How dear
to me
is your
dwelling,
O Lord
of hosts!
My soul
has a
desire
and a
longing
for the
courts
of the Lord;
my heart and my flesh
rejoice in the living God.
I’am still constantly amazed as how present and involved and near God is to us! (“Closer than breathing, sweets.” “Oh I now, butI mean REALLY! “ “So do I. Really.”) I had read all the way through Evening Prayer and yes, this was my verse. I came into my computer (Onesimus) with an image I love in my mind, of the door of St David’s slightly ajar. Ready to slip in, I set to work - composition, font, colors. And I could not make it work. Because that was not my image. Or, it was my image, what it was not was God’s image. (“Who’s in charge?” “ You’re in charge.”) And then it all fell into place. To-night it was not an image of walking into the enclosing womb of the church, but being perch-ed on the top of the cross, ready to fly. God cracks me up and fills me with awe and delight.
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