282/366 - all that remains: crawdad
Even with the sun shining the mornings have turned cold, so we've moved our daily walks to after lunch. Today it was so gorgeous, with the sun making the just-yellow leaves glow and the bird sounds and the smell of the horses - a good, clean, earthy smell - from the fields alongside the path.
We stop on the bridge and take a picture of the creek once a week so we can record the seasons changing. Today there was just this little arm on the bridge railing - what is left of some bird's breakfast, I'd guess. I love how this photo came out, with the perspective all shifted so that you can't tell if that's sky you're looking up at or water below. (It's water.)
Just a few more yards down the path was this bird's wing. I've passed it by for a couple of weeks now but today it seemed like we had a theme going, so I stopped to take a picture. It was a big bird, whatever it was, and I rack my brain trying to think of what it could be. Those two purple-blue feathers confuse me. A gull? Some bird of prey? I imagine some day I'll be looking through a field guide or see a flash of blue overhead and I'll think, "Aha!" I don't like the thought of something that must have been very lovely going unremembered and unknown forever.
Do you ever think about how much delight the creatures of this world must give God? I think of Him looking down at all these shapes and patterns and colors and beauty and how it must please Him to see them going about their business, just as He planned for them to do. Sometimes when I finish a sewing project or a piece of art, I will just get it out and look at it and enjoy it. How much more God must feel that way since everything He does is perfect and good.
In my reading this week, Dallas Willard said,
"Until our thoughts of God have found every visible thing and event glorious with his presence, the word of Jesus has not yet fully seized us...
We should, to begin with, think that God leads a very interesting life, and that he is full of joy. Undoubtedly he is the most joyous being in the universe. The abundance of his love and generosity is inseperable from his infinite joy. All of the good and beautiful things from which we occasionally drink tiny droplets of soul-exhilarating joy, God continuously experiences in all their breadth and depth and richness."
Just think of that...when the word of Jesus seizes us we will reflect the abundant joy of God Himself. People don't often think of Christians as joyful, but it would be fun to change that, wouldn't it?
Well, that was quite a ramble from the crawdad's arm and the bird's wing to the joy of God, but it made sense in my brain as it unfolded here. I thought this week I'd just sit down and write unedited and see what happened. I hope you don't mind. :)
Dinner tonight is a Cuban black bean stew with yams. I haven't cooked beans for several months, since we started eating paleo. I'm kind of excited. I'm kind of silly like that.
much love friends.