Father, my head aches with thoughts that won’t stop. It feels like nails pressing in. My heart feels so heavy that even breathing feels like work. My eyes are open, but I can’t see where I’m going. I know Your will is better than mine, but part of me still aches for success, for something to finally work. I keep thinking that if I stop moving, everything will fall apart. But You whisper, “Be still, and know that I am God.”
Sometimes faith feels like standing still while everything inside me wants to run. It’s hard to rest when the world keeps shouting that progress equals worth. Yet You remind me that You’re not measuring me by my productivity, but by my heart. You see me not as lazy, but as tired, not as failing, but as fighting.
You are the God who works in silence. The One who plants seeds deep underground before they ever touch sunlight. Maybe that’s what You’re doing now, burying something in me that will bloom later. Maybe my stillness isn’t failure, but the soil You’re preparing for growth.
You promised that Your plans are for my good, to give me hope and a future (Jeremiah 29:11). So even when it feels like I’m falling behind, remind me that I am exactly where You’ve placed me. Even when I can’t see what You’re building, help me believe You’re still working.
Let my heart unclench. Let my mind quiet down. Teach me that rest is holy, that waiting is sacred, and that success in Your eyes looks like surrender.
Because You are not done with me yet. And You never will be.
- Ellie Mont