Lord, the numbers are not adding up this month.
I have done the math three different ways. The rent is due. The car needs the thing. The kid needs the thing. The credit card is hoping I forget.
I am embarrassed to be asking You about money. It feels like the wrong kind of prayer.
But You said You knew what we needed before we asked. So You already know. I am just saying it out loud.
Open a door I have not noticed. Show me one expense I have been pretending I cannot cut. Make me brave enough to ask the person I have been too proud to ask.
And quiet the fear underneath the math — the fear that I am failing as a provider, as a parent, as a person.
You have fed me through every month I thought I would not survive. You will feed me through this one.
In Jesus' name we pray. Amen.