Late afternoon, the sun streams above the sink sending shadows across the counter. And, he sees me trying to snap the picture he knows I want. He comes quietly, in the manner he does everything. Gently looks over my shoulder, checking the aperture. My picture is good. Yet, I know he sees through the lens what I can still only see in my minds’ eye. He helps. Gently, making me want to learn more.
Before I know it, I am reminded of how I am falling in love all over again. Time and time again. Gently. Helping. Through the lens of something much bigger. Snapping pictures of my own with babe three resting on my hip. The picture is certainly not the picture this time.
For these moments:
:: the lens that helps us see clearly
:: snuggling sisters watching a DVRed show they missed while at Nana Camp
:: Eva’s love of watermelon and her chipmunk cheeks full of it
:: peach jam canned in beautiful glass jars waiting for breakfast toast
:: a full shoe basket by the front door
:: air conditioning during the hottest days on record at Dulles Airport last week
:: 100 quilt squares cut
:: girls who don’t miss a beat and are currently getting out all necessary painting supplies to fulfill dad’s request of art work for his office.
For these moments, these pauses, the grace of God in the moment, I am so thankful.
If you are inspired, leave me one (or more) grateful moments in the comments, either link or list. I would love to see them! Happy Day, friends!