Thursday, August 16, 2012

Women I Admire: My Eyes, My Granny's Eyes, and God's Love

I was sitting in a class yesterday at BYU for Education Week. I didn't mean to end up there. The class I wanted to attend was full fifteen minutes before it started and I couldn't get in. I picked a new class only to get lost. Wandering about in my confused state, I ran into a friend from a ward I attended four years ago. She turned my map around. Suddenly everything made sense. Five minutes to class start, and I was on the opposite side of campus.

Maybe I shouldn't admit this, but getting lost isn't new. Ending up somewhere at the wrong time isn't new either. I've learned to take it in stride for the most part. Sometimes I look around and wonder; "Well, what is it that I'm supposed to do here?" Usually, I can find a reason for being where I am. This time, I looked at my friend from my old ward. It wasn't a coincidence she'd found me.

"What class are you going to?" I asked.

I ended up in a class about photography. By mistake. As I've said before, I'm not a photographer, but sitting in that room, my love for God's creations, nature, and the gift of each day painted beyond our doorways came back.

I remembered my Granny. I don't have a lot of memories of her. She died when I was young. I love her though. I think of her a lot. As I thought about being outside and considered how God can use nature to testify of His Love, I remembered her photographs.

Flowers. The gardens she grew. There were so many pictures of God's creations that I remember my aunts and mom wondering what to do with them all when she was gone.

This morning I went into my backyard and looked for God's Love. I found it.





I came inside and opened the file of photos Granny took all those years ago. I found God's Love there too. Like a reflection of my morning. Like a new memory of her.

 
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4 comments:

  1. Beautiful! I came over from Ilima Todd's blog-hello:)

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  2. Beautifully written!!!! There's something magical about photos....I totally understand why some cultures thought they captured the soul. I think they do a little bit....in a good way, though!! :)

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