Father, I am running on nothing. The work is still there. The energy for it is not.
I cannot remember the last time I cared about this the way I used to. I cannot tell if I am tired or done or just empty.
Elijah was tired enough to ask You to take his life. You did not lecture him. You sent food and let him sleep.
Be that to me this week. Not advice. Not a five-step plan. Bread and a nap.
Show me what I can actually set down without the world ending. Show me what is mine to do and what I have been doing because no one else picked it up. Show me where I have made a job into an identity.
I do not need a new career. I need a soul that can sustain the one I have. Restore me before I keep going. Not after I collapse.
In Jesus' name we pray. Amen.