Prayer for Today

Maybe it was the meeting where the question landed and your mind went blank, or the version of yourself you handed people today felt like a costume two.

Maybe it’s the phone call you’re dreading, the diagnosis you’re waiting on, or the bank balance you keep refreshing even though refreshing it doesn’t.

There are days when the ache isn’t over anything you can name. You pray and the words seem to land on the ceiling. You read a verse you’ve read a hundred.

A prayer for the exact middle of the year, when January’s plans didn’t survive contact with real life and the new month feels more like a scoreboard than a fresh start.

You made it to Sunday, and something in you already knows this week is going to ask a lot of you. Maybe you can name the thing , the conversation you’ve.

It’s Saturday, and maybe you woke up with a kind of heaviness you can’t quite name. The week is behind you but the week ahead already feels like it’s.

It is Friday, and something in you is tired. Not the kind of tired that one good sleep fixes , the kind that has been building all week, layer by layer.

You did the work. You stayed late, you covered the gap, you carried the thing nobody else wanted to carry , and the day ended without a single word of.

There is a particular kind of tiredness that doesn’t come from doing too much , it comes from holding too much, quietly, for too long. You’ve been.

There is a particular kind of tired that does not come from one big thing. It comes from a hundred small ones stacked on top of each other , the message.