The weather: It has its effect on my body–and my soul. A dark cloud may mean a welcome rain, but it seldom lifts my spirit to say an Alleluia. I want sunshine.
I pray by the window and thank you, God of sun and rain, storm and breeze, warmth and chill. I thank you for all of it, for the precarious balance of what you hold in your all-powerful hands. I pray to be open to this hour’s weather–and its influence on my day. I thank you for its benefits and blessings. Help me feel your presence in the temperature, the clouds, the wind, the light. May I accept your gifts always.
Under an umbrella, I will say thanks. If the day warrants sunscreen. I will say thanks. In all things and all weathers, I will give thanks.