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.
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