Photography of Life

I marvel at how up and down my enthusiasm for blogging is.

Probably in-line with my spiritual growth, minus the rants although I'd like to argue that they're all part of it!

But you know I think there really is a time for everything

Ecclesiastes 3:7 A time to be silent and a time to speak

So oft, do I find myself lost for words or, strangely, exhausted by them.

I find it a challenge to keep that sharp contrast, to maintain my focus...

It's at these times when I'm often forced to refocus. Not routinely, neither with intention, but just because the blur becomes too much to handle.

Ben loves how he can get so lost in the Big Picture and it seems He's always trying to tone down that vast imagination of his. Maybe that's who he is though? A Big Dreamer.

You see, I'm learning to relish the chance of getting things wrong though, and I think a lot of that is down to my poor focus or maybe just forgetting to remove the lens cap altogether(come one we've all done that atleast once right?).

Only when I start being open-minded to what's through the lens can I really start to capture light of any beauty.

Ben needs to start seeing with and not through the eye.

You know, it's amazing how God can speak to us. Today it was thanks to my aggravation. (Yes I know I lose Mr Perfect points again..!)

Yes friends, this whole post is about how, on my way to Uni, my vision was obscured, and it annoyed me. I was driving minding my own business when I came stuck behind a giant lorry- whose rear end was emitting so much dust, dirt and smoke that I could barely see where I was going. This annoyed me, pained me, got me flustered but.. wow did I learn something!

It got me thinking, so much so that as soon as I got into Uni, I drew this in the humming silence of the library:

'twas what I was imagining... me following my Shepherd (although here He's more like a Rabbi in the desert and as for me, well let's not go into that haha)

But you see? how I'm so far behind, I'm obscured by all the dust billowing up from behind him. Can I see Him? Oh I can see him but my goodness how it hurts when I get bits in my eye's.
Today taught me how I need to be closer, so close that I can see his feet and even though I'm unworthy to tie his sandals (Luke 3:16), I want to be looking at them, not mine but His. The word is intimacy.

His feet, His path, His way.

As for the photos, I'm starting to take more snapshots of life, and trying to keep my eye's free from dust.