It began to sprinkle a bit during my walk this afternoon—just enough to make tiny dents in the dry sand. Each drop was a crater, sculpting its own descent into the white sand. This is a phenomenon I rarely see, for when it rains hard, all the sand is wet and the drops cancel out one another. But today I see the impact of one tiny drip, measurable in the sand, and I wonder about my impact on the world of people and nature. Sometimes, Lord, I am careless and wasteful with the world you’ve given into my keeping. I walk with heavy abandon, unthinking of the impact my presence has upon your creation. Recognizing that a single raindrop can leave its trace, may I strive to walk softly, to treat this earth more tenderly, and to tend with gentle affection the beautiful world you’ve given us. Amen.
Last night when the darkness seemed deepest and sleep elusive, I looked out and saw a string of shrimp boats near shore, their lights shining as if there were
Each Sunday during the summer I watch renters arrive at their units. They carry in suitcases, bags of food, and sports equipment, laughing and calling to one another. During the