The storm surges around us, but what is the storm? Almighty God, have mercy.

We fear the unknown; we allow paranoia to steal our peace. Almighty God, have mercy.

We disagree, squabble; ears attuned to what we wish to criticize, hearing what we want. Have mercy.

We disagree, squabble; our mouths spout “better ways” and our language reeks of critique. Frustration, fear, anger, and anxiety shove our friends’ “reason and trust” out the door. Have mercy.

Lord God Almighty, we are a stubborn, hard-headed, and fearful people. Have mercy on us and do not abandon us to our foolishness.

We hurt, we cry, we wonder, and lament. Some family and friends are gone. No talking, no laughing, no reaching out, no hugging, no mourning with others. . . only grieving. . . alone.

We hurt, we cry, we wonder, and lament. Some have lost resources, finances, jobs, housing, stability, and futures. Some have lost hope. We grieve, but with whom do we grieve? Fear pushes against our walls of trust – the walls start to weaken. Worry becomes our friend – reason becomes unfamiliar.

Yet. . . . we lift our eyes to the mountains, from whom comes our help?

Our help comes from the Maker of heaven and earth. We need your help.

We want everything to be over. We await you.

We need wisdom. True wisdom comes only from the Creator and Sustainer of the universe.

We feel anxious and sometimes angry. Our help comes from the One who is compassionate and slow to anger.

We grieve alone. We are Your image bearers, bearing Your character. You grieve with us.

Yet. . . we feel abandoned; where are You, God of the universe?

Oh, there You are, speaking to us through the flowers’ differences and colored clothing must reflect Your glory and creativity. To God be the glory.

Oh, there You are, speaking to us through the springtime birth of bird nests who cry out for food. They patiently await provision. To God be the glory.

Oh, there You are, speaking to us through the singing and joyful sound of assorted birds who rest in the rhythm of one day at a time. To God be the glory.

Oh, there You are, speaking to us through the little plant that thrives after breaking through the concrete surrounding it. To God be the glory.

Oh, there You are speaking to us through the birth of newborns who have come into this world knowing nothing of this disjointed atmosphere. They are human reflections and
images of your beauty, glory, and compassion. To God be the glory.

To God be the glory forever and ever, amen.

“Because of Your great love, Lord God, we are not consumed, for Your compassions never fail.” –Lamentations 3:22

by Amy White, Administrative Assistant to the Ministerial Formation Certification Agency of the Reformed Church in America

Blessings,
Pastor Linda Miles
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