Heart, Why Are You So Restless?
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We don’t mean to, but most of us treat prayer like a wishlist.
“God, please fix this.”
“Lord, I need a way out.”
“Why aren’t You listening?”
And maybe those are honest prayers. But they’re heavy. They carry panic, not peace.
And over time, that weight can make faith feel like pressure. Like performance. Like a one-sided cry into silence.
But what if prayer wasn’t just a way to ask?
What if it was a way to remember?
That we’re still breathing.
That the worst day didn’t take us out.
That somehow, even in the breaking, we’ve been held.
Gratitude doesn’t require everything to be perfect.
It requires perspective.
Sometimes the only reason we made it through the night was grace.
Sometimes we were praying for answers—and God was already protecting us from things we didn’t even know to fear.
When you whisper “Thank You” before “Please”, something shifts.
You stop seeing yourself as helpless.
You remember you're loved.
You stop begging like a stranger and start resting like a child.
It doesn’t mean you won’t ask. But you ask differently.
Less desperation. More trust.
Less panic. More presence.
Because even when prayers feel unanswered—
You woke up today.
You’ve survived things you once thought you wouldn’t.
You’ve been carried through storms you never prepared for.
And that means God is still working.
Even now.
So no, prayer isn’t about saying the right things.
It’s about showing up with your full heart.
But maybe, just maybe, when you don’t know where to start...
Start with Thank You.
Because sometimes, when it’s God’s plan—
You don’t see the logic.
You witness the magic.
A poet, author, and faith writer who believes words can heal what silence hides. My poetry collections — Inked Emotions, Scattered Feelings Stitched in Ink, and Love Beyond Loss — were born out of seasons of grief, solitude, and deep reflection.
Here on Catholic365, I’ve been humbled to share reflections that have reached hundreds of readers. I write not from a place of perfection, but from a longing to make sense of love, loss, and the quiet ways God speaks into our lives.
Whether it’s a poem, a story, or a small reflection, my hope is that you feel seen, encouraged, and gently reminded that faith isn’t always loud — sometimes it’s found in the waiting, the falling, the starting again.
You can find more of my work at https://about.me/anniedcosta
