Behind the Lens

A picture shows what the composer chooses. Evening light streaming through dining room windows on a quiet kitchen. Children, happy at their play. A picturesque slice of cake and a cup of coffee curling steam.

It tells the story that is framed. You as the observer can not see behind the lens or know the mental noise in the photographers mind even as he shoots the serene scene. 

Unmade beds in the next room, the same evening light falling wearily on them, remains unseen.

Family turmoil just after the perfect photo shoot goes uncaptured.

Mental worry and stress of the coffee drinker is not recorded.

You only see the picture, framed for display. You only see the beauty, for the real is edited. 

My desire is to stop seeking to arrive. To arrive at a beautifully, clean home. To arrive at finally finishing everything. To arrive at a leisure life with peaceful coffee. To arrive where there is no struggle to trust Him who gives the hard.

Rather, I wish to seek to live. To do the work. To love the people. To give of myself. 

Exhaustingly.

Wildly.

Joyfully.

So that I, in the compositions of my life's "pictures" can know that behind the lens, as well as in front, all is well. I am still in my soul. I know Him. I am working for Him. And that is enough.