The Eyes...

Yesterday, in the mail, I received my new digital camera. Now this is not just some rinky dink little pea shooter - this is a top of the line 10.2 megapixel Sony SLR. I've always wanted a good camera and felt like now was the time to splurge. I have been realizing that I am missing the opportunity to capture a really precious time in my boys' lives by not taking pictures of them as often as humanly possible. So, obviously when I pulled this new toy out of the box I was elated. I spent the afternoon charging up the battery and reading the manual to figure out how to work the thing. Finally, I the charger gave me the green light and it was time to take her for a spin. My wife is out of town this weekend directing a girls ministries campout, so I am home with my 3 year old, Pauley, all weekend. He was my first subject yesterday afternoon. Somehow, he has learned that when someone points a camera at him he is supposed to smile as big as he can and yell at the top of his lungs, "Cheese!!!" We had a blast for over an hour - me snapping dozens of photos and him yelling "Cheese!!!" every single time. We had a blast. The best of the photos are now on my Facebook page in my family photo album. Well now here I am a day later. All I have been able to do in the office today it seems is to stare at these photos of my son. They're magnificant - such clarity, color and detail. That moment of time is captured forever and is now a part of our family scrapbook. The pics have been e-mailed to grandparents and aunts and uncles in the flash of a computer screen. But, what draws me over and over again to each one is not the quality of my photographic skills, but it is the gift that God has given me in the picture of what I see when I look into the eyes of my son. I see a destiny...I see passion...I see hope... it's all rght there in the eyes of a three year old. He hasn't yet come face to face with a world that wants to beat him down with stress or an enemy who wants to trap him in the various bondages of sin. He's free! He just smiles and yells "Cheese!" That's all he knows and he's all the happier for it. Yesterday, the camera, my son and Jesus reminded me that there is a joy to be found in the journey. There is still that carefree spirit somewhere in my own heart and mind. Where has he gone? Certainly he is still there. It's time to rediscover it once again. What do people see when they look into your eyes? I pray it is that devine spark of passion that let's all know that there is a real and loving God and that He is working in your life.