Because too often I forget

 

 

God.

Filling my empty with His full.
And giving grace where there is lack.
Showing up with exquisite kindness.
And whispering His love in the wind.

And I stand on tiptoe.
Trying to see.

His Presence.

And what I do see.

Mist covering a field at dawn.
The moon full and white.
Catching my breathe; ethereal stillness.
A holy moment. Stumbled upon.
In the early nearly dark.

Sea and sky having no end.
The stretching of blue in all directions.
Earth a canvas filled; 
this jaw-dropping vista.
Early autumn on the vineyard.

 

A snapshot of sunset.
Brush strokes all over the sky.
Back and forth.  Capricious tinting.
Reflection of stunning in the water.
For just minutes.  Fleeting.

And not really having to stand.
On tiptoe.

So apparent.  This.

God writing.

Above the din of broken and fear.

His Presence.

Because.

Too often I forget.

 

 

 

Glimpses

 

 

 

 

Still there.  Still there.  Still there.  Gone.

Exquisite.  This ritual.
Never tiring.
A summer sun sinking low.

An orange ball of fire.
Mesmerizing.
As it drops.  Little by little.
Magic created daily.

Amidst great fanfare.
Or in the quiet solitude.

And suddenly.  No more.

And our hearts full.
For having participated.
Grateful.
For the glory displayed.

And then.

Dusk.
Also a thing of beauty.
Wrapping us in a cloak of warmth and gentle breeze.
Covering with the gradual parade of stars.

God continuing.
To write poetry.
All over the skies.

And then in our lives.

The night sky filling the senses. 
Warmth and flickering stars and night breezes.

No wonder it is calling our name.

A season so full of promise.

How it resonates.

In a way we cannot understand.
Or explain.
But we chase it.  Long for it.

To see.

Glimpses of eternity in the everyday. 

This. Exploding.

Running down the narrow street.
Anxious to see better.  The view.
A vista unveiling; grandeur unedited.
Never failing to impress.
This.

Just an autumn Saturday; unexpected and mesmerizing.
The telling of glory.

Worth the hunt.  Worth the chase.
Nature exploding. 
For all to see.

In the midst of ordinary.  Every day. 
Homes built to see it. 
Tables set before it.
Windows thrown open wide to it. 
Weddings planned around it.  Vacations too.

This glory.
This telling of the heavens.
Thrilling us.
Stirring the soul.

The reasons artists paint and architects draw and photographers snap.
Lovers linger and climbers climb and people take delight.  In the beauty.

A rainbow arcing high.
Waves crashing wild on sand.
Galaxies strewn across inky black.

A window. To something greater.
Than ourselves.
The going public of infinite God. 

And the heavens are telling.

Our hearts made for this.   
Because, on some level, us all; chasing.
That which fills us to the brim.

Taking our conflicted, emotional, soul-searching lives.
And filling us.
The goodness.  Pointing.
As good as this is.  There is more.
And I run.  With my camera.  Snapping glimpses of God.

 

Because.
Life is hard. Sometimes stories harsh. 
But into this realness, the broken of life.  God has spoken.
Nature pointing. 

No fuller or more final expression of God.
Than Jesus.

Deep calling to deep.
The roar of the waterfalls.
The waves and breakers sweeping over me.

And God.  Is there.

Unfathomable love painting the skies.
Raising the sun.
Sustaining the universe.

And my heart running each day.
Breathless for this love story.

The angels know.  Creation knows.
Beauty only pointing.
To the author.
And sustainer and redeemer. 
Of this world.

Holy, holy, holy is the Lord Almighty;
the whole earth is full of his glory.

My camera points. 
And my heart responds.
Beauty exploding.

10 on 10

Welcome to 10 on 10.  A celebration of the beautiful things in a day.  Everywhere we look with eyes to see.  Texture.  Color.  Symmetry.  Design.  Creation.  Happy July 10.

Chasing Beauty

Winter has finally gone away.

And in it's place, suddenly, jaw-dropping smacked-in-the-face gorgeous.

Everywhere.

And, after the longing, the aaah of spring soothing our weariness; the warmth, the beauty, the falling into relaxation.  Even celebrating it.

Even more so because it took so long - this year.

And so now shedding layers.  Sidewalk cafes full. Vibrant color. Trees colored in.
Lush and full and a spectacle.

The same every year.  Creation fulfilling.

But somehow always amazed; overcome and thankful.  The deepest longing of the human heart touched by all this display. To celebrate the good.  To stay awake to this wild and beautiful life. 

Are not books written, movies made; the loss of something, the struggle.  How it becomes redemptive. Life changing.  A new awareness for each and every moment.  What is.  Embracing the now.  A decision to live fully.  Because suddenly life is spectacular even in the everyday, the ordinary, the difficult.  Much to celebrate.  Only to slow down to see.

To capture the moment like a lens of a camera.

A lesson for all.   

The best way to live; fully engaged appreciating and seeing.
Keenly aware of the beauty. Chasing it.

The presence of the Creator stamped on each day.

Everywhere.