O the wonder of God

I passed a garden when out walking that was very drought effected and in the midst was a drooping bottle brush shrub with the most magnificent 'bottle brush' looking  flowers, soft, soft orange a midst the brown bush and on a twig a little jenny wren sat and sang her song, just momentarily.

'He heard things which cant be put into words.' 2 Cor 12:4

A field of cobwebs

That verse draws my thoughts into what it is that we 'hear' and cant put into words. That magnificent scenery in a special place, a perfect reflection on a pond, the peel of a church bell, the chorus of morning birds when all else is asleep, time and history etched on the face of the elderly, the colour of autumn leaves,the quiet spaces, the reaching out of hands to receive the sacraments. They cause a small voice in our hearts to say'Ah' and sense the presence of God that cant be described.
Matthew Henry said: The ground of our hope is Christ in this world but the evidence of our hope is Christ in the heart.
Grace and peace from the Lord Jesus Christ.
Anne, servant of the Lord