for weeding and confessing
God of Creation,
All creation sings Your praise and tells of Your glory.
As I sit in this garden and tug up these weeds, I know
my heart needs weeding like this overgrown plot.
I confess my sins to You.
As I uproot what invades in the ground, uproot selfish-
ness in my heart.
Pull up the weeds of pride and judgment.
Pull up the weeds of needing to be liked.
Pull up the weeds of snark and complaining.
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