Lord, I am driving home. The day is still on me. The last conversation is still in my chest. The unfinished thing is still scrolling behind my eyes.
I do not want to walk in the door carrying all of this. The people inside do not deserve what the day left on me.
Let the drive be the place I set it down. Let the steering wheel be where I unclench. Let the next ten minutes be the bridge, not the bag.
When I open the front door, let me be the husband, the father, the friend they need — not the leftovers of the day I just left.
In Jesus' name we pray. Amen.