The Morning Hours

It seems that early fall days provide beautiful sunrises and stunning sunsets. Our daughter has seen lovely ones on the beach at Southampton, New York, on Long Island.  We privately celebrate the colorful brush strokes of many hues.

Hurricane season in the Atlantic has made a roaring appearance with two hurricanes in as many weeks: Harvey in Texas and Irma in Florida.  A few years ago, we gifted our two children portable storm radios which they have used in tropical storms and in hurricanes.

Now we are keeping close watch on Jose which may become a hurricane again. And it may hit Long Island.  Our daughter lived through Hurricane Sandy and two weeks without power.  By early next week, there are tropical storm conditions there which we watch with trepidation.

As a woman of faith, I went to church this morning to have a talk with our Lord and ask that he protect and watch over all those in harm’s way. Mother Nature is want to disrupt lives and wreak havoc in the blink of an eye.  We are a generous, helpful people so we try to help our neighbors in need.

The morning hours have always been my favorite time of the day. I can watch the skies, listen to the birds and watch the fullness of the apples trees and our gardens.

It is my fervent wish that the latest tropical storm/hurricane stay out in the Atlantic and not disrupt people’s lives. Here’s a short prayer for all those affected:

Let us open our hearts and pray
for those who have lost everything.

Let us offer a comforting word
to those who have no homes to return to.

Let us help the less fortunate rebuild
and donate our time and fortunes to assist.

Above all, let us be grateful and trust
in His plan for us, today and always.

Allow us to grieve and let the tears flow.
Whisper softly and recall the happy memories.

For this we are grateful today. May there
be an afterglow of smiles. May we have hope.  Amen.