Monday, August 2, 2010

Thru my foggy lens

They say that we never see life as it is, only as we are. I guess that's the lens through which we understand life. I guess it's sad that if we never learned to trust that when we try to capture our opinion and perspective, we can miss the strength and love in a moment as if it were never there. If we've never learned to forgive how hard it is to see it in the face or action of another. Or if we think we are supposed to fix everything, we can miss the beauty in the rose blooming or the caterpillar changing into a butterfly because we made the result happen before its time.

There is a Master Photographer, a Master Artist, whose view, perspective, isn't limited. Who can see it all and knows it all. Who can see the whole picture, while I can only see a part of it. I want to see the world through His lenses, and take on His perfect view. I want to give up my imperfect, partial view for a Supernatural one...