It has been such a dreary and cold spring here in New York. In many ways, it matches the way many of us are feeling here in the epicenter of the pandemic. Spring just doesn’t seem to want to breakthrough. But this morning I woke up to find clear skies and a warming sun. I felt relieved and grateful, it looks like it is going to hit 70 degrees today. When I sat down to begin my morning prayers I said the words, “O Lord, open my lips, and my mouth will declare your praise” with a renewed understanding and appreciation for them. Such words are easy to speak without giving much thought to them, but this morning it was different. Different because of the clear gifted-ness of the day. For all of our technological advances we still can’t control the weather. We simply have to make do with what it gives us. And though everyday is a gift, today I feel the poignancy and blessing of that truth. I find myself comforted by my creatureliness and for but a moment, I feel centered. I feel that I am where I should be, not controlling, not working, just receiving.
“O Lord, open my lips, and my mouth shall declare your praise.”
A Foolish Way 