This year I have chosen the french word for light. (It sounds so much better in French.) This word holds so much potential. I need more light, illumination, in my life. I'm taking a class on the history of photography, which means basically to capture light. What an exciting concept. I remember about 4 years ago talking to some inmates at the prison in Gunnison about light. In a talk I entitled "A Light to the World".
I have always enjoyed taking pictures. I remember my first camera was when I was around 12 or so and it was a second hand point and shoot type film camera. I liked capturing the images of my friends. I like being able to see things differently through my lens. I like recording the memories, capturing the light. I got my first real camera last year and so I’ve been learning all the technical jargon. I understand some of it. The greek word for “photo” is light. Understanding how to capture light in a pleasing way has been a fun and meaningful journey for me.
A friend of mine shared an experience with light. She likes to do a bit of cleaning at night like mopping the floors and wiping down the counters, and other general tidy up type stuff. One night she went to bed thinking, "Yea, I did a pretty good job." In the morning when she got up, the sun was shining through the window onto her floors and counters. In this light she noticed that there were spots that she had missed. The morning light helped her see what she missed when she was working in the dark.
I think sometimes our lives can be like that as well. I don't always recognize in the moment that I'm working out of focus or in the dark. Then God steps in and shows me what I've missed. Ways to improve my time with my husband or children. Spots that would make me an even better individual, mother, wife, friend or daughter if they were cleaned up a bit. Most of the time it's as simple as turning on the light.
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