PRAYERS

I know what it feels like to sit in a car after a conversation that went badly and grip the steering wheel with both hands and not drive anywhere. The jaw is tight. The chest is compressed. The thoughts are looping around the same thing, what was said, what should have been said, what is…

Wednesday does not announce itself with anything. No fresh start energy like Monday. No hump-day celebration that actually helps. No almost-there feeling like Thursday. Wednesday just arrives, right in the middle of everything, exactly equidistant from the weekend you just had and the one you are working toward and asks the same things of you…

There are moments when you can’t fix what your friend is facing. You can listen, you can check in, you can show up, but the problem is bigger than your words. Maybe they’re going through a hard season, carrying stress they don’t talk about, battling sickness, dealing with heartbreak, or quietly losing hope. And you’re…

The worst kind of loneliness is not the kind that happens when you are alone. It is the kind that happens in the middle of a conversation at a party where everyone is laughing. In the seat next to a spouse who is physically present and somehow completely unreachable. In a church pew surrounded by…

There is a moment on Saturday morning that does not exist on any other day of the week. The alarm has not gone off — because you did not set one. The house is quiet in a way that is different from the 5am weekday quiet, which is always the quiet of something about to…

There have been seasons when I didn’t feel like I was “falling apart,” but I also didn’t feel okay. I was still doing the normal things, showing up, responding to messages, handling responsibilities, but inside, my mind wouldn’t rest. At night, everything felt louder: the worries, the memories, the unanswered questions, the pressure to stay…

I woke up at 3:14am and my chest was already tight. Not because anything new had happened. Not because of a sound or a dream. Just the familiar, unwelcome arrival of anxiety doing what anxiety does — showing up before I had any defences ready, filling the dark with thoughts I had already thought a…

I stood in the hallway of my house yesterday afternoon and just stopped. Not because anything was wrong exactly. The house was clean. The family was fine. Everything was technically in order. But there was something in the atmosphere of the place — a heaviness I could not name, a quiet restlessness that had settled into…

Thursday has its own particular feeling. It is not the fresh start energy of Monday. It is not the dragging middle of Wednesday. It is not the relief of Friday. It is something specific — close enough to the end of the week to feel it, far enough away to know there is still real…