Friday, June 18, 2010

My dearest God,

A mind can have a photographic memory. Although I forgot my camera, I clicked pictures of my granddaughters as they skipped along the beach, running in and out of the ocean. I watched as they leaned over in search of heartstones, shells and seaglass. Their awe in finding a treasure was so beautiful to observe.

I recently had a conversation with someone who tends to see life through a broken lens. Life is not so good for this person as he peers at life unfolding. He sees the weeds before the flowers, the flawed before the perfect, the complicated before the simple. No amount of affirmation, support or varying perspective seems to change him.

As I consider these two scenes and conversations, I realize that every day you give us opportunity to see what we choose to see. We can see beauty in the not so beautiful by a simple shift in the lens. We can find blessing in the midst of despair. We can discover hope where hopelessness is rooted deeply. The answer is always a slight movement toward you.

Keep teaching me,
dear Lord,
to trust more
in you,
to observe life
through your lens,
and to act
upon your grace
with thanksgiving.

Love, Andrea