This morning I rolled out of bed with the sun, threw on some jeans, boots and headed for the door. I gravitated towards my horse, then headed for an old trail I have always admired. Like normal I had my camera with me, but everything I saw either ran or flew away too fast for my to snap a pic. I told God all I wanted was a picture, He took things to a different level. There had been a coyote near by off and on all morning, but I never could get his picture, then there was a nest of birds that the mother warned me away from, then squirrels and so on. Once again, I told God that all I wanted was a picture. Heading down the trail some more I snapped a picture of the suns rays leaking through any crevice of the trees. Then again, there was that coyote, I finally got a pic, a blurry one, but a pic. I looked at it and was annoyed by the outcome, then I reminded myself, all I had asked for was a picture, and that is what I got. I veered off onto another path taking me to a large pond that broke off to a stream, I did something I love to do and let the water take me where it wants to go. I followed the creek and to my astonishment it dropped off in a shallow pool only fit for frogs and small water snakes, then led down to a trickling waterfall over a massive bed of rocks. The child in me won and I headed up and down all of those rocks. Instantly regretting my footwear of leather boots it only took me a couple slips and shaky rocks to sit down next to the small fall and enjoy the view. I sat there running my hand under the water and listening to the birds chirp while the squirrels scampered. Finally my legs and feet were wet and cold enough I decided to head home, on my way home I got to thinking. Beauty cannot be contained in a picture, the only way to really see it, is to go see it. This morning I didn’t get any pictures worth keeping, but I had prayed to God about wanting a picture, I had apologized for being selfish for always asking Him for things and me only having myself to offer. I walked through those woods. Then the calm came, the breeze blew through and I let the water take me where it wanted to go. God gave me a picture that I can’t show people because they weren’t there, He gave me a memory to hang onto forever.
Lamentations 3:22-23 “Because of the Lord’s great love we are not consumed, for his compassion’s never fail. They are new every morning; great is your faithfulness. “