I love to watch shorebirds dance in pools of water left high on the beach. They shuffle their feet, riling the water, hoping to disturb some bit of food. When the ponds dry, their circles are still visible, disturbed round areas where their feet have produced a tiny tempest. If I’m honest, I’ll admit I’m sometimes like those birds, disturbing the serenity around me, stirring up trouble with a bit of gossip, an inference, an unkind remark. It seems so trivial at the moment, but I later may find I’ve created lasting scars, visible pain to someone else. I don’t intend to be nasty; I only mean to ‘current’, but find I’ve hurt someone. Forgive me, Lord, when I am unkind, and give me the strength and courage to ask forgiveness from those I’ve hurt. Teach me also to forgive those who’ve left circles of pain in my life. Amen.