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.