God of autumn, the trees are saying goodbye to their
green, letting go of what has been. We, too have our moments of surrender, with
all their insecurities and risk. Help us to let go when we need to do so.
God of fallen leaves, lying in coloured patterns on the ground, our
lives have their own patterns. As we see the patterns on the ground, our lives
have their own patterns. As we see the patterns of our own growth, may we learn
from them.
God of misty days and harvest moon nights, there is always the
dimension of mystery and wonder in our lives. We always need to recognize your
power filled presence. May we gain strength from this.
Amen. (Terry Hershey/Source Unknown)
https://www.terryhershey.com/sabbath-moment/
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