The oddest thing happened. My wife put this picture of our family that had been taken on Christmas Eve up on ‘TheFacebook’ and it got over 100 likes.I realize that’s not odd. People are typically nice and will like anything that scrolls along their wall. What I found odd were some of the comments about how one child looked exactly like me, another looked like my wife, and this one is so tall, etc. I found myself scrutinizing the photograph like an FBI criminologist to see if what they said was right. Turns out, some were. How has it escaped me that my youngest looks like my wife? Or her sister’s smile is just like mine? The oldest two used to resemble us, but don’t so much anymore. I think that’s new, isn’t it? I see these people every day – how am I missing these details? What else am I neglecting to see?
Also strange was the number of times a picture including me was described as beautiful, gorgeous, or lovely. I’ve long given up on being beautiful, and I’m okay with it. I’d honestly rather be “rugged”, or “dashing” or something else that sounds equally outdoorsy and masculine. Okay, so I do know that I’m blessed to be standing between a beautiful wife and four equally beautiful daughters. A thorn among roses, as it were. The comments were for them and me by association. I get that. But do I miss even that sometimes? Like I said, I see them every day – the highlight reel and behind-the-scenes looks. Am I so dense as to miss such beauty God has put in my life?
But we all miss it sometimes, don’t we?
I had to snap this picture of the blood-red sky on the ride in to work a few weeks ago. Gorgeous, unique, stunning. But is the crystal blue sky I see every other day any less beautiful?
Finally, brethren, whatsoever things are true, whatsoever things are honest, whatsoever things are just, whatsoever things are pure, whatsoever things are lovely, whatsoever things are of good report; if there be any virtue, and if there be any praise, think on these things.
I enjoy the flow of the verse and maybe too often miss the instruction. Think… Think on these things. Don’t just let them happen around me. God has placed lovely things all around you and me. When all I can see is base, unjust, and ugly, I will choose to think on lovely things. Oh, and I’ll look at my girls more too!
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There is a special appreciation when we don’t recognize things every day. It’s nice to suddenly turn around and say and see the “wow” in it all 🙂 ….and make that 101 likes!
Exactly right! I can’t imagine what I miss when I’m stuck in the mundane.
So now youve been given a bit of a wake up call to the wonder that is your family. You already knew you were blessed. Now you SEE it. Lovely!!
Yup. But not just limited to family!
You’re a gorgeous bunch! 🙂
Aww thanks Jo. Fortunately, mama has strong genes.
I tend to focus on that verse as virtues for my mind to dwell on as in when I am annoyed with my husband, I try to focus on the great things about him instead of the annoying.
I understand that. Verses like that one can be used lots of ways.
I live in a small fishing town and want to thank you for following my blog. I am following you as well. BTW we say our town is a small drinking village with a fishing problem.
Haha. John, I really like that expression. Good luck on the lake!
So true..so true. It seems we are running off to buy weed killer without thought to “stop and smell the roses”. I thank you for the humility to put out there a shared and common plight. May you and yours be blessed ~
Thank you for the kind words and I like the weed killer analogy. Blessings.
Beautiful photo of your family Mark! 🙂
Thanks, I say I am surrounded by more beauty than one man should have.