I’m a photographer. I’ve forever loved taking pictures, though there is always a sense that you just can’t quite capture in a little black box, as sophisticated as they are these days, the absolute truth as to what your eyes are actually seeing in real life.
Yet…we all (at some level) want to stop and get that gorgeous sunrise on the way to work, that colorful painting in the sky on the way home, the vibrant fall colors, that perfect flower…and then never fail to say, “It looked SO much better in person!”.
I think it’s a gift from God…our sight. To be able to process that beauty around us is pretty amazing when you think about it.
So here I am being thankful for the beauty that awaits me several times a day as I drive to and from my house. Yep. I’m thankful for my ROAD. The sunset behind the hills, the farm fields to the left and the right. The gravel and all the pot holes that come every winter. My road calms me down as I drive the 4 minutes, transitioning from the cement highway that is hurried and full of people rushing, to my country road that forces me to slow down and (ok I admit that I should go slower on gravel – sorry neighbors!) take in the beauty and decompress.
“Enter His gates with THANKSGIVING, and into His courts with praise”.