Planting Prayer

I went to college in the South. Two darling Southerners perfumed our room 

in lacy dresses, sweetness & Twila Paris music. 

I wanted to be a peach, a slow drawl soothing my words, 

smooth as sweet tea.

But after surviving 3 rambunctious brother's 

I still wanted to

start a pillow fight - drat.

It's a strange thing to feel lost in your own life.

So you learn to live a new life. 

You trust that you are not a weed just springing up, lacking rhyme & reason.

You pray for more.

You pray for purpose, reason, planting.

The longings twisted into night prayers are these:

Redeem me

 Compensate for my faults.

Pour rain on my dry heart.

Come famine or drought grow a girl who praises you.

"He will satisfy your needs in a sun scorched land, and will strengthen your frame.

You will be like a well-watered garden." Isaiah 58:11