November, here you are!
The penultimate month of the year
A time for remembering
For setting straight
A time to tidy up, in body and mind
Set store for the winter
And you O God
Do you follow the seasons too? how can you?
You are God of all…. And though for me, winter is on the way, for others it is summer that is beckoning…
So God of all seasons
Wether we are storing up for winter,
Or sweeping out for summer
Whether we are getting out the heavy blankets
Or putting them away,
We still are yours
As we remember, and as we honour the saints that go before us
Keep us mindful
Fill us with your reassurance, that even when, or especially when, things are not as we would like them to be, you are ever present, you are as close as a breath…. only a whisper away.
Parent, friend, breath…. Today and always