Even on an official snow day, the dogs woke me up early this morning. I have been sitting at my kitchen table watching God begin to sprinkle the earth with light snow, as if she were decorating Valentine’s cookies. The woods fill with a symphony of tweets and chirps as birds swarm the feeders.
Grey day. Warm tea. Fuzzy slippers. Grateful heart.
I know others are not so fortunate, however, and walk the streets, huddle under bridges, or stand in line. It is for them that I pray this morning.
I ask for strength and safety for those shelter providers, care givers, and food preppers who tirelessly and selflessly create warm and safe spaces for those in need.
I lift up the plight of homelessness and poverty and pray for systemic change that alleviates suffering and finds sustainable solutions.
I turn inward and ask how I can make a difference, how I can be a change agent.
Then my thoughts return to those who are without food, shelter, utilities, and clean water, and I hold them in intentional and longing prayer.
Lord, in your mercy, hear this prayer.
