Prayer for Today

Some Mondays arrive before you’re ready for them. The alarm goes off and you’re already tired , tired from a weekend that didn’t restore you, tired from a.

Some days don’t announce themselves. You wake up to the same ceiling, the same coffee, the same short list of small things that need doing , and a quiet.

It is Friday, and the week has asked a great deal of you. Somewhere along the way you picked up a weight you never quite managed to set back down , a.

Some days the weight isn’t one big thing. It’s the stacking , the unread messages, the bill you keep meaning to deal with, the person you love who isn’t.

There is a particular kind of tiredness that comes from doing good work that no one seems to notice. You show up early and stay late. You carry the part.

There is a particular kind of tiredness that comes from waiting. Not the sharp, loud pain of a crisis, but the dull ache of a season that simply refuses.

Monday has a way of arriving before you’re ready for it. The weekend, however short, gave you a little room to breathe , and now the inbox is full again.

There is a kind of tiredness that sleep never quite reaches. The body lies down and goes still, but the mind keeps running , replaying the conversation.

There is something you have been holding so tightly that your hands have started to ache. A situation with no clear answer. A person you love and cannot.

By the end of a long week, the weariness is rarely only physical. It is the slow accumulation of everything you held together , the worries you carried.