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God of enough, my life feels cluttered— too much stuff, too many commitments, too many voices telling me I need more. Teach me simplicity. Not poverty, but freedom. Not deprivation, but clarity. Not emptiness, but space for what matters.
God of small mercies, before I ask for anything, I want to notice what You've already given: This breath. This morning light. This body that woke up again. The coffee that tastes good. The people who love me. The work that gives purpose.