I carry no notebook.
Instead I make myself remember. I grab the images around me, as I journey through my day, making my memory catch the moments of grace and joy and His fullness.
All moments, even the ones that at first glance don’t seem to be Him. Because often it’s my sight that needs to be adjusted, the lens I see through that needs focusing.
If I simply look and capture, they are always there. And come early morning again, when I have my gifts journal waiting, I close my eyes and scroll through the images behind my lids. I jot them down, pen not nearly moving fast enough, collecting the snapshots in words so I won’t forget.
For His goodness fills, and I must purposefully empty my mind of the unnecessary and the forgettable so I can overflow with that which I truly can’t live without. My breath, my purpose.
821 a perfect pillow, just the right thickness
822 the sound of Elliot sleeping
823 a sky that piles up with cloud layers, and reminds me of Your beauty
824 smiling faces eating watermelon in the pool
825 warm towels out of the dryer
826 little shirtless boys playing dodge ball
827 salty, crunchy, roasted asparagus
828 answered prayer in friends’ lives, seeing God at work
What snapshots have you taken with your eyes lately?