God who hears, I am standing in an empty room.
The floors are quiet now. The walls hold echoes I can't name. I packed the boxes but left the silence behind.
Thank You for the laughter in this kitchen. Thank You for the tears wiped on these stairs. Thank You for the ordinary days that became holy.
Steady my feet as I walk out. Loosen my grip on what was mine. Remind me that home is where You are.
I could call this loss. I could call it failure. Instead I name it gift — given, lived, now released.
In Jesus' name we pray. Amen.