On the last Monday in June when the sky is full of rain and the garden is full of weeds and my heart is full of sadness for a young family in our acquaintance (pray for our Lord's mercy there, and everywhere?), what I want to do is crawl in bed and read a good book.
And while I might end up doing just that, first I will fill a glass of water from the tap, and I will stand at the sink and drink it and be grateful for clean water that comes right into my house.
I will fold a basket of laundry and be grateful for clean clothing.
I will breathe in and I will breathe out and be grateful for a body that is healthy, for a husband and son who can walk and reason and love me well.
I will pray the Jesus prayer as I work,
"Lord Jesus Christ, Son of God, have mercy on me, a sinner!"
And I will be grateful for His mercy, the richness and depth of the Love That He Is. It is a richness and fullness that I cannot even consider for more than a minute before my small and distractible mind begins to wander like a meandering child.
But He remains, He holds, He sanctifies. And--why am I so often surprised by this?--He delights.
Thanks be to God for this cloudy day, even when it is so heavy in so many ways for so many people. May His will be done; may we be united to Christ and live out the moments of our lives in prayer and repentance, with gratitude.