Lord, Make Me Bloom in the Hard Places

Help Me Thrive Where I Was Once Withered

Father,

Thank You for being the God who makes things grow—
even in dry seasons,
even in overlooked places,
even in me.

You’ve seen me trying to thrive in environments that weren’t built to nurture me.
But still… I’ve been planted.
And I believe You didn’t bury me. You planted me.

Jeremiah 17:8 says, “She is like a tree planted by the waters... her leaves are always green, and she never fails to bear fruit.”
Lord, help me become that woman.
Let me bloom right where they left me.
Let me grow where I was once rejected.

Let my life be a garden—even if it started in gravel.
Even when I feel hidden beneath the soil,
Let my roots dig deep into Your promises.

Water me with Your Word.
Shine on me with Your truth.
And surround me with nourishment—Your presence, Your people, Your power.

I may not bloom on their timeline.
I may not blossom the way they expected.
But when I rise—it will be undeniable that You grew me.

In Jesus’ name,
Amen.