Every once and awhile, he commandeers my camera. When I upload my pics, I’m sure to find one like this:
I don’t dare delete them. Not even the random pictures of a plant on my end table. It gives me a peek into what captures his attention. I’m sure he goes back and observes his photography on my digital camera. And, I’m sure he sees his self-portraits.
I wonder what he sees when he sees himself.
Does he notice how beautiful his eyes are?
How his gentle spirit emanates from him every time he smiles?
Does he see God’s grace in his reflection even though he doesn’t know what to call it?
Does he see how he was perfectly and wonderfully made?
Because, that’s what I sure see every time I look at him.
That’s what I saw seven years ago today when I held him in my arms for the very first time. He is my sweet reminder of God’s incredible presence in my life in the midst of joy and suffering. He is my sweet reminder that no matter what season I am forced to endure, God’s grace is always sufficient.
Happy Birthday, John Henry.
Love, love, love you.