The other day I saw what looked like a mother and daughter, huddled together on the side of the road, with big beaming smiles in front of a snowy mountain while a man took their picture. As usual, I started day dreaming about those people, wondering who they were, where they were from, what it was about that particular spot and that mountain landscape behind them that was worth pulling over on the side of the road to capture on digital film.
I began to think about all of the places in my life that I have posed for pictures, eager to show them to family and friends saying, "Look! I was here! I can prove it! Look how unbelievably excited I was to be there." I have photos of myself snorkeling on my first trip to Hawaii, bowling with my friends in a hotel in Poland, standing just outside a museum in Florence, Italy where I had just seen the famous painting by Botticelli called "The Birth Of Venus." I have many photos red faced and grinning at the finish of 5k, 10k, half-marathon, and full marathon races. I have photos of me standing with musicians that I have great respect for and have looked up to. I have photos of me standing with an explosive smile, arm in arm with my husband on our wedding day just as we are announced husband and wife. I have photos of myself the first time I held my daughter, with tears and laughter streaming down my face.
We have a desire to document, to remember, to show, to tell, to keep, and photos are one of the ways we easily do this. Our phones have high resolution cameras built into them and applications that allow us to treat the photos so that they look best and allow us to send them instantly to any and all social media outlets we are signed up for in order to share them quickly with those we call friends. We want to show where our associations lie, what we are interested in or proud of, where we would desire to be, who we desire to be with and what we desire to be doing.
These thoughts followed a swirling, twirling brain path to this verse, one of my favorites and one that I have folded within my heart:
"Blessed is the man Who walks not in the counsel of the ungodly, Nor stands in the path of sinners, Nor sits in the seat of the scornful; But his delight is in the law of the LORD, And in His law he meditates day and night. He shall be like a tree Planted by the rivers of water, That brings forth its fruit in its season, Whose leaf also shall not wither; And whatever he does shall prosper."-Psalm 1:1-3
I don't have any photos of my spiritual life, but if I could take a snapshot I would hope I would look like this tree. I would hope that I found myself delighting in Him so greatly that I let my feet sink in, like the roots of a tree, stretching deep down into the banks along His rivers of water, and stood beaming for a snapshot that I could show, and tell so that someone could find their way to Him as well, and so that I could remember, if ever I found myself wandering away....