“When my anxious thoughts multiply within me, Your comfort delights my soul’ (giving me perspective, peace, and trust). (Psalm 94:19). “Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death (or live in the cone of the hurricane), I will fear no evil, for you are with me; your rod and your staff, they comfort me” (Psalm 23:4).
Lord Jesus, as the sun comes up to today, so are the winds of Hurricane Ian. We own our fears, state our worries, and come to your occupied throne of grace. We pray for the people of Cuba and Florida—especially for the most vulnerable, the elderly, and children. Loss of property is one thing; loss of life is a whole different category. We also pray for first responders, already at work.
Like the Psalmist, our anxious thoughts are multiplying. Thank you for being present before, during, and after Hurricane Ian—and every other type of “hurricane.” Some hurricanes happen in the environment. Others blow into our homes, health, and hearts. There’s not a day we don’t need you, Jesus, nor a day you aren’t with us and for us.
We know we don’t have to ask “Why?” big storms come to us—as though those in the cone of the hurricane (or some other crisis) are more deserving of major life-disruption than others (Matt. 5:45). The most timely question we can ask is, “Who can we love, serve, and help?” For, “the only thing that counts is faith expressing itself in love” (Gal. 5:6).
May neighbor-love be on full display—transcending everything that normally divides us. Rescue us, Jesus, if not from the storm by it. In the coming days, may we be joyful servants, mercy conduits, and grace dispensers. So Very Amen we pray.