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. ❤
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Manna Meditations, Day 24
Wishing you warmth and sun in the deepest cold, friends …
Yahweh appeared to him by the oaks of Mamre, as he sat in the tent door in the heat of the day. He lifted up his eyes and looked, and saw that three men stood opposite him. When he saw them, he ran to meet them from the tent door…
–Genesis 18:1-2, WEB
A tree is just a tree is just a tree… except sometimes, every once in awhile, when it isn’t.
Ah, Lord … let me not miss You, here in the everyday places. ❤