Creator of the Seasons,
Help me to remember that you are to be found not only in the noisy exuberance of summer
But also in the passive introversion, the understated delicacy, of winter,
In dying as well as in living
In darkness as in light.
In happy times and our deepest sorrows.
In our successes, and our struggles. Our failures, even.
When our popularity is at an all-time high, and when all the world seems to be against us.
Perhaps particularly then.
In our church we sing a kids’ song that includes shouting a line that you are “louder than this song”
Yet I’m far more inclined to seek and find you in the silence, in the stillness, in solitude.
Help me to remember that you are in both.
In noise, in peace. In isolation, in crowds. In quiet contemplation, or raucous worship.
In nature, and the city.
On muddy paths and dusty trails.
There is nowhere you cannot be found
If we have ears to listen, eyes to see, mind to be aware, a heart to connect
With all that you are
In all that you’ve made.
Help me to remember.
So enjoying this long hot summer. Enjoying the weather, the wildlife, the nature photography – especially after the drudgery of trudging day after day after day through the mud of last winter, our first winter with Gorka, our adopted dog. Feeling like I want this summer weather to go on forever and not to have to face winter, I found myself articulating a prayer along these lines. (Photos all my own.)
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