O the wonder of being with God.

 All of life is sacred. All of life is holy. Rule of Benedict (RB66)

Going down  the Clyde Mountain gave me a roller coaster of visual treats. From within my car, my sacred space for the journey, I could see the wonderful variety of God's creation in tall eucalyptus trees reaching for the sky, their clusters of leaves on their tops seemingly brushing and sweeping the misty sky, and the tree ferns and lower scrub, rainforest like, are  havens for small living creatures, the echidna, the birds, the lizards, wildflowers  and the likes and I thought Oh how lovely it is to be with God in silence, in his beautiful space, taking in the moments and remembering the preciousness of life with joy and wonder and remembering to give thanks. Aristotle said; in all things of nature, there is something of the marvelous. For me, the something of the marvellous then and there was the abundant presence of God. 

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

                                                A variety of God's creation

God is never far away.

I come to the garden alone while the dew is still on the roses and he walks with me and he talks with me and he tells me I am his own.  (Christian song.)

At every moment of every day God is saying I love you. I mean, look about you, do the  autumn trees in all their shapes and colours not bring you joy? Does the last rose of summer not still hold the fragrance of its beauty? Do the green tips of the leaves on the daffodils pushing through the soil not  give you hope and the glorious sunrises and sunsets of autumn do they not pull on the strings of your heart and transport you to a place of awe and wonder?  Where is God, we sometimes cry and I say look, look about you, wander through the garden, look towards the sky, there is God, scattered with love.

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

                                                        Covered with Love.

Shifting and changing.

Seek the Lord while he may be found. Isaiah 55:6

Everything that God does in creation  puts a smile on my face and sometimes the smile turns into laughter. I love to see him in all he creates and marvel at his creativity. If I take a walk in the garden or a park or a pine forest or the desert he is there shifting and changing colours and shapes. Its even more lovely when there is just 'he and me' and he whispers in my ear: 'look at this and turn your face here, and see that, there I am.'  Go for a deliberate walk with him. Go and see the love of God, and you know, it doesn't matter what sort of a day you are having, the love of God will bring you home with a smile on your face and a warmth in your heart.

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

                                                    That put a smile on my face.

Oh, now that's a beauty

 To you my eyes are turned, O Lord, my Lord. Psalm 141:8

Oh, now that's a beauty, a wonderful gift from God that caught my eye as I rounded the corner of the garden path. This beautiful rose, a kaleidoscope of colours. It is so lovely that it took my breath away and I recall these words I had read just a few days ago:  'At every moment of every day God is saying to me through his creation, I love you' -  and I respond with,  and  I love you too. E.A.Guest writes 'Oh, the things than I call living aren't gold and  fame at all! Its fellowship and sunshine and its roses against the wall.'

Dear Lord, help us to be aware of your presence and love in our lives.  Anne, servant of the Lord.

                                                              O the love of God.

Things to be seen and heard.

 I am always aware of the Lords presence; he is near and nothing can shake me. Psalm 16:8

There are things of God's creation to be seen and things of God's creation to be heard all around me as I pause in my sacred space and there, Oh so beautiful, is the Eastern Spinebill, that glorious little honey eater with his orange rusty coloured chest having a wonderful breakfast of nectar  in the ever flowering  Grevillia bush. Oh what a delight, food for the soul. A rich blessing, and I recall  the words of Noel Davis when he said:' The tiny bird singing in the old Banksia tree, the family of Wrens spilling joy through the garden. Lord meet me there.'

There are things of God's creation to be seen and things of God's creation to be heard if we pause and listen and look and yes indeed, the Lord will meet us there.

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

                                                            Lord meet us here.

A real beauty!

 Come before him singing with joy. Ps100:1

I didn't see it yesterday, or the day before, but today it is there, visible from my sacred space, just displaying itself and standing head and shoulders above the others - a glorious, beautiful white Camelia with a fringe of pink  tipped skirts absolutely perfectly formed. A real beauty and I could just imagine its label.  Made by God.

Every day holds new experiences, sometimes something as simple as noticing the drifting clouds in the sky or a  flower on the Camelia bush.

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

                                                White with pink skirts.

The shape of a leaf.

 Come let us ring out our joy to the Lord; hail the rock of our salvation. Psalm 95:1

The leaves are turning, autumn is here, and there is a different bird song  in the air as the Crow adds his voice to the bird choir and there below my feet in the sacred space  two  tiny ants struggle with a crumb, a feast they have found to take home to their friends, and I shift my feet slightly so as to not disturb their path. Such sightings leave me in awe of an incredible God who creates such small but highly intelligent creatures, and then my eyes are drawn to the lovely pink of the Japanese wind flowers their long, slender stems swaying quietly in the breeze, another gift for today - a memory that goes with me.

I read a lovely quote (anon) which said. 'Enjoy something good and beautiful today, even if its just the shape of a leaf.'

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

                                                                      The shape of a leaf.

                                                

                                               

Its yours!

 The great love of God Oh how lavishly given - the pearl of great price and the treasure of heaven. (TIS 164)

The words of this lovely hymn came to my mind when my eyes were drawn to pearl like drops of precious water hanging on the leaves of a tree in the garden as the rain softly fell in the early morning. Life giving, life sustaining, drops of rain. I love it when my eyes settle on an image about me and there flows a bible verse or words of a song such as this  -  all because I looked at a pearl shaped rain drop on a bush  that reminded me of the great love that God has for us all.  'It is yours it is ours O how lavishly given, the pearl of great price and the treasure of heaven.' 

Show us Lord your love. Open our eyes. Show us your love.             Anne, servant of the Lord.

                                                    pearl like drops of water.

Surprise us Lord, surprise us!

May my prayer be like incense before you. Psalm 141:2

Early morning dew was still on the pure white flowers of the gardenia bush, its beautiful rich perfume rising from the pot at my feet and settling into my sacred space. I took a deep breath and inhaled the perfume it was offering and held it in for as long as I could. I wanted to catch it, hold it, and keep it forever.   It was the perfume of God and my prayer of thanks lingered long. Macrina Wiederkehr  would say: ' Surprise us with small joys and pieces of beauty to savor through the day.'  And to God I say: ' let me take it in, let me live with it for the moment, let it become an imprint on my heart and mind and soul. May it fill my day.

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

Be present Lord.

 Great are the works of the Lord, to be pondered by all who delight in them. Psalm 111

The hue of day break in its soft pink and pastel blue light falls softly across the folding dark of night and my sacred space comes into being and I 'feel' that thin space between dark and light, stillness and peaceful quiet where there is only self and God, where you and God are all in all, and my heart stirs   with love for the Lord because I have,  in the moment, recognised who the creator of such beauty and quiet is. I wonder what it is that stirs your heart as you recognise the presence of the Lord in the moment?

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

                                                the colour of day break.