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.

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.

Help us remember the needs of the many,
not merely our own.

Shore me up, You who make
all things possible. Grant me hope.
Give me strength. Help me be open
to what may be — fewer hours,
less money, even a change in jobs.

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.

Guide us — seller and buyer both —
through this change
with open and eager hearts.

I turn to you for comfort, for the sure knowing
that my pet is with you forever and that
some far-off day, we will be reunited.

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