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Midday Manna: Acorns

Wednesday, November 1st, 2017

Acorns

Dear Corinne,

I was interested to hear of your response to the rubbish dump and to hear how you came across the gardener burning rubbish, on your walk at the National Trust property that you visited!

Some weeks are really full on aren’t they?! It is encouraging to remember what Jesus said about being worn out and living freely and lightly.

 “Are you tired? Worn out? Burned out on religion? Come to me. Get away with me and you’ll recover your life. I’ll show you how to take a real rest. Walk with me and work with me—watch how I do it. Learn the unforced rhythms of grace. I won’t lay anything heavy or ill-fitting on you. Keep company with me and you’ll learn to live freely and lightly.” Matthew 11:28-30 The Message

This week we will continue the Autumn theme with a reflection on Acorns. Take a moment or two to let go of the things that are on your mind and then……..

Look at the acorns in the photo below and….
Observe their size, shape, colour,……………….
What strikes you about them………………..
What is God saying to you through the photo and your observations…….
Drink in his message………………..

Now, try in your imagination, to become one of the acorns…………..
What does it feel like to have been on the tree….to have fallen………………
to be part of a continuing growth cycle…….
What is God saying to you…………….

Remember God’s promises:
“Generations come and generations go, but the earth remains forever.” (Ecclesiastes 1:4 NIV)
“As long as the earth endures, seedtime and harvest, cold and heat, summer and winter, day and night will never cease.” (Genesis 8:22 NIV)

Close with a moment of thanksgiving, before going back to work.

Let me know how you get on! Enjoy the rest of your week!

with love,

Written by Dorinda Miller; © D Miller 2017. For full credits please see the site credits page
This letter is from the series: 'Midday Manna'

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The Garden Rubbish Dump

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Quiet Waters