Prayer for grandmothers

Father, Your word says You will cut off those who worship You with their lips but give their hearts to something else. That warning is sharp. And I feel it. My other god is rarely a statue. It is the small comfort I run to before I run to You. The phone before the Bible in the morning. The news before the prayer. The scrolling before the long talk with You. None of these things is evil. But all of them have crept into the place only You should hold. Lord, press me to name them today. Not just say sorry in general. Name the thing I reach for first. Probably the phone. Probably the small repeated scrolling for distraction. The first reach in the morning. The last look at night. Sometimes the only quiet companion through the long hours. Cut that off in me. Not the phone itself — it is useful. Cut the reach for it as my first refuge. Cut the role it has crept into. Put Yourself back in the first reach. Let the morning begin with the open Bible, not the open app. Make me undivided. Your cutting off is mercy, not loss. Amen.