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.

I pray for your soul, at peace, at last, with God.
Please pray for me.

Come to my aid as I begin again.
Lead me to the right leads, let my resume sing its song
to the most receptive ears. Grant me that interview.

Turn us toward one another to see the hurting humans we are.
Oh God, be present in our family. Make peace possible.

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

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.