I am learning to trust the rhythms of the changing seasons. I delight in the certainty that each change, no matter how wrenching, brings with it a promise of a new life.
Yet there are times when I lose my trust in the rhythms of change. In the uncertainty of times like this, help me to accept change with the delight of a child coming of age or an elder embracing new-found wisdom. In these moments, I ask to be reminded of how the dawn follows night, and spring arrives only after winter has lost its grip on reality.
When I long for the comforts of what can no longer be, lift my head above my losses and my fears and cast my eyes on the promise of new beginnings