Let this night hold you like the earth does—
without asking for anything in return.
Let it soften what’s braced.
Let it warm what’s gone cold.
Let it whisper back the parts of you you forgot were holy.
May every thread you’ve followed
—every doubt, every dream, every detour—
reveal itself as part of the pattern.
May your rest be more than sleep.
May it be reunion.
With your center.
With your rhythm.
With the part of you that never left.
And when you rise—
may you walk in the knowing that your way is not wrong,
your light is not too much,
and your work is not in vain.
You are not behind.
You are not broken.
You are not lost.
You are exactly where the story wanted you to be.
Amen.
