Master of Creation,
So often we mourn the passing of summer. We regret the long nights and cool weather. We grumble at forecasts of snow.
Yet You made this time, as well. You send the rain and snow, and turn our earth in its seasons. Instead of accepting the gifts we may not appreciate, we look at them as curses. We do not love changes.
Teach our hearts, O Lord, to use the dark hours for prayer and caring for others. Teach us to gather as Your people and warm each other’s spirits when gloom descends. Give us the Light of Christ, and let us thank You for shorter days.