Today we continue to recover from the storm, picking up bits of plastic and insulation blown into our yard from the construction project next door, trying to prop up plants leveled, sweeping up pine needles and pine cones brought down by the wind. Such a mess storms bring! I think of other types of storms—broken relationships, marriages, churches, the mess they leave behind when they break apart. Sometimes the clean-up is monumental, and things can never be as they once were. Please help me, Lord, to restore a storm-tossed world into your sense of order and beauty. Through the Holy Spirit may I be an agent of healing and good rather than a storm of destruction. Help me to bandage the brokenness around me. Amen.