Here we are at the last day of September. I feel like I've lost the whole month of September, and in many ways I have. Let me offer here a prayer:
God of Changing Seasons,
The storms of September have cast me adrift. My prayer book collects dust on the bedside table beside the bed where I have not always slept this month. I resolve to return to a practice of daily prayer in October.
I know that I am lucky. I have a minimally damaged home, unlike so many others in Texas, Florida, and almost every Caribbean island. I pray for those who need so much.
I pray for us all who are so exhausted by the tasks at hand and by the tasks that lie ahead of us.
feeling the feelings…
2 years ago