A liturgy for the Fog

In the seasons of life marked by fog, sadness, depression, or loss

We know you will protect our hearts

keep us from the lies of darkness

when we cannot see where we are going

When all that pours out is brokenness

We know you offer grace

the healing balm of love over our hearts

When we cannot see the way

You are paving it for us

and will reveal in your perfect time

When we cannot seem to pray

We will cry out in any broken whisper we can muster

When we cannot read your word

or they seem disconnected from us, like words on a page

We know you love us and speak to us still

When we cannot find hope

We know that you hold hope for us

When we feel no peace

We know you are peace

you give us your peace

When we feel there is no space for all our pain and hurt

We know you hold space for us

space for us to be our true selves (the selves you created us to be)

to express our true emotions

no matter how dark they feel

When other mediums fall short at connecting my heart to you

We can experience you through:

the moving of a rainstorm

the song of a bird

the buzz of a bee

the watering of a flower

a handful of snow

a contemplative walk

the laughter of a child

the voice of a friend

the smell of coffee

the reminder of truth in song

the comfort of a pillow and blanket

a glimpse at our own beauty -

the beauty of your creation

the Imago Dei

you say it is good

you say I am good

the simplicity and beauty of liturgy

the reminder that we are not alone

the reminder that David, Joseph, Moses, Mary, Hannah, and Ruth

poured their hearts out to you

the reminder that you welcome us to pour our hearts out to you

You make a way in the wilderness

You lead us to the streams of living water

You have placed our feet on solid ground

You have made my lot secure

He will cover you with his feathers. He will shelter you with his wings. His faithful promises are your armor and protection.  
Psalm 91:4 NLT

5 Lord, you alone are my portion and my cup;
    you make my lot secure.
6 The boundary lines have fallen for me in pleasant places;
    surely I have a delightful inheritance
Psalm 16:5-6 (NIV)

Aurora, IN. Photo credit: me

Aurora, IN. Photo credit: me