God who hears, I am not sure what to say.
I am sitting here with coffee gone cold. My phone buzzes with updates I don't want to read. My throat feels tight before I've even spoken.
Steady my hands. Loosen my jaw. Remind me that silence does not mean absence.
I could rehearse my points until they sound convincing. I could let anxiety write my script instead of You. But I don't want to perform; I want to be present.
Help me listen more than I defend. Help me stay when I want to leave. Help me trust that You are already in this room before I arrive.
In Jesus' name we pray. Amen.