Guard me as the apple of the eye; hide me in the shadow of your wings. Psalm 17:8
I have an overwhelming number of photos. There are old slides from the ancient past, albums full of photographs, photos on my phone and ones on a cloud somewhere named Apple. And then there are the pictures in my mind of moments so precious, or so fleeting, that by the time I think to capture them, they are gone.
Last Saturday we gathered in Mechanicsville, VA for the annual Christmas photo shoot. All ten of us, traveling in three different cars arrived at Three Lakes Park, and waited for the photographer to arrive. Our grandson, Ross, 13, has grown so much in the past 6 months that he is now part of the “tall people stand in the back” group.
As we stood there, I noticed that Ross was standing next to our youngest granddaughter, 4-yr-old Marie-Helene, who was leaning up against him. He had teenage-boy sized arm around Marie-Helene’s shoulders and was gentling patting her upper arm. What a picture! I snapped it in my mind, if not with my camera, and the memory brings tears to my eyes.
Two of the apples of my eye, one hidden in the shadow of her cousin’s wings, saved on the hard drive that is my brain. Love, safety, God, all wrapped up in one moment.
Thank you God, for the image of your love, revealed in my loved ones ~ Anne