I was attending a
conference recently, and one speaker had a slide show playing in the background
that she called, “A photo collection
curated by my iPhone.” I can’t lie, I laughed a little inside.
Sure. We all have the
Instagram with poorly filtered pictures of our children ... I know I do.
Until the pictures
started flickering past my vision. And oh, there was art there to be curated.
{She is kind of amazing - http://www.the-lifeartist.com/}.
There is a holy
cry in the rocks and trees, in bird wings, and single leaves.
I have my own curated
collection, of spiderwebs and backyard cardinals, a few finger painting
toddlers, an eggplant. And each piece of His creation singing a song of heaven.
God in the moments that swarm us, that flicker past our windshields. God in the
birdbaths at the gas station. {http://wp.me/p2F4Gp-BI}.
Luke 19:38-40 repeats
this tr
uth
for us ... “As he was drawing near—already on
the way down the Mount of Olives—the whole multitude of his disciples began to
rejoice and praise God with a loud voice for all the mighty works that they had
seen, saying, “Blessed is the King who comes in the name of the Lord!
Peace in heaven and glory in the highest!” And some of the Pharisees in the
crowd said to him, “Teacher, rebuke your disciples.” He answered, “I tell you, if these were
silent, the very stones would cry out.”
uth
for us ... “As he was drawing near—already on
the way down the Mount of Olives—the whole multitude of his disciples began to
rejoice and praise God with a loud voice for all the mighty works that they had
seen, saying, “Blessed is the King who comes in the name of the Lord!
Peace in heaven and glory in the highest!” And some of the Pharisees in the
crowd said to him, “Teacher, rebuke your disciples.” He answered, “I tell you, if these were
silent, the very stones would cry out.”
At the sight of the
King of Heaven, the very stones would cry. I maintain they are singing yet, a
song of creation, a song of worship.
And in the mundane
moments of motherhood, of living, there is art to be found. God-whispers in the
trees.
And friends, I
think if trees could sing, this cacophony of color would be their Hallelujah
chorus .
Look up. {http://wp.me/p2F4Gp-aG}.
Look out your window. Sing with them.
~Molly Huggins {All
photos curated by my iPhone}.
Molly
Huggins (All The Grace Between - www.allthegracebetween.com) is an Army bride,
one-time helicopter pilot, compulsive writer, friend seeker, and lover of color
and all things textile. Her current occupation is ringmaster of the Huggins
family circus (party of five). She has a B.A. in English from Covenant College
and a passion for meeting other women right in the middle of their own messy
stories. Pull up a chair at her virtual beat-up kitchen table, listen to her
stories, and maybe even tell her yours. 
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