The promises of praise and acceptance by the world are unreliable, untrue, and unsatisfying. God’s promises are sure, true, and joyful—now and forever. (Dieter F. Uchtdorf)
(Photos by my husband, Dillon.)
Heavenly Father is constantly raining blessings upon us
my husband says to me:
stop taking pictures of weeds.
they aren’t always weeds, but that’s how he sees them.
i just see purple and green.
O how marvelous are the works of the Lord, and how long doth he suffer with his people
my daughter spots a fawn from our car
we drive closer and take a picture
careful–not too close
stay safe, little fawn
until your mother returns
ignore ants and dig in dirt
wade in with all your clothes
listen: back and forth of waves
look over cliffs and don’t get too close
crumbling sandstone breaks off under toes
stick hot feet in cool water
things can grow, even in the rocks
I stop unexpectedly.
My kids don’t understand
what I want to take a picture of.
It’s normal to them,
and I take the picture anyway.
here are clouds today
in my backyard, I think
water comes up here
from underground mysteries
we throw food at fish
for a moment, they exist
it’s okay if your purpose is short and small:
gather dew drops and brave spring snow
and most of all, bloom in the time you have