God of the morning, my body feels old before its time.
Joints protest getting up. The alarm finds me still fighting sleep. I move slow, not from laziness, but from weight.
I give thanks You meet me here, not waiting for me to be fixed.
Loosen my stiffness. Steady my steps. Remind me rest is not laziness.
I could reach for another pill, another push, another denial of what hurts. Instead I sit with the ache and let You be near.
In Jesus' name we pray. Amen.