God who counts hairs, I am quiet here.
The house is still. The tree lights blink slow. I remember the manger, not the mall.
Steady my heart. Loosen my grip on what's missing. Remind me that small things hold You.
You see the empty chair at the table. You know the wish I didn't say out loud. You were born in a place like this — no room, just presence.
In Jesus' name we pray. Amen.