yesterday after church, and lunch and after 20 minutes of trying to nap to no avail, i grabbed my camera and went in search of Autumn splendor.
i had delusions of spending a quiet afternoon at a local park camped out on a blanket with my camera and notebook and sharpie and just letting the beauty overtake me and letting my thoughts and feelings be poured out onto the pages within my book.
alas, the park was overrun with male jocks playing volleyball and soccer and nary a woman or child in sight.
that was too awkward for me, so i didn’t even get out of my van.
from there, i drove to the next attraction; a covered bridge.
i have such a fascination with covered bridges, and would really like to scope out some others in the area.
from there, i drove to one of my favorite country roads that boasts a glorious tree that i look at and wonder what all it has seen in it’s lifetime.
i have to think that when it was first planted nothing was near it.
i love to see it still standing strong and majestic.
i am going to miss this tree.
my next stop was the park just down the road from here where i knew i could get water, and trees and that suited me well.
i also encountered a couple deeply engrossed in….(well, let’s just say it was not what i would want my children to witness) a family photoshoot going on and, many more bare trees than i had hoped.
but, i also captured beauty that i hoped for.
and, after i came home and looked at my images, i was struck with how much of what i captured involved reflection.
so many of the trees were past their peak along the water, but as i looked down, i saw what was being reflected and it was breathtaking to me.
and, it has caused me to think about my reflection….
when i look into the mirror, yes, but more importantly, what my outward (wo)man reflects about my inner being.
how that looks to the Lord…..
if that reflects His glory and not my own….
if i can somehow recognize that no matter how ugly or useless i may feel, or no matter what season of life i am in, that my outward self is reflecting something.
in the winter, in the spring and in the summer, these same trees will still be reflecting.
the foliage will be different, yes.
but depending on how you look at it, it will still be fascinatingly beautiful.
oh, that this could be said of my life, or our lives.
here’s to a new week, a new month(!!!) and new opportunities each day.
reflect well my friends.