This morning was BUSY. My heart felt rushed, my soul a little weary. So this afternoon I walked thru our backyard and snapped pictures and did my best to slow my roll. I spent time with spider webs and weeds and chicken feathers. And I know that sounds strange, but for some reason I was drawn to the forgotten things… the ones that might not seem photo worthy. What a blessing it turned out to be. And look at this feather?! It changed my day ❤
There’s so much beauty in nature. Wading thru it forces me to breathe deep and focus on the small. It reminds me that I am small. That the world is so much larger. Creation is. GOD is. And I fall in love with broken pieces. Like chewed up leaves and dead flowers. It’s something about the story they tell. They have seasons of growing, blooming, and fading. And it all begins again.
It reminds me that life is a process. Just like I am. I don’t have to have it all figured out. It’s okay to have rough edges. There is joy and beauty in the right now. I just have to take the time to look for it.
This leaf is one of my favorite pictures from my afternoon amongst the weeds. It’s delicate. It’s imperfect. Yet it’s still beautiful, holes and all. It’s one leaf among millions, billions…but it has a purpose. It matters. It is seen and known by God. Just like you and me.