Cover Me in the Quiet

A prayer for the woman who doesn’t know how to rest.

God,
You know how I move.
How I jump from one task to another.
How I fill every quiet space with noise, every gap with busyness, every breath with burden.
Because being still feels dangerous.
Because stillness makes me feel… seen.

But You are calling me to pause.
To stop running toward answers and rest in the One who is the Answer.

So Father, cover me in the quiet.
Still my soul.
Teach me how to be without doing.
How to wait without worrying.
How to sit without spiraling.

I give You the false safety I’ve built around busyness.
I give You the addiction to being needed.
I give You the fear that says if I stop moving, everything will fall apart.

Remind me that You hold it all.
You never sleep. You never stop. You never miss.
So I can finally take my hands off what was never mine to hold in the first place.

Whisper to my heart in the stillness.
Let my soul exhale.
And may I never confuse rest with laziness again.
Stillness is holy. Stillness is healing. Stillness is home.

Amen.