Lord, you are my heart. It swells at the thought of you. Your love is colossal in a world of the ordinary. Your storehouses are full of your grace. You are more. You are powerful above and beyond all else. The mountains quake when they hear your voice.  The hills run and hide. The whales dive deeper. None can escape you.  Many want to escape you by pretending you do not exist. Not me.  My heart runs toward you until, at last, you open your door and let me in.

Father, I complained about something again yesterday. I know that complaining is the same thing as accusing you of withholding something from me. Help me, when I am tempted to complain, to bless instead. Help me.

It is raining outside. It has been a while since we have had rain. The new crops need your water of life. The animals awakening out of their winter’s sleep need your water of life. I listen to the gentle drops of rain and think of your smile. I, too, smile and thank you for remembering us when the time is right. Thank you for the rain. And thank you for pouring down from heaven the crystal dew drops of your love.