Praise God the great creator (TIS 165)
The mystery of a winters morning with the ground frost white and glittering in places like a million jewels as its kissed by the rays of the rising sun and the mystery deepens as a thick fog embraces the eucalyptus trees, white ghost gums, living up to their name. What a gift that called me to bless the Lord in thanks for showering the opening of the day with a thousand blessings. As I looked into this days beginnings I recalled the words I read by A. Spanger: ' When you start to make a habit of blessings God, you will discover that daily life can begin to feel like Christmas morning.'
Mane Nobiscum Domine - remain with us Lord. Anne, servant of the Lord.
The mystery of the morning
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