The place where all beauty comes from…

“The sweetest thing in all my life has been the longing…to find the place where all the beauty came from” ~ C.S. Lewis

In the beginning, God created the heavens and the earth.

And God saw everything that he had made, and behold, it was very good.

I think of Genesis as I wander about Pollywog Creek these stifling, humid mornings of summer.

The air is heavy, and I’m weighed down by sweat-drenched clothes and dew-soaked sneakers, and I swat at skeeters that nibble my ankles and sometimes question my sanity as I tip-toe ’round the pond.

Crazy lady with her camera. Whatever does she see out there in the wet grass and tangle of vines along the creek?

But truthfully, I can’t resist. God sprinkled beauty in unlikely places – in mud and grass and on rocks and cypress knees – and I don’t want to miss a thing.
It’s in the way dangling moss sparkles in the early morning light, and bullfrogs skip across the surface of the pond, and dragonflies with their gossamer wings poise along the barb-wire fence.
It’s in mockingbird serenades, and woodpecker fledglings, and perky dandelions dotting the fields.
And I wonder why we call them weeds when God called them good.

4 Responses to “The place where all beauty comes from…”

  1. I love that, Patricia.

  2. Visiting with you via Cathy. Such a beautiful, inspiring post. Blessings to you this day.

  3. gorgeous Patricia! Your photography always inspires me!

  4. Thank you, Cathy, Mildred and Amydeanne. Blessings!

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