I passed a garden when I was out walking that was very drought effected and in the middle of a drooping bottlebrush shrub were the most magnificent flowers, soft orange in colour and in the brown bush and on a twig sat a lovely Jenny Wren and just momentarily it sang its song.This verse from Corinthians draws my thoughts into what it is that we hear or saw and cant put into words. Things such as magnificent scenery in a special place that takes our breath away , a perfect reflection on a pond, the chorus of morning birds when all else is asleep,and time and history etched on the face of the elderly, or the colour of autumn leaves,or the reaching out of hands to receive the sacrament. All of this causes a small voice in our hearts to say 'Yes' and senses the presence of God that cant be described. Matthew Henry said: The ground of our hope is Christ in this world but the evidence of our hope is Christ in the heart.
Grace and peace from the Lord Jesus Christ
Anne, servant of the Lord
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