Simple Sunday Liturgy #25

the day before the storm

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Lord Christ, whose feet make the waves a foundation

Walk with us into the storm

Hold our hands and our hearts

For they will fail us at times

We need you to reach out your hand

Into the quaking recesses of our hearts

Hold the atrophy of our faith in your hands

Resuscitate it to know you are God and we are yours

Make our hearts like the cushion of the sea

Down deep where the waves above are barely felt

Bring that calm to our homes

Help us remember that you left us your peace

Be the Guiding Light that helps us find it again

For those we hold dear and the homes our souls find rest in

Be protected in every way possible

May your grace be felt and seen

For the daily essentials we are accustomed to that may cease for a while

We pray you hold us in that storm as well.

Help us to be helpers to those in greater need than ourselves.

May we be reminded that you are with us.

That you never leave

You never forsake

Whatever can pass us we ask that in your name

Whatever we can be spared we beseech you to allow

Soften our hearts to receive all you have for us in this tedious

And tempestuous time.

Amen

2024 copyright, Amy Brady

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By the time this post is delivered, Milton will have passed. But in this current moment, we are waiting. Waiting as we always do for the storm to come. Waiting to see what it leaves behind. It’s an odd way to live life for sure, but it is a life I’ve only known. My ancestors along these shores have lost everything they’ve owned more times than anyone should ever have to endure.

Crying salty tears is in my blood.

It’s a price to pay for living in a paradise all the other months of the year. It is also always an opportunity to take inventory of what really matters and how the trivial has become triumphant in life yet again.

So we enjoy the last few hours of air conditioning and we say thanks.

We enjoy the last few hours of electricity and we say thanks.

We enjoy hot showers and cold food and we say thanks.

We catch last glimpses of the trees we have grown to love and we say thanks.

Gratitude will keep us afloat whatever the waves bring.

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