Refreshing air fills my lungs and quiet consoles my soul.
The wind is gentle and the shifting season brings a certain odor.
Friends fill my mind. Ailing, hurting, smiling, transforming, new, old, uncertain, and depressed are they. One was run over by a car, another is run over by cancer, another’s heart is failing, one is losing hope, one is gaining life in new ways. They are friends and I care for them.
God cares for them. He cares for you. He cares for me. He is active and approachable.
Father, let me touch Your will and let it become my ways.
Father, change me so I might offer change to others with gentleness, and freshness.
Father, open Your storehouse of blessing and comfort for my friends. Touch and bring life. Breathe and bring healing. Hover over them like the Fall winds rustle through the trees over me and let them know You are here.
You are here.
You are hearing.
You are now.
You are present.
You are approachable.