The pot with the scorched bottom is sitting in warm soapy water, and it can stay there. The phone is face-down, the horns and meetings and half-answered questions have gone thin as steam, and the list on the fridge will keep. Nothing on it is going anywhere tonight.
"Casting all your care upon him; for he careth for you." — 1 Peter 5:7 (KJV)
Tonight's prayer Father, I carried a great many small things today, and a few heavy ones. Some I dropped, and some I clutched until my hands ached. Now I set them all down in your keeping, like a pot left to soak. You said to cast every care on you, and you meant every one, even the ones I'm embarrassed to call cares. You care for me. Not for how much I got done, but for me. So I will not stand guard over the night. You are awake, and that is enough. Thank you for supper, for a door that locks, for the people breathing down the hall, and for mercy that is new by morning. Amen.
Blessing for your rest May the Lord who cares for you keep watch over every room of your house tonight. Sleep deep, and wake to find that he has been tending what you handed him.