God of wonders,
It's hot outside. I complain when it is too hot, for the sun's rays seem determined to cook me from the inside out. I complain when it is too cold, for I have to bundle up simply to go outside. I am in a state of constant complaining, wondering why everything isn't always perfect. Forgive me, O God.
Forgive me and make me new. You and you alone are perfect, and you have made this earth good and sustaining for us. The seasons change as you renew the earth. You are wiser than I can imagine, better than I can understand. Renew me and make me grateful for this day, for this moment, for the chance to lift my eyes to the heavens and cry out, 'Thank you.'
Amen
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