Prayer for grandmothers

Father, I have my own ships that never sailed. The mission trip I planned and could not take. The Bible study I led for a few years that quietly ended. The book of letters I meant to write for the grandchildren and never finished. None of them made it out of the harbor. I used to hold each one up to You as proof of something. Now I am old enough to see that broken plans are not always punishment, and finished plans are not always reward. A good king in the Bible had his ships break before they ever left the shore. Let me sit beside my wrecked little fleet today without making up a story about why. Maybe You did not want the gold. Maybe the gold would have undone something quiet You were doing in me. Either way, You are not ashamed of what never got off the ground. You are on the throne. You have not asked me for a report. Amen.