Lord, I'm back at my desk. The food is done. The clock is ticking.
My shoulders are tight from the drive. My mind is half-full of the meal and half-full of the list. I feel the pull to just push through.
Steady my hands. Loosen my jaw. Remind me that growth happens quiet, like grass in the dirt.
You see the rush I carry in. You know the seed that needs no noise to grow. Help me trust the unseen work, even when I feel nothing moving.
In Jesus' name we pray. Amen.