The storm is growing and the fury of fear is just ahead. The noise of panic is vomiting forth from the media and sorting through it for the truth is excruciating. The volume grows and the roar shudders everything we know. Distortion threatens our perspective.
He presents to us this condition of our world, affecting our freedom, our choices, and our will. The time is now. The moment is here. What will we choose?
May we pour ourselves into His Fatherly care. This is our time, our opportunity to trust in Him like His children. This is our moment to become the child. As Our Lord tenderly thirsts for our hearts, let us open them to Him.
Our Lord is waiting.
Can you hear Him whisper your name?
He is in the absence of the pummeling chaos, in the pause between the waves of sensationalism. He is in the silence. Listen for the silence. For it is there, where you’ll feel His touch, where you’ll hear Him calling.
Focus to find the silent moments. Stop to hear your own breath, your own heartbeat. Command your mind to wait – to pause – to be still. Make your world be silent.
Let your thoughts, your heart, reach up to touch your Father.
Let us pray fervently.
“Here I am, O Lord, I am here.
In this stormy, churning space of life. Please find me.
Touch me.
Strengthen me.
Bless me with Your breath of peace.
Reach for me, O Lord.
Cleanse me to be worthy to be held in Your presence.
Wash me in Your soothing bath of grace.
Open my poor heart and calm my wretched soul.
O Comforter,
transform me to be Your child.”