The rain has been falling steadily since I woke on this grey Monday morning. The worries of the day fall steadily beside the rain. Neither lets up. The sound of the rain outside echoes the sound of worries in my head.
My weather app says that heavy rain will fall for another 51 minutes, then – only a drizzle. Maybe my worries will echo this. Heavy right now, but gradually fading to drips and drops.
I press pause willing both to stop. But they both continue, persistent and drenching.
I’m in Rockport, my place of healing and rest, where the rocks and the sea meet with crashes of foam – nature’s majesty reflecting our creator.
I close my eyes.
I breathe, exhaling fears and worries, inhaling words of truth. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. With each inhale I breathe in the gift of life. And so I thank God for the rain (though my cellar may be flooding, and my spirit drowning). They say that gratitude precedes the miracle, so I give thanks and I wait for a miracle on this Monday morning, and as I wait, I pray.
Lord God, On this Monday morning the rain falls, my worries with it. Yet you are the God who urges me not to worry, who says "Don't be anxious!" May I rest as a lily of the field today, May I see the rain as your gift. May I exhale worry and fear and inhale your peace. May I walk as one who is beloved, resting in grace. May I accept what comes this day. May I know your joy. May I know your presence, your wisdom, your peace. May the words of the Psalmist fill my soul "May your unfailing love be with us Lord, even as we put our hope in you."* In the Name of the Father and the Son and the Holy Spirit, Amen
*Psalm 33, verse 22