May the Lord cause you to flourish. Psalm 115:14
Just sitting in the sacred space and pondering the beauty of God in his creative work in the garden thinking - what a paint palate he must have - pinks, and yellow and red and blue and green and all in variants of their colours. Its among the flowers in the miracles of their life that I am enriched in my faith for who can look on creation and not see the creator. Silently, silently, in the stillness I hear a tiny bee humming and I know that God is with me and as I look a small prayer passes through me saying : 'Gather me in Lord, gather me in as one of your created, enable me to flourish and grow.
Mane Nobiscum Domine. Remain with us Lord. Anne, servant of the Lord.
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