Drawing from the passage in Jeremiah 17:7-10.
I am like a tree planted by the water that sends out its roots by the stream.
God, you are my water source that never will run dry. My roots run out from me, searching for your source of life.
I do not fear when the heat comes, my leaves are always green.
Even in the times of trial, I stand firm in the hope and joy you supply me with.
I have no worries in a year of drought and I never fail to bear fruit.
When I feel like I am withering to nothing, Lord, you provide a harvest yet. The drought is long. Longer than the heat, but it is my trust in you that sustains me, not what the world has the offer. To the world, a drought indicates devastation, but out of impossibility and the appearance of defeat, you bring life.
Lord, thank you for the life you bring me despite the world turning me upside down. The world tells me I should be withering, but instead I want to experience your abundant joy and peace that transcends all understanding (Philippians 4). I can do nothing apart from you (John 15) and all I do is in vain without you as my center (Psalm 27). I surrender my heart so you will lead it out of deceit and into your perfect will. Establish my plans, God, for you are the one worth following. Amen.