Canon 5D Mark ll, 100mm 2.8 macro, 3.2 aperture, 1/500 shutter, 100 ISO
Their heads were bowed low this morning when I first spotted them, the first Violets of Spring. They were still heavy with last night’s rain and the cold air gave them caution, I suppose. I walked through the grass, barefoot, shivering in the cold myself. The warm earth I expected was cold and damp. I think we were all fooled, the Violets and I, thinking Spring was in full bloom.
They seemed shy and uncertain, nodding their heads this way and that in the breeze. I left them to their concerns and went inside to find my camera and get a sweater and some shoes. When I returned, the sun was trying her best to coax them out. It seemed to be working. Many of their faces were straining upward to absorb her warmth. Perfect, I thought to myself and found a place on the ground to get a closer look. The traces of rain from the night before made the purplish-blue petals even more iridescent in the light.
Once again, I was enthralled. Only God could create such brilliance, such delicacy. These little faces beaming, gathering the courage to open and trust. I know how they feel. Uncertain, but most beautiful when I am trusting. At least to God. It feels cold and heavy sometimes, and I am frightened as the wind blows. But the sun is calling me to open and to shine, to stretch toward the sky and be.
And the rain only make us more beautiful.
Isaiah 60:1 ~”Arise, shine, for your light has come, and the glory of the LORD rises upon you.”
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