The siren song of the wind was the first thing I heard this morning. It lifted its mournful voice in a loud wailing crescendo, as if to wake us up.
My first thoughts were prayers, for those who have no warm bed, and whose night may have been on the street. The wind made me think of them.
I am grateful for so much in my life. How do some people’s lives go so wrong?
I thought of how much we have and how some have nothing at all, and I prayed again, for each person, faceless to me, but who has a face and a history to God. It’s funny what the wind can make you think of.
In the bathroom, listening to the radio, a winter weather watch is issued. Tonight a snow storm and ice rain is predicted. I shiver, and hurry to prepare for the day.
Now it is night and the predicted snow has not yet arrived; I’m grateful for that. Maybe it will pass us by.
My prayers now are for a need that seems God sized in that we have run out of any human ways of meeting it. I lift it up to him and pray. I pray and I pray, in the name of Jesus, that this need will be met. I pray that he will keep us all together while we wait.
The word “wait” has been on my mind. Someone shared the acronym WAIT with me yesterday, a counselor who said she has it on her wall and it reminds her to ask herself, “Why Am I Talking?”
I loved it and I may make a sign to remind me to listen better. But tonight the sign would not mean Why Am I Talking? But simply “WAIT:” wait for God to act, wait patiently for he is coming; wait for he will not fail us.
Proverbs 3:5-6 (The Message)
The Message (MSG)
by Eugene H. Peterson
5-12 Trust God from the bottom of your heart;
don't try to figure out everything on your own.
Listen for God's voice in everything you do, everywhere you go;
he's the one who will keep you on track.Don't assume that you know it all.
Run to God! Run from evil!Your body will glow with health,
your very bones will vibrate with life!
Honor God with everything you own;
give him the first and the best.Your barns will burst,
your wine vats will brim over.
But don't, dear friend, resent God's discipline;
don't sulk under his loving correction.
It's the child he loves that God corrects;
a father's delight is behind all this.