What Do You See?

I took that photo just above Telluride, Colorado about three weeks ago. The sheep gathered in that pasture were oblivious of me and my little iPhone with the pink case. That device, however, captured a beautiful moment in time. The snow on the mountains in the background is like a lace doily. The animals in the foreground look so peaceful. And they were!

Sometimes what we see through the lens of our camera is even more special than we realize as we hurry to capture it. I remember when I took multiple pictures of my nephews and niece by a stream, only to discover a few minutes later as we were walking home that a ray of light was coming down toward each child, as if to touch them. Three separate rays.

I wonder if our everyday life experiences are exactly the same. This morning I asked God if He would speak to me today. He seemed to answer that He is in "every turning leaf, every butterfly swarm." I saw a butterfly swarm a couple of hours later at a spot where my son had seen them a couple of days ago. Gorgeous, splashy monarch butterflies, bursting up from in front of my vehicle like flying flowers.

I wonder if we sat still longer, journaled more, prayed and reflected longer and with more purpose, if the smallest of our day-to-day encounters and life happenings would begin to look like the pieces of a life puzzle or the bricks in the foundation of a beautiful life that God is constructing for us? I wonder if we would cooperate better in the building process if we acknowledged this? I think we would see a shadow of the bigger picture if we tried to tune in to Christ.

Posting the following disclaimer is as natural as breathing to me. I have been told that writing is my God-given gift. I want to give it back to Him, and that's why I write this blog. I am a ridiculous work-in-progress. I am horrifically off the mark quite often. Even worse, I will start my day in the Spirit, only to find myself in the middle of a temper tantrum that frightens me! I do believe in sanctification and maybe, at nearly fifty-one years of age, I am making some progress. I've been humbled by life enough over the last several years to feel that I have a shot at it at least! Please know that I do not write about the Christian life because I feel qualified to. Not at all. It is because I do not know how not to. Jesus is all I know.