God of Providence, you are a God of mystery and surprises.
Thank you for the times unexpected gifts have come my way:

Instead, I will ask that Your resolutions be mine.
Your path, my path. Your will, my will.
Let us walk headlong into this new year together.

There is no celebration in my soul.
I turn to You, source of meaning, knower of sorrow.

My faith is threadbare, worn almost to a whisper.
And yet I need You more than ever.

Now it is over. Our ties severed painfully, or simply faded away from disuse.
We are not what we were.

Can you stop the world for a moment? I need to be alone with you.
No more doing, just being. And feeling like that is enough.

Take my hand. Pull me along, with urgency, if needed.
Let me never stray from the course you’ve set out for me,
even when I cannot see my way through.

Show me clearly the path Providence
is unfolding for me today.
Grant me the courage to walk it,
fearlessly as you want me to.

All we can do is remember: With God all things are possible,
even the mending of a broken home.

I ask the Creator of Life
to hear my cries.
Soothe my soul, my aching arms
that long for a baby to hold.

I celebrate the life of the beloved I knew,
the hands I held, the life I shared.

You are the third partner in our marriage, enhancing our love for each other, strengthening us in times of trial, and supplying us with both anchor and wings, that we may remain steadfast and true while soaring far beyond where we could be alone.