Do you ever read something and wish that you had written it? This is one of those times for me. I wish that I had penned the words to this prayer, but, like so many saints on safari, I have had moments of living it. Here is a beautiful blog, borrowed from a friend whom I do not know. I do know that she is my sister in Christ.
RevGalBlogPals » Sunday Prayer, by Terri
In the still small voice of the rain,
in the wind of the sea, and the warmth of sun
in the deep of night and the heart of day
when we least anticipate it, God calls.
Surely God is always near, right here,
Or, over there.
Surely there are times we know not where.
But surely there are occasions when we turn
When we go regardless, and follow Jesus
Down the unsuspecting twisting road
When we walk with God
God walks with us.
In these moments, when we are certain we are lost
When God beckons us and then waits until we turn
To see, to feel, to know, to recognize
God with us.
When sorrow catches a glimpse of hope
When suffering is wrapped in mercy
When despair is held in grace and love
When God is God and there is peace
Peace in our hearts, for that moment
Let us pray.