🕊️ Scripture: Matthew 11:28–29
Abba, too many of Your daughters confuse busyness with fruitfulness. They rush, they grind, they strive, but their souls are empty. Lord, teach them the holy gift of soul rest.
Not just sleep. Not just breaks. But the deep, unshakable rest that comes from surrender. Rest that trusts You with outcomes. Rest that leans into grace instead of grind. Rest that says, “If You don’t build it, I don’t want it.”
Father, I pray that tonight their sleep will be sweet, their minds quiet, their spirits still. I pray that they will walk into tomorrow lighter, freer, and filled with peace. I decree: their worth is not in performance but in position. They rest because they are daughters, not because they are done. Amen.