God who keeps me, I am here again on this day. The silence is heavier than usual. I keep expecting to hear Your voice in the ordinary. Instead, I feel the weight of what is missing.
Steady my hands. Loosen my jaw. Remind me that grief is not a failure to trust.
I reach for distraction — the feed, the noise, the need to fix it. I put the phone down. I sit with the ache. In Jesus' name we pray. Amen.