Seeing the Beauty

I changed the title of my blog. Yes, I still want to be an artist. I would love to take award winning photographs that touch the heart and soul of those who view them. I would love to make the most magnificent scrapbook pages that anyone would love looking at. But I realize that my dreams will never be realized. No matter how wonderful the photograph, or how great the scrapbook page is it will never compare the beauty that God made and the feelings we get when we see something and know only He could have made it. Driving home from Ft. Worth last night I was blessed to see the most beautiful sunset. The sun was like a flourescent pink ball about to bounce on the earth. I was trying to hurry and get through Wichita Falls, so I could pull over and take a picture. But when I reached the city limits, the sun was gone and all that remained was a remnant of pink mixed in with the darkening sky. I knew then that no picture I could ever take would match the beauty of seeing that sunset first hand and experiencing the presence of God at that moment.

So for now, I will just keep seeing the beauty through His eyes.