Draw me in Lord.

For God alone my soul waits in silence. Ps62:1

The naked trees are still. The Grevilia bush, loaded with clusters of honey filled flowers is still, empty of hungry, excited Wattle Birds, the air is so still and the sky is the soft blue of morning light. The birds are still asleep and the face of God is in everything I see and I am touched with the incense of the flowering Daphne and from my sacred space I can feel God drawing me in, drawing  me into himself and resting in the God space of my heart. Its fuel for the day ahead, its set me on the right path for the day, its a warm feeling to fall back on when things are hard and tricky in the day. Its the presence of God travelling with me. Oh not  to be missed, those precious sustaining moments with God. They are yours, they are mine, they are free.

Mane Nobiscum Domine. - Remain with us Lord.    Anne, servant of the Lord.

For God alone my soul waits in silence.

My, they are a marvel to see.

 

Come my heart says, seek his face, your face Lord do I seek:  Psalm 27. 8

In the afternoon walk I set myself a mediative goal, to see what hidden blessings I can find and have a talk with Jesus about my discoveries. I mean, look at those acorns on the ground then look at the mighty tree they have fallen from, who would imagine such a tiny thing could grow into such a tree and there, just there in a patch of the grass on the common ground is a beautiful deep purple violet, standing alone, far from its home bunch in some nearby garden, and the King Parrots, my, they are a marvel to see dressed in ever so bright red and green beautifully groomed feathers. I wonder, I just wonder what joy God must have had in creating colour, shape and images for us and how many of them we pause to marvel at. I read this little reflection: 'In the tiny petal of a tiny flower that grew from a tiny pod is the miracle and the mystery of all creation and God.' 

May the God of life bless you and keep you today and always.  Anne, servant of the Lord.

                                                Beauty in  a field of common ground.

To feast continually.

A cheerful heart has a continual feast. Proverbs 15:15 

We are never poor when our hearts have a continual feast: The company of friends around a picnic table sharing chocolate, sharing the beauty of nature, sharing life. Walking at sunrise, catching the making of the day, the fog, the mist, the colour. Walking a winters day in gentle rain, smelling the fresh earth, and jumping puddles. The blessings from God in greeting the stranger we meet along the way, the rubbing of a horses snout as he leans over the fence for a morning greeting  Godly encounters and the countless blessing God  gives us in our lives, his comfort and his love.

I read this from Iris Murdock: One of the secrets of a happy life is continuous small treats.

(and I just saw another in the tiny blue flowers, on  spindly stems waving their joy in the breeze.)

Let the peace of Christ dwell in your heart.        Anne, servant of the Lord.   

                    

                        Blessings dressed in blue.

A ball of yellow

 God - dressed up in sunlight. Psalm 104 (The Message)

So many mornings I see it from the window when I open the curtain to greet the new day, I see it before any other thing - its faint outline in the fog, a ball of yellow filled with the capacity to give us light and warmth and to me its God, dressed up in sunlight and my morning prayer along with the beautiful, harmonious odal of the magpies, their  heads held high, is a very simple prayer: 'Good morning God, good morning, good morning. A great way, an absolutely great way to start the day.

As you bless me with light at the sun's rising, shine on me now with love.   Anne, servant of the Lord.

                                                            Good morning God.