I could not resist the childlike play when I was out walking, stomping on the fallen acorns and hearing their caps crunch under foot., marveling at such a small capsule that can grow into such a big tree. I marvel at this like I do with many things, especially the sight of a flowering plant growing out of a crack in the pavement, or on a rock face. Or a tiny bird, safe in the thicket, singing the most beautiful, sweetest song. And God comes near . Mary Oliver says: When I was thinking these things a wren in the privet began to sing and I thought, what could this be if it isn't a prayer.
Grace and peace from the Lord Jesus Christ
Anne, servant of the Lord.
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