Thursday Prayer: When Words Feel Heavy

Lord, you are the Word that spoke everything into existence, the silence between heartbeats where peace lives. In this quiet evening hour, I'm reminded that you hear not just what I say, but what I can't find words for.

I spoke carelessly today - words that stung when I meant to heal, promises I'm not sure I can keep. I let frustration leak out in sharp tones and chose silence when love required brave speaking. But you keep speaking life over me, even when my words fall short. Thank you for conversations that surprised me with their sweetness, for your Word that never returns empty, even when mine do.

Help me carry words like gifts tomorrow - ones that build up instead of tear down. When someone needs encouragement, let me be your voice. Tonight, I place every careless word at your feet, trusting you to heal what I've broken. Your words over me are life, and life, and life again.