An Honest Prayer: For the One Beginning Again

I am starting over,
and the truth is—I am both afraid and hopeful.
The past still clings to me in places I wish it wouldn’t,
but here I am, trying again.

Give me courage when my legs feel weak.
Give me gentleness with myself when I stumble.
Let me believe that small steps count,
that slow beginnings still matter,
that new growth takes time.

Remind me that I don’t have to have it all figured out,
that uncertainty is not failure,
and that the middle is just as meaningful as the arrival.

This beginning may be messy.
It may be fragile.
But it is real,
it is enough.

And holiness is there.