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.
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