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Lord, grant me the strength of the plant that pushes up between the paving slabs and blossoms in the most unlikely of places.
There are times where it feels like there is very little soil to grow in; where it feels like a struggle to push on through. Those are the times where you have to remind yourself of those flowers that come up through cracks in the concrete or between bricks in a wall.
I want that resilience.
That determination to blossom no matter what.
But it's not in me.
I need help.
(And yes, I am well aware that I actually wrote 'most unlikeliest'. Duh! An oops moment that I am having to live with...)