Sunday, August 12, 2018

Moments

Millions of moments make up our days.

I find immense joy in noting the snapshots of time, slices of beauty that compose our lives. I've been intentionally paying attention to all the sensations of this season - the smells, sounds, sights, emotions. All the feels.

Like the gentle breeze of morning air and sparkling light on palm leaves swaying; the calm of a late morning after late night activity...

Like sun-streaked hair and bedhead on an 11 year old...

Like texts showing up on my screen from my daughter, "conversations" that mean connectivity in relationship...

Like arms wrapped around me from behind for a whole three seconds from a son who is so tall his arms only envelop my face and neck...

Like my husband who does fun things with me, like being violently whipped around on an inner tube behind a speeding boat...

Like a platter of homemade ice-cream sandwiches, shared by the poolside with friends. Then plenty more for regular afternoons...

Like sleeping bodies on sofas and beds at unusual hours, proof of happy days...

Like the present sound I just heard amidst laughter: "Andrew, HELP! Get my air soft gun!" This coming from Jack who is in the pool as Michael swims away with his trunks...

Like sitting on a rock without distraction, watching my kids bob in an inner tube on rolling ocean waves, or like being washed over by salty surf and surfacing to the smiles of my kids...

Like conversations with my man about his thoughts and strategies...

Like Michael's long summer hair moving in the breeze of the open trolley windows. He seems too handsome to be mine...

Like eyelashes and dewy summer skin, sandy feet and laughter from the backseat...

Like the sight of San Francisco from my airplane window, and the anticipation of celebration alone with my husband...

Like big boys that are playful, loud and obnoxious, happy...

Like brothers and sisters in Christ tightly gathered around our long barn wood table lit only by twinkling candlelight. We are vulnerable, learning, and growing...

Moments. They are everywhere, happening all the time. I tell myself to look intently for the good stuff, to find what makes my heart skip a beat. I wake each day opening two gifts: my eyes. Plain sight is just plain wonderful, but sometimes I must intently look from my heart and through my eyes. I don't want to waste my gifts and never see the moments.

Snapshots of time taken through the lens of my camera help me remember beyond the moment. Photographs do in better detail what my mind cannot. I'm including a few pictures from the hundreds I have yet to sort through. I chose black and white because photographs don't depict life in it's full color. Life is not black and white, but complex; the wonder of beautiful moments are always colored in a complexity of hues. I like the simplicity of B&W, just like the simplicity of noting a moment for what it is: a gift.


Summer hair and a morning swim


The work on our house continues. And continues, and continues some more. It was a projected one month project, and we're now entering the sixth.
I am proud of this man for his work, and a confident attitude that figures new things out. 


Garage floor studio for an artist


Her tools...


...and her craft.



Summer treats


All varieties of summer hair..


We don't need wetsuits in August anymore because our cold Pacific has reached the mid 70's this year.


Our annual open air sleep out on the roof this year + movie night. 
Michael was sick and had gone to be before dinner that night.


A pivotal birthday for me this year, and a moment in time I survived just fine!



 Mid-day sleep, so tired the toy was dropped onto his face


Restful early morning beach time with me, tucked away from summer crowds~
Without a picture, will I remember those juicy lips and boyish fingers fiddling with nature, or the beloved necklace from China with his name engraved on a grain of rice?



I pray nearly each day that I would see the goodness of the Lord. He displays his goodness to me in new ways through his Word and in the countless moments of my days. I just need eyes to see and a heart to receive.

~Katherine


2 comments:

  1. This just touched my heart so much. Finding beauty in the every day requires slowing down and purposing to notice. (Finding beauty in the ugly requires a change of heart and mind.) You are so keenly aware of both, and I always appreciate the gentle reminder for me to be aware too. :-)

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    1. Thank you. Nice to hear from you! I think of you and your family periodically, wondering how things are going with recovery (and knowing it's a long process). Hope you've had a fantastic summer!

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