Today’s prompt begins with verse 6 of the familiar Psalm 139 (NRSV): “Such knowledge is too wonderful for me; it is so high that I cannot attain it.”
Look up today. Let the high places catch your eye and your imagination. Be full of wonder as you pick up your pen to pray.
Holy God, we turned up the thermostat tonight.
Outside our walls the wind is rushing and swirling and stirring up everything in sight.
It is a cold and bitter wind.
It is the kind of that makes you want to hunker down and drop your head and close the hood of your coat in tighter.
It is a wind that humbles you.
Brings you to your knees.
It moves with such power that it goes through your very bones.
Goes through the bones of the house.
Gets to the core even if you are wrapped up tight.
Sometimes, God, you blow like that in my life.
Your Spirit moves so fiercely through me that I have to back away.
I want to curl up in a ball.
I want to become small so that you won’t notice me.
But you do.
You get to me.
You get into the depths of me.
But instead of a cold and bitter wind, it is a touch of fire, a spark of movement, a calling to go and to do.
And when I hunker down and try to resist, you get me anyways.
You fill me up so that I can’t take it anymore.
And brought low to my knees I have to respond.
Speak Lord, for your servant is listening.