These seasons.

 Sing to God with joy and gladness. (TIS 92)

Already we see the trees are changing colour as the season  move into autumn to be followed by winter and then the cycle begins again, Spring and summer but I also note the seasons of life in other ways. A ruffled feather, a tattered leaf and elderly face. summer grasses swaying in the breeze, wildflowers dotting the  field and the little cheeps of the sparrows. Thich Nhat Hanh would say.'  Enjoy the many wonders of life that are available in the here and now. The blue sky, the beautiful trees, lovely faces of children, the flowers, the birds, they can nourish and heal us in a moment.'

May the peace of God fill your life every single day. Anne, servant of the Lord     

             

                          Summer grasses swaying in the breeze.

Thankful.

 Thankful under the beauty of the moon and stars for all your creation. ( Celtic Liturgy)

The full, whole moon rising over the encroaching evening light, crystal clear countryside from its shinning, - A silence profoundly beautiful -  an evening meditation.

May the peace of God fill your life every single day. 

Anne, servant of the Lord

                                                Silent beauty

Always here, always present.

 I am with you always, day by day, until the close of the age. Matthew 28:20

Morning after morning is a God experience, like looking into the face of God, seeing him eye to eye as he makes 'a new day.' Splendid colours, fresh clean air, peaceful quiet only broken by the chorus of birds expressing the same thanks to God of the new day. I talked to a lady recently who was struggling with a seemingly hopeless diagnosis of cancer. She said, ' and I am  filled with tears and fear, and when I woke this morning and before anything else these words came to me: Nothing will happen to you that you can't handle  because I am with you. I believe God said that  to me, it was like we were in the same room, just him and me  and he wanted me to have assurance and trust in him.'  There will be her strength in her weakness for the days to come, whatever they hold.  These 'Aha' experiences that tell us God is present anchor our souls to our maker and its there we find deep peace.

May your day be richly blessed from the first encounter, the first 'Aha' that God is with you.

Anne, servant of the Lord.

                                                Slandered  colour of the new day.

No sweeter sound.

 As we rejoice in the gift of this new day, so may the light of your presence, O God set our hearts on fire with love for you. (APBA Morning Office.)

 There is no sweeter sound at the break of day than that of a Magpie warbling in the silence of dawn - there is something sacred about it.  I see it as their prayer, their song of praise to their creator God for the gift of a new day.

Did you sing to the Lord at day break giving thanks for the gift of this new day?  Was there something sacred about it?

May the peace of Christ fill your life every single day.  Anne, servant of the Lord.

                                                And thank you for food.

Dead yet full of new life.

 Beauty from brokenness. TIS 690

There is one particular old tree that has been in my life for over 45 years now. It was beautiful and  I watched it flourish, age and eventually fall down. It was a home for many a bird that nested in its branches and even when it fell it still provided shelter for the birds in the holes of its trunk. It still looked majestic and grand. I read these words: The gnarled old tree lay broken and dead, struck down,  yet in its brokenness is beauty, timeless weathered out beauty....mosses root in its crevices, birds nest in its hollows, a tree dead yet full of new life. Beauty from brokenness - life from death and I reflect on how nothing really dies, it just  lives on in another way, 

May the peace of God fill your life every single day.  Anne, servant of the Lord.

                                                Still giving.

Little messages of love.

 Love divine, all love excelling, joy of heaven to earth come down. (Charles Wesley)

Silent in the sacred space I saw a feather, so  colourful, dressed in shades of blue, dancing in the breeze then gently it rested at my feet. Little gifts. Little messages of love and I said a silent prayer: Creator God -you clothe all your creation in beauty - may we also dance in the breeze leaving little gifts, little messages of love where we have been. Amen.

May the peace of God fill your life every single day.  Anne Servant of the Lord.

                                                        Dressed in shades of blue.

Christ in the heart

 Standing before the Grevilia bush had me in awe at how, with some seemingly dead brown branches, the bright, deep red of a flower were a delight...…deep, deep red amidst the brown bush.

'He heard things which cannot be put in words.' 2 Corinthians 12:4

This verse drew me to reflect on what it is that we 'hear in our hearts' and can not put into words. The magnificent scenery in a special place. The reflection on a pond. The peal of a church bell. The chorus of morning birds when all else is asleep. Time and history etched on the face of the elderly. The perfume of the Jasmine. The  quiet spaces. The reaching out of hands for the sacrament. They cause a small voice in our mind to say 'Ahhh' and sense the presence of God that can't be described.

Matthew Henry said: The ground of our hope is Christ in the world but the evidence of our hope is Christ in the heart.

Jehovah, shalom. The Lord is peace.                    Anne, servant of the Lord.

A quiet place - peace and Ahhh, the presence of God.

A soft morning

 Let my prayer stand before you like incense. Psalm 141:3

It was, as the Irish say, a soft morning with a mist hovering over all of the gardens and lawns and down into the little gully beside the house and it did have a 'soft' feel about it. I stood in wonder at the mystery of it filled with  the haunting sound of the Currawongs calling to one another.  They were the first bird call I heard this morning even before I was out of bed. I love this part of the day dressed in silence (except for those Currawongs!) and stillness, before thoughts of the days tasks have an opportunity to crowd my mind. It's a wonderful time to connect with God and lay the day before him. Annie Dillard wrote: 'If I am lucky I might be jogged awake by a bird call. This morning it was the wood duck.' We are lucky to be woken to the quiet mystery of the day that has no sign of the wailing of earthquake victims or war ravaged villages. Is it luck or is it that we are here in this place to hold up the suffering, the frightened, the devastated, in our prayers?

Peace to those who are far off and peace to those who are near.   Anne, servant of the Lord.

PEACE

What do we see.

Even birds and animals have much they could teach you.......all of them know that the Lord's hand made them. Job 12:7-9

I can sit in my sacred space and feel the presence of God all around me. Its like meeting God face to face. Like he is waiting for me there, calling come, look and see I am here.  He is there in the lovely pinks of the fuchsia flowers that always look like they have heads bowed praying,  he is there in the delicate violas dressed in purple, blue and yellow, he is there in the trees offering a haven for the birds and they too hold his presence singing in chorus to their God as day breaks. He is even in the thunder that rumbles around the hills and the aroma of the lavender that's drenched in the recent shower of rain.  I read this poem that says it all: I see his blood upon the rose and in the stars the glory of his eyes. His body gleams amid eternal snows, his tears fall from the skies. I see his face in every flower, the thunder and the singing of the birds........his crown of thorns is twined in every thorn, his cross in every tree. (Joseph Plunkett)

What we see is more than what we see and sometimes we need to sharpen our vision.

May the peace of God fill your lives every single day.   Anne, servant of the Lord.

                                                In you I see God your creator.

That put a smile on my face!

 Are not two sparrows sold for a penny? Yet not one of them falls to the ground apart from the Father. Matthew 10: 29

So many things can put a smile on your face and can brighten any dull day. The beautiful red, yellow and green coloured Rosellas with a ting of blue, feathers all brunched up, dancing around and under the sprinkler on the lawn with sheer delight and joy on a hot morning. A speckly brown sparrow on a fragile tree branch that's swaying up and down in the wind, quite unperturbed, in fact enjoying it. (can a sparrow smile? I thought I caught a glimpse of one) So much about us can bring a smile to our face. Morning stillness had me reflecting on our creator God and I thought how can anyone think that God doesn't care about the life of these enjoyable creatures, or see them as his creation?  Ah, they don't know God at all.

                                                Dancing around and under the sprinkler.

Such a fragile little thing.

 Count your blessings name them one by one. (Hymn)

My mother use to say precious things come in small parcels and I thought of that when I saw the beautiful small feather lying on the table in my sacred space. A gift for the morning. It wasn't just any light brown feather because when it caught the light its true colours were revealed in a magenta  shining colour which caught you by surprise. Such a fragile little thing yet so full of beauty and I thought of the bird who had left it there for my delight and I thought of its creator and I thought of how the light of Christ can come and shine on us and reveal our true colours. Joyce Rupp says: 'And so in my life, what I see as fragile, weak and frail, may be my greatest gift.'

Left for my delight.

                                                

First fruits

May the foot of God walk with you and his hand hold you tight. (TIS 779)

 There is something magical about the time of the new day when  the sun filters through the night sky and breaks into light. Stepping out the door   for the first time in a new day is like my feet touching the newness, the 'never walked on until now' path of the new day and as God comes along side I discover the offerings of the day that would have otherwise been missed. Offerings and events that give joy and blessings and the days strength, like the magpie kicking in the tan bark, the different shades of glory covering the sky as it ventures further into the day and have you heard the call of the starlings? I love it, they sound like tiny horses whinnying. The wonderful morning gifts, of time with God, new every morning  are the most powerful pearls of great price to deposit in our heart and mind as we go further into the day, into the unknown. I love these words of St Patrick's lorica: Christ be with me. Christ be within me. Christ behind me. Christ before me. Christ beside me.

May the peace of God fill your life every single day.  Anne, servant of the Lord

                                                Morning Glory.

Sshh, the Lord is here.

 The Glory of the Lord shall be revealed. Isaiah 40:5

Ssshhh, I heard the Lord coming through the garden, treading softly on the dew laden grass, clothed in the beauty of floral colours and surrounded by an air of incense. Quietly in the sacred space I wondered, if I was in a hard place, a noisy place, or in front of a breath taking moment would I still hear the Lord coming to me? I believe so, because isn't it said by God, 'Where I am there you shall be also.' (John 14:3)

May the peace of God fill your life every single day.  

Anne, servant of the Lord

                                                  The Lord is with the lost children of Ukraine

Like a bell ringing - softly.

 

May Christ dwell in your hearts through faith as you are being rooted and grounded in love. Ephesians 3:17

The tinkling call of a little bird is just like a bell ringing  softly and gently -  peace, calm, joy. Those words came to mind from Macrina Wiederkehr as I sat peacefully in the sacred space, the growing day showing up all its glory across the perfectly blue sky and the perfume of the Gardenia and Jasmine filled the air. So often I would just love to stay there in that space because God is so present, so inviting, so embracing. His presence seen in the beauty of his created flowers so full of joyful blooming and his Spirit felt in the gentle breeze that crosses my face. O how much we miss out on if we don't pause awhile with God and allow him to prepare our hearts for the day ahead. May your morning experiences be also filled with peace, calm and joy.

May the peace of God fill your life every single day.   Anne, servant of the Lord.

                                            Rooted and grounded in love.

Give God the Glory

 That my heart may sing your praises and never be silent. O Lord my God I will give you thanks forever. Psalm 30:12

I love the way God comes in so many disguises and sitting in the sacred space on this beautiful summers morning I am blessed by so much of the presence of God. One flower  in particular caught my eye and stopped my wandering thoughts with its beauty, its perfect formation, its shifting colour in the sunlight as if the master creator was still at work in it.  What a magnificent creation but more so, what a magnificent creator. O give God the glory for all his creation.

May the peace of God fill your life every single day. 

Anne, servant of the Lord

Stop and stare.

 Be still and know that I am God.  Psalm 46:10

Stop and stare is something I do frequently when out on a walk or just sitting in the quiet space, just me and God. Stop to look more deeply and stare to see beyond what is in front of me where a wild flower in the grass is more than a wildflower, in fact its a thing of great creation planned by God for our enjoyment and the pleasure of the bees and butterflies. I pause at the song of the birds to just take in the beauty and perfect rhythm of their song and at Christmas I found myself pausing for long moments in front of the baby Jesus in his crib in the nativity scene and the more I stared the more I saw the wonder of  not a baby but God.   A New Year resolution might well be to pause and stare - just take the time to pause and stare.

May the Lord of peace himself give you peace at all times in all ways.  Anne, servant of the Lord. 

                                                Pause awhile with me.

Christmas.

 Come and worship Christ the new born King. TIS 309

This is such a special time of the year. Step aside from the rush and bustle of Christmas shopping and  all that goes with trying to get gifts brought and wrapped in time and feeling flustered and threatening to yourself that this rush wont be part of your Christmas preparations next year, that you will plan it better, earlier - Step aside a moment and reflect on Christ and his birth. How he came into this world to bring love and salvation  as a saviour of all, breath in his love and all he means to you.   At this time may the love of Jesus fall on Ukraine and may there be peace in Jerusalem.

I want to thank everyone for your encouragement and support of our Blogspot reflections and I trust you have benefited from them personally and in sharing with others and using them in your ministry. I look forward to sharing again in 2023.

Emmanuel, God is with us. Anne, servant of the Lord.

                                              Christ the new born King.

Making a difference.

 'I am the voice of one calling out in the desert.' John 1:23

Can we learn and begin something new this Christmas and carry it into the New Year? When God sent Jesus down to live among us that first Christmas he sent him to bring the light of love - a four letter word packed with so much potential. The potential for wars to cease, for the homeless to be housed,    the refugee  to be embraced and welcomed, for the hungry to be fed, for the poor to have plenty, the unwelcomed welcomed.  That is love, true love not just love as an intention but love as action and a determination in the name of Jesus to bring change about. When you think of this four letter word packed with potential, what comes into your mind?

Let the peace of God dwell in your heart.    Anne Servant of the Lord

                                                      Light and love came down.

Go duck Go!

 God created.........all kinds of birds. He blessed them all.........told the birds to increase in number. Gen 1: 21-22 (Paraphrased) 

Yesterday coming out of the crematorium I held up all the traffic as two very concerned adult ducks escorted six of their babies across the road. The fussing of the parents and their concern for the safety of their little ones was a wonder to see. This little family of ducks had crossed two major roads without harm. As I watched them arrive in the safety of the scrub I let out a sigh of relief and whispered 'God was looking after you all.'  Gen 1:21-22 came to mind: God created all kinds of birds.He blessed them all and told the birds to increase in number. 

May you find a God moment in your day today.    Anne, servant of the Lord

                                                Up you go little ones!

Star bright

 How beautiful on the mountain are the feet of those who bring good news, who proclaim peace, who bring good tidings, who proclaim salvation, who say to Zion, 'Your God reigns.' Isa 52:7

I still recall one of  the most precious Christmas gift I have received from anyone when I remember some years ago one of the small children at church  came up to me at the greeting of the peace and putting her small hand in mine she placed a tiny red star there and said.' This is for you, to remind you that Christmas is coming.' She was all of four years old.  It reminded me of the Wise Men and the guiding star they were given and the star that shone so bright for the shepherds just over Bethlehem. Its amazing the impact of something as simple as a star given at the right time can have!

                                                    The door into the chapel on shepherds field

Morning blessings

 May the mind of Christ my Saviour live in me from day to day. TIS 609

As I sat in the sacred space I found myself saying to God the lovely word I had read  that come to mind now and then, these words: : God  Catch me off guard,  surprise me with some blessing, and you know what that blessing was this morning? It was the tiny garden heroes, the butterflies in the sweet smelling Buddleia bush and the busy bees in the flowering ground covers, tiny tiny legs laden with pollen, their treasure for the day. How wonderful it is to see God in the big and the small. How wonderful that what we see draws our thoughts to God. 

            May the peace of God fill your life every single day.  Anne, servant of the Lord.

                                           The Buddleia bush - a delight for the butterflies.

The morning mystery.

 In the morning Lord, you hear my voice. In the morning I lay my requests before you and wait expectantly. Psalm 5:3

I love the mystery of the morning. The space between night and day and in the quiet and stillness the blackbird is calling. I love the increasing chorus of the bird calls, the morning choir. I love the dew laden grass and how it falls softly on the roses. I love the time of just me and God. I love the mystery of the morning. What do you love about the morning?

May the peace of Christ fill your life every single day.

Anne, servant of the Lord.

                                                 The glory of sunrise.

Joy and delight

 Lord how various are your works, in wisdom you have made them all and the earth is full of your creatures. Psalm 104:1

I so often think - If you don't sit with it you miss it. The holistic value of 'just being' is so precious. I was watching a family of  Starlings bathing in the bird bath, all of them in together, about nine in all and they were having the time of their life, splashing, jumping, singing. The babies, new to life, taking great delight in it all then off they would fly, stumble and try again. It all brought a smile to my face and in my heart and I knew that inner smile would be with me all day and I would not have missed it for the world -  for the joy in my soul. The image  reminded me of the words of Noel Davis when he said the family of wrens were spilling joy all throughout the garden 

May the peace of God fill your life every single day. - Anne, servant of the Lord.

                                                Splashing, jumping, singing

regular daily appointment

The hand of the Lord God fell upon me there. Ezek 8:3

In the Jewish tradition the home itself is called the 'Mikdash meyat ' a little sanctuary where God can dwell.  I feel that, I sense that and it extends into the garden where the 'special' sacred space is among the  shimmering colours of the flower display, the birds sing and perfume fills the air and its here I invite the Lord to meet me . Its like a regular daily appointment  and it has the same feeling  I had as a child when I came home from school and would sit with my mum or dad and tell them all about my day, the ups and downs, the laughter and joy and it made me feel warm inside.  Sacred spaces, quiet spaces, pauses and reflection, places of peace, love and healing  - this is the makdash meyat, the sanctuary where God can dwell.

May the peace of God fill your life every single day.    Anne, servant of the Lord.

A sacred space.

O so beautiful a song

 Morning has broken like the first morning, blackbird has spoken like the first bird. Praise for the singing.. TIS 156

There is never anything more pleasing to my ear than the sound early morning and evening of the song of the blackbird. It is so melodious, so pure, so beautiful and every time I hear it breaking into the silent dawn or peaceful evening I am riveted to the spot, just listening and enjoying O so beautiful a song. It's call draws me to God our wonderful creator who made everything for our joy and delight, even the plain blackbird with the beautiful song. As Joyce Rupp says: The thin veil moments of sheer surprise when not only eye( and ear)  but heart is kissed.

May the peace of God fill your hearts every single day.   Anne, servant of the Lord

                                                    Morning and evening the blackbird sings.

Miracles, everyone of them.

 Blessed are the pure in heart for they shall see our God.  TIS 448.

It is such a miracle to see the rose bush gather its new fresh green leave, sprout tight buds ready to burst into colour and then open, open into the most beautifully formed, petal upon petal rose, breath-taking in formation, breath-taking in colour and packed with a perfume that momentarily sends you to heaven and back! Oh only God can create such beauty and delight from almost naught. Miracles, every one of them. Thich Nhat Hanh says: 'Around us, life bursts forth with miracles - a glass of water, a ray of sunshine, a leaf, a caterpillar, a flower, laughter, rain drops - miracles everywhere.'  Do you see it like that? Do you have time to stop and see God's miracles? They are happening right before our eyes.  As Joyce Rupp would say: ' Its a trip, a spiritual adventure uniting self with hidden beauty, with the our creator.'

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

Petal upon petal

Holding on.

I will draw water from the wells of salvation. Isa 12:3 

It was in great wonder that I stood and looked at the massive Eucalyptus trees in the very dry, sandy Todd River bed and wondered when they had last drunk from the deep waters. Their trunks were well above the sand and their massive exposed roots held them together, stopping them from toppling over yet when I put my ear to their trunk I could hear the rushing of water going up and into every branch, nourishing the entire tree from deep, deep down in the earth. Oh it reminded me so much of how our deep roots go into the love of Christ who nourishes us with the living water of Jesus. Even in times of spiritual dryness, that living water is still there holding us up.  If our roots are well imbedded in Christ we can stand strong in all circumstances.

May the peace of God fill your life every single day.   Anne, servant of the Lord.

                                                                    Deep rooted.

The Lord God made it all.

For the beauty of the earth, for the beauty of the skies, for the love which from our  birth over and around us lies.  TIS 137

  Wander around outside and you wont go far before God's beauty is revealed in the greenest of green grass, the abundance of new growth on  the trees and flowers of every kind and colour flourishing in the garden beds and fields and  its an absolute wonder to sit in the sacred space and be filled with the love of God all around me. The Aquilegia's, grandmothers bonnets, are yellow and purple and blue, their heads nodding in the gentle breeze and  the forget-me-nots  are making a final hurrah  reminding me that we are never  forgotten. But God's glory doesn't stop there. The night sky holds so much mystery and wonder and beauty of its own. Psalm 65 tells us to look at the heavens and see the works of your (God's) fingers. Today, deliberately take in the beauty of the earth and tonight the beauty of the skies and be touched by the blessings.

May the beauty  of God fill your life every single day. Anne, servant of the Lord.

The beauty of the night sky.

Wonder and mystery

For the beauty of the earth, for the beauty of the skies, for the love from which our birth over and around us lies. Lord of all, to the we raise, this our hymn of grateful praise.(Christian hymn)

The gardens are full of wonder and mystery. There is colour and shape among the great variety of flowers, there is perfume, there are bees, there are butterflies, there are thousands of raindrops, tiny baubles bursting with life giving water and the bird bath is full much  to the delight of the Rosellas, the Finches and the very busy Willy Wagtail. Birdsongs echo from the tree top and in their pauses there is silence and I am filled with wonder at the mystery. It all reminds me of Louis Armstrong's song: What a Wonderful World. 'When  we are filled with wonder it is as if we have encountered the world in all its beauty and mystery for the very first time.' (Sharon Blackie.)

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

Created by God .

A green sprig

The Lord is my shepherd I shall not want. Psalm 23

It can't be said that our countryside is dry at the moment and its hard to imagine a summer drought as we have had so much rain. When I reflect on this I think of our spirit and how it can have, at times, seasons of life giving water and seasons of dry, maybe just a little, maybe more and perhaps the dry for some is harder to deal with. I read this quote: To every person who has longed to see a green sprig on a barren branch he (Jesus) says, ' Follow me, I want you to see what I can do.'  

Stay strong in the Lord in all circumstances and may the peace of God fill your life every single day.

Anne, servant of the Lord.

                                                 God's blessing.

Glorious things of you are spoken.

 May the Lord rejoice in his glorious works. Psalm 104

We always get so much joy and delight from God's glorious works especially when we have our 'spiritual eyes on' and we rejoice. But how often do we think of God as rejoicing at his glorious works be they the creation of ourselves or the wonderful world we live in. Recently home from a wonderful retreat in Alice Springs gave me a greater opportunity to stop and gaze in wonder at God's glorious works and share my delight with him and thank him for what he has created from the most delicate, perfect wild flowers and every shape and design of the gum nuts, to the magnificent desert landscape. Indeed, may the Lord rejoice in his glorious works. May he shout it from the mountain tops to the ocean and may we praise him for it  knowing he created all for our delight.

Grace and peace from the Lord Jesus Christ.    Anne, servant of the Lord.

                                                Made by God.

As a river flows so may your peace flow.

 Jesus said: I give you peace, the kind of peace that only I can give. John 14:27

It can be so hard to look at the daily news with so much trauma, distress, hardship, death and destruction in our beautiful world. Man against man and nature against climate change. Where do you find peace, that peace that Jesus offers? I get a great sense of  it when I sit reflecting, in the sacred place, just me, God and quiet, the birds and the beauty of the spring garden - God's glory abounding in all my senses and I find my cup is full for the day. Remember that song which goes, 'Peace is flowing like a river, flowing out through you and me.'  If we have that deep peace of Christ we can bring so much peace through him not just to ourselves but also to others.

May the Lord of peace himself give you peace at all times in all ways.    Anne, servant of the Lord

Blossoms fall like confetti

The life of mortals is like grass, they flourish like a flower of the field, the wind blows over it and it is gone. Ps 103:15-16

What a picture the whole of  the spring countryside is. The wattle by the road side seems more yellow than ever and the pink  blossoms are shedding their flowers, falling like confetti, leaving a floral artwork across the ground and as for the sacred space, well what a place to sit and be with God in a garden of spring colours, perfume and delight  backed by a chorus of  birds singing their morning songs. An elderly lady said to me recently, ' I look more deeply and with more delight every season. I pause taking it all in, the sights, the colour and think to myself enjoy, reflect, smell, stay awhile for I may not be here to enjoy it when it comes around again.'   Just like the flowers, our life is short but oh so much richer if we  stay awhile with God and pause and reflect.

Grace and peace from the Lord Jesus Christ.   Anne, servant of the Lord.

God's love.

A place to snuggle into

 Keep me as the apple of your eye; hide me in the shadow of your wings. Psalm 17:8-9

Its interesting to observe in the bird life how its often the male that is charged with the responsibility of looking after the babies. I think of the blue wren as an example, keeping watch over a flighty clutch of babies, trying to keep them safe from harm while at the same time learning how to live in a big world and I think how like our Heavenly Father nurturing and caring for us and keeping us safe. I love the image of keeping us under the shadow of his wings, a place we can run too when we are in need of protection and shelter or simply comfort, a place to snuggle into and with that image I also reflected on a family of ducks I see at the lake who keep their babies close by so any signs of danger or any need for comfort they just go for the shelter of 'under the wings' of the parent. May we stay close enough to God to be well within reach of  his comfort and shelter.

May the Lord of peace himself give you peace at all times in all ways.   Anne, servant of the Lord.

Clear image.

 As water reflects the face, so one's life reflects the heart .Proverbs 27:19

There is nothing more stunning than seeing a beautiful reflection in still water. Sometimes it difficult when looking at  a reflection to see which is the real and which is the reflection.  In a beautiful way we can also look at ourselves and see what our heart reflects about us in the eyes of those looking on. Does it reflect the life and love of Jesus? -  Reflect on this for a moment - Imagine looking into a pool of still water and not seeing the reflection of your face instead you see the face of Jesus looking back at you! 

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

By still waters

Thankful under the beauty of the stars and moon for all of God's creation. (Celtic Liturgy) 

I guess for me the sacred space at night holds great awe and wonder topped with the air filled fragrance of the garden, as I pause before turning in to be, as the Celtic liturgy says, thankful under the beauty of the stars and moon for all of God's creation.' How long is it since you paused to take in the floating clouds across the night sky, like ships in the night, or the silver so distant, yet so close moon, or the countless millions of stars glittering in the velvet sky like little lights punching through holes of darkness?  Its in the gazing of the vastness of the universe that the magnitude and awe of God is seen  and my final night prayer goes up in praise: Let your Glory Lord fall in this space - let your fragrance rest in this space.

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

In stillness and quiet I find my rest

Side swept by loveliness

 So that by God's will I may come to you with joy and be refreshed in your company. Romans 15:32

I recall  a drive down a country road taking a day of respite from work and refreshing with a 'spiritual journey' where just God and I in the car set off to see his wonders in creation. At one stage I came to a stop and pausing in moment to look on the flowers growing on the side of the road and as Joyce Rupp would say, 'I was side swept by their loveliness.' With nothing except me and them, all other thoughts had left my mind now filled with beauty and a kaleidoscope of colour - A God moment. Did I go home refreshed? Indeed I did.  Going for a drive or a walk does wonders for the spirit.

May the Lord of Peace himself give you peace at all times in all ways.  Anne, servant of the Lord.

                                                Roadside blessings

A stilling prayer

 Let us enlist our lives in continuous celebration of God's goodness and greatness. Psalm 145 (Psalms Now. L.E.Brandt)

The sacred space is again bathed in morning light with the coming of spring. Its soft, its peaceful, its quiet except for the joy of the twittering song of  little birds that are also enjoying the change of season, such happy little things like balls of feathers on tiny stick legs. As for the spring flowers and blossoms, well they are just packed with love from God, full of colour and incense. If we stop long enough, I mean really stop long enough, we can feel the power of God holding it all together around  us He is present. He is there. He is all in all.  I often use this quote from Colin Arquhart as a stilling prayer at the day hospice.

The light of God surrounds me. The love of God enfolds me; The power of God protects me. Where I am - God is. 

Jehovah - Shalom. The Lord is peace.  Anne, servant of the Lord.

                                               Where I am God is.

God bless the Queen

 I am among you as one who serves. Luke 22:27

This is one of my favourite verses from the bible and has been the backbone of my ministry. I recall the words of William Penn when he said ' I expect to pass through life but once. If, therefore, there be any kindness I can show, or any good thing I can do for any fellow being, let me do it now, for I shall not pass this way again.'   I heard a similar saying from a speech the late Queen Elizabeth the 11 gave when she said :'we are all persons in this life just passing through. May we do our very best to care for all who come our way. ' May we take into our hearts and minds the great Christian love and devotion and service to God and people  as shown to us by our late Queen.

Grace and peace from our Lord Jesus Christ.   Anne, servant of the Lord.

                                                Queen Elizabeth 11

God's whisper

 Ever whispering God. (Collect for 13th Sunday after Pentecost)

Ever whispering God, whispering in our hearts and minds in the still of the night and the rush of day. Whispering in the gentle breeze. Whispering in the beauty of the  blossoms of the prunus and wattle tree. Whispering in the sweet perfume of the spring flowers in the garden that greet me every time I open my front door.  Whispering in the first bird call of the morning. Whispering in the love of a puppy.

Ever whispering God, keep our ears and eyes open to hear your whispering.

Jehovah - shalom. The Lord is peace.     Anne, servant of the Lord

                                                Whispering in the wattle tree.

The mark of faith.

 In Christ alone my hope is found. He is my light, my strength, my song. Psalm 62

I was driving home from Goulburn reflecting on the things the deacons had shared at the cathedral and into my mind came the words of Joyce Rupp when she says 'Driving along in my car - my little hermitage on wheels. ' (Don't you love that.)  It was on that drive I reflected on two things I discovered at the cathedral that over all these years, had never known. One was the bricks that pave the foyer and along the isles of the cathedral which are from the original cathedral and were made by convicts. On the back of them is an arrow, the convicts mark. Then down the isle among an array of  the bricks was a Cross carved into one of the bricks, its origin unknown. These were the marks left by the builders. In Israel the Crusaders left the mark of their cross on the columns and massive road pavers. Where, I wonder have you left your mark?  I don't advocate walking about carving crosses on columns but have you left your mark of faith on the lives of those who God puts in your path ?  

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

                                                The cross in the brick.

Quiet pools of stillness

 Truly my soul finds rest in God; my salvation comes from him. Psalm 62:1

There is a Chinese proverb that reminds us that we can not see ourselves in running water. We need those quiet pools of stillness for reflection.  This morning as I opened the blinds in the early morning light I pauses and my gaze fell on the scene before me - the green of the grass was glistening with a frost like a  million sparkling diamonds as the sun rays ran across the ground and up the pure white trunks of the eucalypt trees. The air was still - I was still - and I stayed there for quite a moment admiring the handy work, the beauty of God's created new day, the peace and pondered the things of the day before me. Pause,  just a small moment of pause, can centre us and set the entire day on a different course.  The moment was so special that I know it will come into my mind many times during the day, that stillness, that quiet. 

Jehovah - shalom. The Lord is Peace.  Anne, servant of the Lord.

A frosty morning  stillness

Pockets of perfume

 How great is our God, sing with me how great is our God and all will see how great is our God. (Christian song)

The change in the air is obvious that spring is around the corner and even the sacred space has had a change with the perfume of the spring flowers, especially the abundance of violets, filling the air and as I look at these little pockets of perfume and colour, fragile in amongst the larger plants yet smiling boldly my thoughts go to God, our God who is so mighty and so powerful who can create the  massive mountains of the Himalayas, throw stars into the night sky and with the same hands form such delicate, small beauties as the violet. Wow!

Joyce Rupp says: Even the frailest beauty can enthral.

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

,                                                 Little beauties.

They shone in a different light

 Bless us from all places where you dwell. Psalm 134

I was looking at the group of people out for a walk from the nursing home, people I have to come to know well, and as they approached I suddenly saw them in a different light. I saw them as God's children and therefore siblings. The image was, as Joyce Rupp would say, ' an explosion of God's love.'  Thich Nhat Hanh believes that 'we have to look deeply at things in order to see and then the beauty comes home to our souls, moving us to wordless knowing.'

May the Lord of peace himself give you peace at all times, in all ways.

Anne, servant of the Lord

                                    We are all God's children and therefore siblings.

a tree or a patch of green grass

 I'm asking God to give you a gift from the wealth of his glory. I pray that he will give you inner strength and power through his Spirit. Eph 3:16 (ESV)

Thich Nhat Hanh said: 'Here is the foot of a tree; here is an empty, quiet place, here is the cool green of the grass my child, why don't you sit down.'   And you know, when we do that especially after an exhausting day, what relief, what calm. To sit in a sacred space, alone with God, just feeling the peace with the fragrance of the world calming the mind. Such a  place is peace, is rest,  is strength,   is renewing, is calm, is God.  It's such a lovely space that you get a sense of never wanting to leave it, so go, sit at the foot of a tree (or on its branches) or find an empty space, or a patch of fresh green grass and just sit, sit with God.

Grace and peace from the Lord Jesus Christ.      Anne, servant of the Lord.

                                                    Resting on the branch of the tree -peace.

From little things, big things grow.

 Who is like you, O Lord, among the gods? Who is like you, majestic in holiness, awesome in glorious deeds, doing wonders ? Psalm  33:8

From small seeds something big or beautiful will grow. I can hold an acorn in the palm of my hand and admire the shininess of its shell and the neatly fitting cap on one end and think to myself, that hasn't been made in a hurry with no thought, that is neatly and perfectly crafted and its packed with a power we can't see, a power to create a massive oak tree. How does God do that?  How then does he create a small brown nut like  seed that turns into the beautiful flower clusters of the Daphne with their stunning memorable perfume, smell it and you feel like you are in heaven among the incense of the angels. How does God do it?  How does he change a small seed into something big or something  beautiful?  I believe somethings have to remain a mystery and just marvel at what a magnificent God we have, and I add, go and look in the mirror and you will see what he has done with something that started so tiny, yet is packed with potential.

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

                                                        Acorns full of a great Oak tree.

Same same but different.

 Is anything too wonderful for the Lord. Genesis. 18:14

Not only were the two wattle birds delighting in the nectar of the Grevilia bush  but they were also delighting in the drops of water falling all over them from the water sodden  leaves of the nights rain. I looked at them, almost identical but no, there is a slight shift of colouring in one of them. Then my eye caught the beauty of the deep blue violets amidst a cluster of healthy leaves, almost identical but no, a slight difference in their size and in some their shape and in colour to the bunch next to them. I looked from the birds to the flowers in wonder at our God, who creates the same yet makes them different.  And so it is with us, with you and me, As Max Lucado says: When God made you, the angels stood in awe and delight and declared, ' We have never seen one like that before.' And they never will again!

Peace to you beyond all understanding.   Anne, servant of the Lord.

                                                    Spot the difference.

Packed with wonder and delight

Open my eyes, that I may behold wonderous things . Psalm 119:18

Ah, the daphne is out full of clusters of flowers packed with perfume, delight and memories. As I stooped to take in it's delight to the eye and nose I was drawn to reflect on the words of Eva Jackson when she wrote: 'I was drawn like a bee to pollen - nose to flower and it rested for a second on the fragile sense of wonder -saying nothing - knowing such moments can be trampled by the smallest word.  How much do you treasure the God moments in your sacred space? How much do you see beyond what is right before your eyes? How much do you yearn for those 'God moments' to stay and not be trampled on?

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

                                                Memories are made of this!

Come, come and be with me.

 The hand of the Lord God fell upon me there. Ezra 8:1

Macrina Wiederkehr wrote. When there is nothing left to do and no where else to go - remember your knees.

There is something humbling about falling on your knees before God. Try it!  For me it takes me back to the beginning of my friendship with God - the child who knelt by the bed every night to talk to him, to put my body and soul into his care and protection while I slept. I never felt closer, or more comforted by God than when I was on my knees.  

Kneel before the Lord your God and humbly pray.  Anne, servant of the Lord.

                                                        Let us pray.