|This Week's Word: Delight|
Photo CreditShe walks past the wall with the paintings on it. How does she not see them? How does she miss them? She just keeps walking, refusing to notice beauty in the moment.
The man walks past the musician in the subway. How does he not hear it? How does he miss its pitch and tempo? He just keeps walking, refusing to notice the beauty in the moment.
Photo CreditThe mother walks past the child giggling in a hurry to complete the laundry. How does she not join in? How does she miss the delight? She just keeps doing, refusing to notice the beauty in the moment.
Photo CreditThe climber hikes right past the rarest of flowering blooms, the kind people pay thousands of dollars to see for 60 seconds. How does he not see its color? How is the scent lost on him? Focused on the destination, he just keeps climbing, refusing to notice the beauty in the moment.
The thankful one shreds cheese. She pulls out her camera, her hammer that is, to drive a single nail of thanksgiving into that moment. She snaps a shot of cheese curls in the warmth of sunlight through the window. She sees. And she is thankful. Thanksgiving to the good-God. And He delights.