A prayer for the unanswered things

Oh Lord,

I am not praying for answers today.

I’ve asked too many already.

I am so tired—so tired of asking why.

My soul bows in weariness; I ache not for answers, but for Your presence.

But tonight, I am not begging You to explain.

Tonight, I am just begging You to quiet the storm inside me— The storm made of questions that never settle, Only circle and strike like waves against a weary shore.

My gentle Shepherd, lead me beside still waters.

In the ache of my silence, let me hear Your comfort. I’m not praying for answers, but to silence the restless why in my days.

Father, teach me to trust You in the absence of knowing. Wrap me in the mystery of Your goodness, Even when it feels like darkness has the louder voice.

Let my tears fall, poured out like an offering.

Not wasted, but seen—held in Your bottle.

I may not have answers, but I have You, ever-faithful and steadfast.

You are still God—

Not because You’ve answered me,

But because You have never left me.

So today, I lay my weary mind in Your hands.

Still the questions.

Soothe the ache.

Be the peace I cannot explain,

I love you for you, not for the answers you hold.