“The world is so full of a number of things, I’m sure we ought to be as happy as kings.”
Robert Louis Stevenson
This morning is beautiful the sky and the view out my sliding glass door are designed by God. As the days, weeks, and years roll by our view may change, but the designer remains the same.
On our computer roll, we have a picture taken by someone else, of someone taking a picture and someone watching the someone taking a picture. As odd as that sentence is, here’s the background.
The picture was taken on one of Young Fuzzy’s mission trips, perhaps taken by himself of a fellow mission worker.
The view she is taking a picture of isn’t particularly pleasant to anyone else. Thus the person watching her take the picture has a look on their face that could be read as What is she doing?
I’ve had pictures like that. Back in the day when you had to send your pictures in to get them developed, coupled with vacations when everything was new and you saw stuff everywhere.
I would get my pictures back and invariably there were a number of them I was sure the developer must have slipped in to raise the price of the picture package…
Maybe not, but I would look at some of the pictures and wonder what I saw that needed to be immortalized in print. Was it a rock, or perhaps a piece of grass, or just what? And we got double prints in those days so we could share.
Seeing stuff everywhere…
Where are we? What stuff are we seeing everywhere? It is important for each of us to slow down and see some of the stuff. Most of us have the habit of barreling on through life and missing stuff.
My grandfather enjoyed watching people. For instance, we were on a mission. After taking grandpa to a doctor’s appointment and as often happens we needed to pick up a prescription on the way home. Old Fuzzy walked into the pharmacy to pick up Grandpa’s medicine and those in the van watched the other people coming and going.
And you see all sorts of things. Some people look worried, and some look Wal-Mart ready. And with all of them, I watch I wonder what their lives are like. When they go home who are they?
“Psalms 65:9 Thou visitest the earth, and waterest it: thou greatly enrichest it with the river of God, which is full of water: thou preparest them corn, when thou hast so provided for it.
10 Thou waterest the ridges thereof abundantly: thou settlest the furrows thereof: thou makest it soft with showers: thou blessest the springing thereof.
11 Thou crownest the year with thy goodness; and thy paths drop fatness.”
I’m reminded of the Robert Louis Stevenson poem, “The world is so full of a number of things, I’m sure we ought to be as happy as kings.”
Sometimes we are, but most of us are tied down. I’m probably not the only one in the world who becomes so snarled in the cares and troubles of this life I don’t see the blessings that shower down around me. Somewhat like the picture of the person taking a picture of… what was she seeing, and in your life, what are you seeing? Being thankful and cognizant of our “number of things” that God rains around us.
1 Thus the heavens and the earth were finished, and all the host of them.
2 And on the seventh day God ended his work which he had made; and he rested on the seventh day from all his work which he had made.
3 And God blessed the seventh day, and sanctified it: because that in it he had rested from all his work which God created and made.”