Yesterday I had a chance to visit a different church with a completely different style of worship. I was almost brought to tears by the authenticity of it and the joy from the members as they participated.
I have always been (other than here!) fairly reserved in speaking about things I consider personal, one of which is how a person chooses to worship (or not, as the case may be). I've felt it is something you find in your heart, at the right time, or it finds you and it fits YOU and that's great; that's how it should be.
So I am letting nature do the rest of the talking as I process my experience. For those of you who hosted me, gratiae!
The communion of whites and pale golds as the shadows begin to lengthen.......
The beautiful pinks and wines of phlox in the evening sun......
The delicate translucent petals of surprise lilies, protected by a sturdy magnolia........
Nature leaves me without words occasionally and this is one of those times.
Have a wonderful Monday, rich with meaning, and joy, and color. Let the beauty in the world around you soak in, and let creativity be it's result!
Pax.
