God of tiny perfect flowers and big terrible pandemics,
God of our most rapturous joys and deepest growling fears,
God who was and is and will forever be present and steady and close,
When everything in us has been kicked up like a cloud of dust, slow the winds so we too can settle.
When the realization that we have no control over the future breaks anew, hold our wild grasping hands in your gentle steadiness.
When we seek comfort in objects and organization and do not find it, draw us closer and remind us that peace is found in you and it is found freely, without our frantic striving.
When we are afraid, when we feel aloft and rootless, when it is all dust upon dust; remind us that you are our anchor, good and certain and always holding us fast, tethered by your unshakable love.
Amen.
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March 15, 2020 at 7:14 pm
Amen
March 26, 2020 at 7:11 pm
Thank you for this lovely prayer, and a reminder that God is with us, even when times are so dark it’s hard to see Him there. Last year was like that for me, with a grandchild struggling with cystic fibrosis and the sudden loss of my dear husband, followed by serious foot surgery which kept me on the couch for six weeks. It was hard to see a loving God in all of that, and even harder now with the pandemic. I am clinging to the last line of your prayer:
“When we are afraid, when we feel aloft and rootless, when it is all dust upon dust; remind us that you are our anchor, good and certain and always holding us fast, tethered by your unshakable love.”
June 18, 2020 at 11:26 am
This is beautiful. I’d love to share it at our church. Who is the author?