There was no physical damage in my area from hurricane dorian, but there was some fallout.
The flurry of preparation was mentally and physically exhausting. Not knowing what was going to happen, or when, for so many days on end was completely unnerving. It’s taken most of the week for me to get back to anything resembling a normal routine.
At the same time I’m thankful all is well here, my heart is breaking over the devastation dorian inflicted elsewhere.
The care and concern of others who held me in in their heart and lifted me in prayer kept me during those frightening, uncertain days, and I’m so grateful for each one of you.
As I’ve continued to process all the feelings dorian stirred up in me, I was reminded that I have been through what was, for me, the end of the world; lost what mattered most to me.
Bill’s death stripped away who I thought I was; destroyed the life I had. That was just as real for me as the destruction dorian left behind, but that experience also taught me destruction is not the only or the last word. When there is nothing else left, when life as you have known it is over, the Holy is still there.
As my faith tradition’s Brief Statement of Faith says, “In life and in death we belong to God.”
Whatever is on your heart this day, Dear Reader – be it hymns of gratitude, songs of praise, pleas for mercy or wails of lament, know that the Sacred hears.
However you approach the altar of grace – in hope, with fear, on edge, undone – in joy, in sorrow, in anger, confused – know you are welcomed, accepted, and loved without end.
If you are facing this day with uncertainty, filled with the angst of not knowing, know that I’m holding you in prayer, lifting you to the One who formed and created you and is familiar with all your ways.
“I remember my affliction and my wandering,
the bitterness and the gall.
I well remember them, and my soul is downcast within me.
Yet this I call to mind, and therefore I have hope:
Because of the Lord’s great love we are not consumed,
for God’s compassions never fail.
They are new every morning.”
Lamentations 3:22-23, NIV