Faithful God, I'm awake.
As I sip my coffee, I remember that this is supposed to be a day of wind and fire, of renewal and promise.
I have plenty of kindling, and it's as dry as can be. But there's no spark. My oil has run out and I used my last match for the work week.
There's no fire to be found today, no wind to fan its flames after lighting. I fear that Pentecost's energy will pass me by, as I sit struggling to tap into what others are feeling and proclaiming with such ease and excitement.
O God, may the fire burn bright enough and the wind blow just right, so that I may catch the Spirit's presence, too.