Tuesday, May 5, 2009
A few months ago, I found a new blog that I immediately fell in love with. It is chatting at the sky, and its author is Emily. I can't really describe why I like it so much b/c it's just the feel of it that captures me. Her photography is crisp and beautiful, her words speak volumes, and her sentiments usually make me cry.
Anyway, on Tuesdays she does a thing called "Tuesdays Unwrapped." Here is how she describes it:
Where is the gift today? It could be her voice, his hands, that book on your bedside table begging to tell you a story. Maybe it is clean sheets or a call from a dear friend or those trusting eyes you can’t get look into long enough.
Perhaps your day began wrong. Maybe her hair is sticking up so she won’t stop crying or his shoes are too tight but they’re all you’ve got. Maybe you were too tired to finish the dishes before going to bed so this morning, your kitchen smells like feet.
My dad says if you look for the good, you will find it. It’s there. If you’re looking for the bad then you’ll find that, too. Allow yourself a day to look for the good. Care to share what you’ve found?
So this week, I have a few pictures I captured about two weeks ago when we were outside. Matthew (and Andrew) were pulling weeds, and Benjamin and I were just sitting on the grass. Though inside, he won't sit still b/c he just wants to crawl around, outside is a different story. I don't know if it's that the outside is so much bigger than the inside, or if the grass is such a different texture than the carpet and hardwood inside, but whatever it is, I like it. Because it allows me to a) not have to chase him all over the yard and b) to be able to just sit and watch him. Sometimes he talks to the tree. It's beyond cute. So while Andrew is wearing ginormous "glubs" for pulling weeds and talking a mile a minute to Matthew, I get to sit and just watch this precious baby (who technically isn't a baby anymore and is really a toddler) enjoying God's creation.
Even my little Benjamin can look around him and see the proof of Psalm 19:1.
The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of his hands.