God of small mornings, I am not sure how to stand here. Too many voices pulling at once. My shoulders know the weight before I name it.
I am not asking You to make it light. I am asking You to be with me in the heavy. To see the list that never ends.
Steady my hands. Loosen my grip on control. Remind me that You carry what I cannot.
You see the exhaustion behind my eyes. You know the fear that I am not enough. Help me rest in the truth that Your yoke is easy, even when mine feels sharp.
In Jesus' name we pray. Amen.