Flowers to Greet Me

There is a language of flowers, and like in dreams or any other symbolic reference,  it is subjective. These flowers say, “Welcome, we have been waiting for you.” They say, “YOU are loved.” It is clear to me that someone went ahead of me to make a space, a space of quiet, of rest, of worship. 

Come, Lord. Come. This is your space. This is your time. 

 

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