I love the place O God, wherein thine honour dwells - it is the house of prayer where in thy servant meets. (Hymn)
There is a warmth in the sacred space of late and its not just coming from the change in the season. It comes from that special gift we give ourselves when we take the time to sit alongside God awhile where there is little else besides the voice of quiet and all within sight forms a prayer. I mean, look at the spent leaves from the nearby tree dancing in the wind, blowing up and down and around and around. Look at the spring flowers in all their glory growing there for your delight and as gifts to share with those who pass by. Everywhere, all around on every side there is a joy and a prayer. May you feel the warmth in the place you call your sacred space.
May the peace of God fill your life every single day. Anne, servant of the Lord.
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