God of the morning, I feel like I'm losing my child to silence and screens. Every morning I ask, and every morning I get nothing back. I don't know if I'm pushing too hard or not enough.
Steady my hands. Loosen my grip. Remind me they're still Yours.
You see the love I can't say out loud. You know the fear I swallow with my coffee. Help me trust You're holding them even when I can't feel it.
In Jesus' name we pray. Amen.