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God of silence, I turn off these screens and turn toward You. Forgive me for the ways technology consumed me today— endless scrolling instead of being present, comparing instead of connecting, consuming instead of creating. Tonight, I choose quiet. I choose presence.
God who rested, I stop today. Not because everything is finished—it never is— but because You declared rest holy. Teach me that my worth isn't in productivity, my value isn't in accomplishment, my identity isn't in being busy. Today I...