It’s days like this (what day is it, exactly?), when tears remind me to stop.
I close my eyes, a necessary veil to shut out the ugliness and the pain,
and I breathe. One breath, then another. The tears begin to subside.
I conjure up images of beauty and love, grace and devotion,
and savor the peace that begins to seep into the aches and hurts.
I relinquish their hold, yielding instead to the wonder of your glory that emerges before me. The ever-changing sky, the ping of raindrops, the clucks of chickens. (Thanks for the chuckle)
One breath, then another.
The din of the world is pushed aside, and the sound of the whistling tea kettle invites me to stop, its own tears transforming steam to satisfying sips of comfort. I am blessed to breathe, to be renewed, and return to the broken rhythm of the day.
What day is it, exactly? Ah, yes, the one where your presence abides.
That day.
Amen.


Anne Fraley is rector of St. Peter’s Episcopal Church in South Windsor, CT. A life-long dog-lover, she escapes the demands of parish life volunteering for animal rescue groups. She occasionally succeeds at reviving her blog at reverent irreverence. 

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