Holy One,
\nOn this grey day I celebrate the nurture of the rain.
\nI grow tired of dampness and mud puddles.
\nI am chilled to the bone.
\nI am weary of wet shoes.
\nI am tired of plastic slickers.
\nMy umbrella is almost too soaked to protect me.<\/p>\n
I celebrate that the earth and your people need water.
\nI need to drink and wash.
\nThe food I eat depends on the rain.
\nI confess that I would change my environment today.
\nI am so tired of wet that I doubt the holiness of nature and balance.
\nI confess that grey weather greys my spirit.
\nI crave the joy of never-ending sunshine even though I know it is not sustainable.
\nI confess that I want the rain to stop even though there are those who know drought.<\/p>\n
Help me to remember today, right now, that rain is a blessing.
\nWarm my heart.
\nCheer my soul.
\nThere are so many blessings that come in disguise,
\nso many blessings that I fail to recognize,
\nso many blessings in my life that others with less yearn for.<\/p>\n
Holy God of rain and sun, of cold and warmth, of grey days and brightness,
\nI am here amidst the puddles waiting to understand, open to looking beyond my own immediate needs, willing to serve. Rain Your blessings upon me.
\nBlessed Be and Amen.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Holy One, On this grey day I celebrate the nurture of the rain. I grow tired of dampness and mud puddles. I am chilled to the bone. I am weary of wet shoes. I am tired of plastic slickers. My …<\/p>\n