To my imaginings, the tiny market round the corner offers the ambience of coming upon streets of France – like closing a blast of wintry gray behind you, to enter upon a vacation open air market overflowing with rainbow buckets of blossoming blooms and the wafting scent of warm bread loaves fresh from boulangerie ovens in the back corner.
I can’t resist bringing home the feel with mini pinks for my white pitcher, and add this small luxury to my cart. Astonishingly, they never seem to fade and continually cascade in tumbles of fresh-cut color atop my kitchen counter for three whole weeks or more, painting joy like birdsong to greet me every time I enter. Mm… Perhaps this market should alter their name to Marchand Joe’s, I smile. Such a bargain of simple smiles for $3.99…
This small-priced but extravagant delight reminds me of something I heard a new author of a book on faith telling a news anchor in interview. “If God is talking to us all the time, why don’t people hear Him more?” the reporter poses.
“Because we aren’t listening…,” the author rejoins. “Have you ever noticed all the people on the subway or standing in lines, headphones to ear, fingers to I-pads? How can we hear amid all the other noise if we never listen to the quiet?”
Thoughtfully, the anchor nods.
Out of stillness of soul comes lyrical poetry. Music. Ideas. Even – the gift of fresh cut flowers. But most of all… awareness of (and more, connection to) One who knows our entire story first page forward and calls us beloved.
For some reason, that thought leads me along another rabbit trail to thinking of something someone told me recently. “I love a childhood picture I have of my husband because it reminds me to see parts of the tenderness, the young innocence of who he was then is still in the man now…”
A sudden image of our Father, holding our baby pictures before Him, seeing us through the lens of who we were and who we will become in His dream for us, stirs me…
I love that, for I love to see photos of others when they were small. Because often they were taken before the heart was masked. They can make me see someone in a whole new light, or reveal there is more to their story than meets the eye. Perhaps a coworker seems constantly disgruntled, but seeing their childhood photo reveals a happy go lucky person. What happened along the way?
See them as I do, the Lord whispers… to all who will hear.
They might be of people you admire or not…
Yet, when you look into their much younger faces, maybe you’ll find a bit of well known expression, a touch of endearing that makes you see them in a fresh light, gives a deeper insight of their story…
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© Pam Depoyan