Lord, I am tired but not broken. The light feels real today. I notice the sky, the quiet, the way my hands don't shake as much.
Hold me in this hope like a father holds a child who's just stopped crying. Steady my trust. Loosen my grip on what's coming. Remind me this light is Yours.
I could reach for more noise, more proving, more fixing — but I won't. Sit here. Breathe. Let the goodness be enough for now.
In Jesus' name we pray. Amen.