God of the tiny seed,
Your priorities may begin small, but they grow like a weed.
Your love and inclusion spread on the wind.
Your peace and forgiveness climb like a vine, covering walls that would shut them out.
Your justice and forgiveness flourish in unexpected places.
Your compassion grows and grows.
Surround me with a garden filled with your kind of weeds.
Fill my heart with growing things that reflect you and serve your people.
Let the tiniest seeds of what you intend for me and the world take over my whole life.
Amen