The Fuchsias in the garden were blowing gently in the breeze as if in a dance. Some are miniature bushes with dainty flowers and some are larger bushes with larger flowers and they are 'dressed' like miniature ballerinas in colourful tutus. But what I find is the flowers always have their heads down as if in an attitude of prayer and they remind me often to pray. Prayer can be under valued but O how prayer changes things. I recall a story of a small boy who was struggling with his homework and began crying loudly. His Father came and asked him to stop crying because that wont help. 'Yes it did,' he said, 'It brought you.'
May the Lord of Peace himself give you peace at all times in all ways.
Anne, servant of the Lord.
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