Fresh from its bud

 O Lord my God, when I in awsome wonder consider all the works thy hand has made. Hymn 155 TIS

I alway feel that the very first hour of the morning belongs to God. Its fresh, its new, its quiet and  a miraculous work of God  is happenening as a new day dawns. As I wander in the garden around my sacred space my hand almost automatically goes out to embrace the perfectly formed rose fresh from its bud and the colour of deep,  yellow and the air is filled with the perfume of God.  I read this quote which said. 'Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.' (anon)

May the God of life bless you and keep you today and always.  Anne, servant of the Lord.

                                                        O, Lord my God