God, I’ve done what I could today.
I’ve carried weight that wasn’t mine alone,
stood in places others walked past,
and let my heart feel what many refuse to touch.
Now I am tired—
not just in body, but in soul.
So I give You what’s left of me tonight:
The breath I’ve been holding.
The questions I can’t answer.
The pain I can’t fix.
The people I can’t protect.
Hold them, God.
And hold me too.
Wrap me in the kind of peace that doesn’t need explanations.
Quiet the parts of me still fighting battles in the dark.
Let Your Spirit settle over me like soft rain on dry ground.
Let sleep come as a kindness, not an escape.
And if I cry as I rest, let my tears be prayers.
If I dream, let it be healing.
And when I wake,
let it be with strength I didn’t have to earn.
Amen.
