Rest

Father, on the seventh day, You rested. Not because You were tired, but because it was good. I don't rest well. I fill silence with noise and stillness with scrolling. Even my quiet time gets hurried. So today, before this prayer ends, I'm going to do the harder thing: stop talking, and be still with You.

Quiet my mind the way You quiet storms. Remind me that the world will keep turning while I keep still. You are God, and I am not, and that has always been good news. Now sit in silence for two minutes. Don't fill it. Just be with Him. Thank You, Lord, for this week. For hearing every word, and everything underneath the words. In Jesus' name, Amen.