Morning Liturgy for the Anxious

Father of mornings, before I have spoken a word, you already know the weight of my day. Loosen the grip of every fear that woke before I did.

Teach my hands to open. Teach my breath to slow. Teach my heart to trust that the same hands that hold the stars are bending low to hold me.

Where I would rush, let me wait. Where I would strive, let me serve. Where I would hide, let me be seen. Make me, today, a little more like the One who never grew anxious for me.

Amen.