Last year I shared fifteen photographs of our year,
and the year before fourteen.
And while color and and technicalities are encompassed deep within this craft,
the heart of the art is just that, my heart.
And deeper still, it struck me the other day, yet another lesson from this creative pursuit.
The greatest most righteous man, in all His wisdom and omniscience was in fact,
His crafted words wrapped up in simple parables life’s greatest heartbreaks, mysteries and glories.
Because sometimes in the details, the realities, the routine,
the divine becomes dusty, life’s meaning, mundane.
Yet when we step back to study it all together,
where scarcity was felt, we see perfecting provision,
in place of obstacles, merciful abundance.
And so in the same images I see my children so clearly, quickly, growing,
and while I’m documenting baby cheeks and lost teeth and two wheeling and wide eyed wonder,
I hope they’ll someday look back at them and read the words of the story we’re writing,
through tears shed and laughter shared
feel their, my, our lessons learned.
Because it’s becoming more clear
each year that passes
that the arch of our story
is simply singing grace
And daily I’m more thankful.
See more of our daily here.
We are so deeply, undeservingly, blessed.