Your place O God

 I love thy place O God, wherin thy honour dwells.. Hymn A&M)

J Hughes wrote: The wonders that surround us  can be hidden until we use  the gifts God has given us to be able to see them. How true. How very true Sometimes we can walk right past something and not see it for what it is. I like to think of it in this way:

I saw the florescent red and  green of the king parrot. I saw the mottle brown of the garden sparrow. I saw the brilliant red of the  cyclamen flowering through the debrie of the winter garden. I saw  the bulging rain drop on the end of the leaf. I saw it. I saw the presence of God.

Where have you seen the presence of God today?

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

                                                The presence of God

Hush!

 Be still my soul. TIS 123

Winter - I heard it said that its a season of mist and hovering beauty and isn't that so. From my sacred space I see trees with empty branches standing naked, wrapped in the fog and its quiet, ever so quiet as the night fades into the increasing light of the day and a lone magpie raises his morning song while all others are still wrapped up in their feathers, asleep and  the presence of God is palpable I love the words of  T. S. Elliot; ' I said to my soul, be still.' because that's just what this morning is saying to me, 'wrap yourself in the still and quiet my soul and just be.'  Have you been in such a situation where you want to say to your soul, 'Be still?'

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

                                                      

                                         Trees of empty branches wrapped in fog.

Renewed love

 Be still in the presence of the Lord, the Holy one is here. (Hymn)

Even though its quite damp from the morning rain the sacred space still holds its still, quiet, reflective peace as I lean over the garden gate, taking a moment to be still and to know God's presence. My eyes rest on the last of the summer roses, fading, and a  crimson rosella drinking from the water I provide in the bird bath ,and as  our eyes meet a holy mystery unfolds. Lord teach us to be present - to find you in the simplest things, a garden's peace, a bird's bright colours, the gentle breeze your Spirit brings. Let us not rush past your blessings, nor miss the sacred in each day but seek, in quiet moments to walk with you to watch and pray.

May the peace of Christ surround us, may his love our hearts renew and in every creation and moment, may we see the eyes of you.   Anne, servant of the Lord

                                                The last of the summer roses