The inky sky swallowed up my kids on this, the first day back to school after break. Not a sliver of light splayed over the horizon. So I went back to bed and prayed for them, all three, brave and growing boys. For protection. Help. Hope. I curled myself around my dog, grateful to breathe in the scent of another living being as the light in my bedroom shifted from navy blue to deep gray, colors of book spines emerging in the sputtering haze of day.
Be there for them, God.
Be there for me, Lord.
So we can be there for You.
“God, treat us kindly. You’re our only hope. First thing in the morning, be there for us! When things go bad, help us out!
Isaiah 33:2 (TMV)