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God who holds the night, I release this day into Your hands. The conversations I wish I'd handled better— I give them to You. The work I didn't finish— I give it to You. The worries trying to follow me...
God who never slumbers, my body is tired but my mind won't stop. The thoughts keep circling, the worries keep rising, and rest feels impossible. So I invite You into this sleeplessness. If there's something You want me to hear in this quiet night—I'm listening.