Manna Meditations, Day 31
Yesterday, in a moment of joy, I lifted my iPhone to a dogwood branch knotted with small dark buds – the hope of things to come.
By accident, though, I snapped a photo of my own upturned face, lit with quiet wonder.
I offer these two images today in humble recognition that they are both, in a way, photos of the same thing:
And also, beauty.
Because really: anyone who can see hope outside herself is someone who harbors it safe within, too…
And that, friends, is a deeply beautiful thing. ❤