Lately, photos have come more easily than words.
I’ve caught myself eyeing every turn, every sky, looking to capture something magnificent.
Those stunning sights have always been around me, but it took this summer to seriously look up from my life and see them. And I took it on as a challenge – an adventure.
And yes, perhaps I’ve become a little obsessed with catching the sun just so, the shadows ever lengthening…
The city in a new and shocking angle…
But the thrill that comes from capturing an image that says so much without having to utter a single word is inescapably addictive.
And watching the painting of a constantly morphing but ever more beautiful portrait is deeply moving.
This year has been a journey for me.
A journey not of my choosing, but one in which I am confident that God is absolutely in control of the start, the stop, and the long in-between.
There have been small glimpses of promise throughout the trip – that I am still in His hands, and clearly in His care.
And the sights that He’s led me to notice – the ones I’ve never paid attention to before – have been a thundering part of that reassurance.
And though on some days it feels as if I can just barely see the sun,
It’s always right there – just beyond the clouds and waiting to burst forth in a glorious day.
And so I find myself, constantly chasing that mesmerizing sun,
Because here is always peace there,
And the glory of capturing something beyond myself reminds me of how much God has in His care, and how little my problems really are.
And that is good enough for me.
And thanks to my husband and a fleet of tiny nails, I now have that reminder even when I’m at home.
Good thing we have plenty of walls in our house. Because I’m not quitting.