From The Eyes Of A Child

Yesterday after finishing my softball game, I drove home to my apartment in Beaverton. I was alone since Kristen had to work until 9 that evening. As I walked the 150 yards from my conveniently placed garage to the front door of our apartment, i slowly gazed up into cloud ridden sky and noticed through the vast array a seemingly small airplane cruising the evening sky. All of the sudden I was overwhelmed with a sense of nostalgia and the essence of youthful emotion came over me. I remembered for a moment what the bewilderment of a child was like. I remember looking up into the sky as a child and be completely amazed by such a flying vessel and how it fearlessly commanded the vast blue sky. Then I remembered the first time that I was able to fly in an airplane, sitting by the window, eyes glued on the ever changing terrain. The clouds looked like a winter wonderland and the earth looked so small.

As I was bombarded with these nostalgic thoughts I was saddened by the realization of how little I stand in awe of my surroundings. Why do we let ourselves be completely caught up in the everyday commonalities and lose the joy and love of the amazing beauty around us? How do we learn in such a progressive society to not speed up but slow down for a moment and take a look at all that God has created? How do we pursue the majestic and not the mundane? I am convicted and am wondering how I can make myself once again realize the perfection in creation and the beauty in everyday life.


I know this is the first blog post I have done outside of my photography blog in over a year, but I just felt compelled to write this.