I took this photo in the frost of February this year. It bothered me that I could only capture it this way. Why doesn’t a snowflake last? The beauty of it, forming as it falls through the atmoshere, only to land and many times not be noticed for it’s specific, individual design. Just quietly adding itself to the pile of other flakes, before it melts into the dirt again.
At every year’s end, it’s a day like any other, but the feeling is heavier that a whole 365 days have slipped by. Why doesn’t it last? That giggle, a look in the eye, quietly overhearing a little voice perform for an invisible audience, not knowing that I am the audience enjoying her from the next room. Joys I can’t hold onto and often won’t remember, every day keeps slipping through the fingers, mostly unnoticed for it’s specific, individual part of the Story, before it adds itself to the pile of the year before, “2011.”
But if God collects my tears in a bottle, surely He is collecting up my joys 100 fold and the moments I just can’t hold onto–many times the best ones happen when there’s no camera. I’m learning to soak them in and let them be collected elsewhere when I have no shutter to click.
So we melt into a whole new year of moments, all slipping through our fingers and some from our memories, but collected and cared for by the Loving and Ever-present . . . and one day perhaps He will share them with you all over again. As the days and years go by, I look forward to a day when the joys never cease and no longer slip away.
You have taken account of my wanderings;
Put my tears in Your bottle.
Are they not in Your book?
You will make known to me the path of life;
In Your presence is fullness of joy;
In Your right hand there are pleasures forever.