Prayer for dads

Father, I am afraid I will not fall apart all at once. I am afraid I will just slowly disappear. Root me. Not in another conference. Not in another book. Not in another season of feeling close to You. Root me in plain obedience this week. The kind that does not feel inspiring while I am doing it. Loving my wife after we argue. Praying for the colleague I dislike. Working honestly on the boring assignment. If those small roots go down a little this month, I will not need the big emotional moments. I will have something living under the surface, where it counts. Send the rain anyway, but I am asking first for roots. Amen.