The rain continues to fall. To be honest, what's running through my head today isn't prayer. It's Luke Bryan's country hit, Rain is a Good Thing: "Rain makes corn, corn makes whiskey. Whiskey makes my baby...feel a little frisky." 😏
But on to prayer:
The rain today reminds me of my favorite Eucharistic prayer, C: "At your command, all things came to be: the vast expanse of interstellar space, galaxies, suns, the planets in their courses, and this fragile earth, our island home." (BCP, p. 370)
I live in a place where water is a gift. By late summer, it will be dry and dusty. But, right now, my yard and my beloved riding trails are verdant and flourishing. The pink dogwood out front is spectacular this year, and the hydrangeas seem to have survived. I draw close to you, Creator God, working in the yard: planting, weeding, reorganizing my beds. Stephen grows berries, herbs, and tomatoes, with much help from our temperate climate and plentiful rainfall. The waterfall on my favorite trail will be a sight to behold next time we go out. I have the luxury of a warm shower each night to rinse away the day's dirt and anxiety before heading for sleep. Thank you.
I lift up prayers of hope and concern for your children who live where water is a menace. For those who live where water is scarce and crops are inadequate. For those who live in danger of flooding and those cleaning up recent devastation. For those whose water supply is contaminated or overused.
Open our eyes to the gifts that our natural world supplies. Give us energy and focus to care for our precious island home in whatever ways we have available. Turn us all toward conservation while we have the chance. Help the scientists and leaders trying to rectify the damage we have already done.
In Jesus's name we pray,
Amen
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