It’s early and I’m barely awake when he charges into the kitchen.
Bring your phone! Bring your phone! You need to take a picture!
And the thought actually does zipline through my brain, the thought that it is a crazy new world we live in, this world of phone/cameras and such. Yes, I’m old.
But the urgency in his eleven-year-old voice propels me out the door and into the yard and I gasp with him at … the glory of the sky.
We stand and gaze and I click off a shot of I don’t know what because I forgot my glasses in my hurry. But later, when I look, I am joy and grace and peace. And I thank him and I thank Him for the reminder to stop and gaze and be amazed.
May you be amazed this weekend, friends.