Speak to me of God.

 O God, you have taught me from my youth, and I proclaim your wonders still. Psalm 71:17

Its a cold, cold winter, one that seems like the frost gets right into your bones but the days are glorious and -  did I see it? Did I really see it? Yes, there it is the white with a  pink tinge of the Almond blossom peeping out of the bud in which its been snug all winter. A hint, a touch of the coming spring. Ah, the blessed  beauty, blessed God in creation.  I love this quote I first read many years ago by Nikos Kazantzakis: "I said to the almond tree, 'Sister, speak to me of God ,' and the almond tree blossomed."

The grace of our Lord Jesus Christ be with you.    Anne, servant of the Lord.

God dressed in almond blossoms.