An aggressive afternoon wind whines through the house. Inside
my prayer window, I watch as it sends thin, wispy white clouds skiting eastwards,
exposing a baby blue vastness that lies above them.
Sometimes, I can get in my own way. I can allow anxieties to
accumulate like clouds, white or grey or even black, obscuring God in all his
magnificence and glory. Back to that early chorus: ‘Wind, wind, blow on me…’
Lord, despatch any doubts and send all fears into obscurity.
Fill me again with your blessed Holy Spirit. Transform my mind by the renewing
of my spirit within.
I thank you for your grace and mercy, that you know my
thoughts before they arrive on my lips, that you know the prayers of my heart. Peace,
you say. My peace I give to you, a peace unlike the superficial peace of the
world. A deep, inner peace that remains despite the tempests and hurricanes howling
inside and out.
Praise you, Jesus.
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