The morning sings gray on the horizon and this rain that falls, Lord? It’s a cold rain that brings the sky down. My heart has been troubled. I’m praising you now in this slow, steady rain. I ask for strength to praise you when the winds begin to stir the trees and the grasses of the field. Where would I go, Lord, if not to you? You are my shelter, my hope, my all. You tuck me in the cleft of the rock; you cover me with your hand. You sing over me and will never leave me alone. I am resting in your good care. Take these tears and wash me. Make me clean and strengthen me. Open my eyes to the beauty there is in this hard place. In the holy name of Jesus, Amen.