I’ve been working on a little project that has the potential to change my achy and weary existence into a straight-up disco ball of multi-faceted joy.
It is nothing fancy, by any means. Quite the opposite, actually! It is a daily photo diary of clumsy gratitude. Gratitude that I hunt for in the wild, unexplored jungles of the mundane.
I’m learning to slow the shutter speed of my life. To hold still and capture more light. To gather up the things for which I am thankful.
I am DONE with discontentment and grumbling. I am DONE with believing that this life I have, this God I serve, are not good enough.
I have been rescued!! What kind of a story would it be if the damsel in distress turned to the prince and said, “Thanks for saving me and all, but where are you taking me and when will we get there and my feet hurt and I need some alone time and where is my castle and it is TOO HOT here and I didn’t ask for this and I’m tired of picking up after you all the time!” The End.
A story like that would need another chapter. One in which the damsel in distress becomes a delectable dragon treat. Nom nom.
I am already finding that behind this slowed, deliberate thankfulness, there are deep oceans of joy. Joy that has been whizzing by unnoticed! Oh, I mourn those lost moments… the ingratitude… the feeling like the world owed me something. If it owed anyone anything, it was Jesus, the God-Man, who hung and poured Himself out to make a way. The rescuer who deserves all thanks in ALL moments, against whom alone I have grumbled and followed with shuffling feet.
I am proud of these images that I am gathering. Not because of any composition or “wow factor”, but because they are clumsily captured fragments that make up the whole of this life that I’ve been given. They are an offering. They are an ebenezer. They are a grateful remembrance.
May I never forget again.