God who counts hairs
I'm not sure what I believe right now. My hands feel heavy with what I haven't done. I keep checking my phone like it will tell me I'm enough. The traffic outside sounds like judgment.
Steady my feet. Loosen my grip on the outcome. Remind me that waiting is not wasting.
You see the fear I try to hide behind busy-ness. You know the shame I carry when I fall short. Help me sit with this ache instead of running from it.
Put the phone down. Breathe. Just wait here with me.
In Jesus' name we pray. Amen.