I am a struggling photographer. Living in one of the most beautiful places on earth. It is a conundrum. See, I can SEE what I want to snap a picture of. I know in my heart and with my struggling artist’s eye what I want to see on the screen when the picture is snapped. But I often have a hard time capturing it.
So I sit here, watching the most beautiful sunsets and sunrises and the clouds on the mountains, and I try with all my might to capture the emotion and the beauty in the scene…..but then fall short. My vision isn’t clouded, and the camera is perfect, but putting the two together is where I fall short. Often times my final product comes out blurred or off-focus in some way. The colors that I had hoped would pop are instead dull and lifeless and I get frustrated.
Then there’s that one that breaks through. The one with all the shiny edges and the rosy cheeks and the perfect shades of red and orange and my heart stops for just a minute. And I wonder if that’s how God feels about us sometimes. He’s given us the tools and the time frame, and he just watches and waits. We get fuzzy in our errors and our misjudgments. Our colors are drab and dreary with our pain and heartache. But then, we have these moments of pure glory-and can’t you just see his smile? He captures us there, in the camera of his heart, and he frames those moments in his mind.