“Smell them, Marilla—drink them in,” said Anne Shirley referring to the freshly picked flowers she was carrying. Coming up over a hill, I drank in the delicate pink of the blossoming cherry tree. Thinking to myself, worshipping God truly must involve drinking in the splendid pink petals on a tree.
Standing under the tree, the boughs were holding up a pink umbrella creating my own private sanctuary and scattered on the ground were pink petals like a dusting of snow. I was surrounded by pink peace, beauty and majesty all an outpouring from the Makers’ own peace, beauty and majesty. Overwhelmed, I call myself blessed to be in wrapped in His pink tree as I worship in the beauty of His holiness.
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