A prayer for an unhurried heart + a present mind

Another Monday, another mercy. 🤍

Jesus, thank You for meeting me before the week asks anything of me. Before the to-dos rise. Before the pace pulls. Before the pressure whispers, “Hurry, hurry, hurry.”

You know how quickly my mind gets ahead of my spirit.
How easily my hands reach for control.
How naturally my pace speeds up out of habit—not holiness.

So slow me with Your presence.
Settle me with Your nearness.
Center me where You already are.

Because the truth is: I don’t want to live rushed.
I don’t want to miss the miracles because I’m moving too fast to see them.
And I don’t want to forget that intimacy is built in the in-between moments—the quiet breath, the gentle pause, the whispered prayer.

Jesus, when my mind starts racing toward outcomes, remind me that You’re the One holding the outcome.
When I want to skip the present moment to reach the next one, anchor me right where my feet are.
When I drift into self-reliance, pull me back into dependence—because that’s where peace lives.

Help me practice trust in real time:
🤍 By noticing the small graces instead of the loud worries.
🤍 By choosing presence over pace.
🤍 By pausing before reacting.
🤍 By breathing before deciding.
🤍 By remembering that hurry has never once made me holy.

Thank You for the quiet blessings You hide in ordinary places—the warm breath in my lungs, the softness of a slow moment, the comfort of knowing You’re near even when nothing feels certain.

So today, Jesus, I’ll move slower.
I’ll listen longer.
I’ll love softer.
And when the rush tries to pull me back into proving or striving, I’ll remember:

I don’t need to be everywhere.
I don’t need to do everything.
I just need to stay close to the One who already is everything.

You steady me.
You lead me.
I’m grateful and I’ll say it over and over and over again, I am grateful.