A Prayer for the Last Day of September

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.