God of mercy, I am tired of fighting the same pull.
It comes quiet, then loud. I say no, then I don't. I hate how fast I forget who I am.
Hold me when I want to run. Soften the grip of what calls my name. Remind me I am not what I do.
You see the pattern before I do. You know the fear behind the reach. You are not shocked by my weakness.
Sit with the ache. Don't fix it yet. Just stay.
In Jesus' name we pray. Amen.