Enough
I have asked for more than I need.
I have asked when I already had what would sustain me.
I have named need when I meant comfort, and comfort when I meant control.
Teach me what is enough.
Not as deprivation, not as settling, but as the end of reaching.
Let me feel the weight of what I carry and see that it is sufficient.
The coffee is hot. The rent is paid. There is bread on the counter.
I do not ask to want less.
I ask to see clearly what I already hold.
Let me stop before I am full and call it care, not sacrifice.
If this is all You give today, let it be enough.
If this is all You give tomorrow, let me receive it the same way.
Teach me to stop asking.
The first prayer