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Another Monday, another mercy. š¤āØ
Jesus, thank You for meeting me here at the start of Decemberā
before the noise gets loud,
before the schedule takes over,
before I start carrying what You never asked me to hold.
You know how quickly my thoughts speed up this time of yearā
how easily I slip into doing instead of being,
how often I move through moments without actually living them.
So slow me with Your nearness.
Let Your presence soften my pace.
Help me see that You meet me in quiet placesā
in the breath I finally take,
in the pause I almost skipped,
in the small mercies I miss when I rush.
Because the truth is: I donāt want to miss You this month.
I donāt want to race past beauty trying to ākeep up.ā
And I donāt want to forget that the warmth of Christmas isnāt earnedā
itās received through awareness.
When my mind runs toward outcomes, ground me here.
When I try to outrun discomfort, anchor me where You already are.
When old self-reliance tugs, pull me back into dependenceā
because thatās where peace is found.
Help me practice presence in real life:
š¤ Noticing small joys before new worries.
š¤ Choosing tenderness over tension.
š¤ Pausing before reacting.
š¤ Making tiny spaces for my soul to breathe.
š¤ Remembering that hurry has never helped me love well.
Thank You for the steady gifts tucked into this monthā
the glow of lights, familiar voices,
the miracle of breath and belonging,
the comfort of knowing Youāre close even when life feels full.
So today, Jesus, Iāll move slower.
Iāll see what I usually miss.
Iāll let joy come naturally.
And when the rush tries to pull me into proving or performing, Iāll remember:
I donāt have to do everything.
I donāt have to be everything.
I just have to stay close to Youā
the One who carries what I canāt.
You steady me.
You lead me.
And Iām gratefulāagain and again, Iām grateful š¤
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