Picturesque

It’s funny how we take pictures.

We all get posed and put on our best face.

We fluff our hair, adjust our clothing, get on our best side, lift up our chins to avoid the double chin, and turn to our perfect angle with a big cheesy smile. 

 

When I’ve noticed that candid shots of others seem to be my favorite.

They may not be posed, but they are perfectly placed.

They may not be happy, but they absolutely honest.

They may not be altered and adjusted, but they are all together lovely.

I’m reading this book right now called “Love Does” by Bob Goff and he makes a statement that has been ringing in my ears for a while, it goes something like,

“I used to want to fix people, but now I just want to be with them.”

I think that’s why I love candid pictures of people.

Because it’s the capturing of authentic moments, the capturing of a genuine smile, a smirk of mischief, a glimpse of love.

Family is kind of like that.

I think we want them to be perfect, but it wouldn’t be quite as interesting of a journey if they were.

God’s kind of like that, too.

He’s not asking for us to fake a smile to look perfect, He’s just asking us to join Him in His picture, and as we join His picture, He takes us and make’s us candidly beautiful.

We don’t have to fake a smile with God, better yet; He’d prefer us with our real tears of pain, anger, and every other emotion we have.

I think that’s why I like candid pictures, because they capture the very thing God did to me, captured me in my raw state.

p.s. Happy 28th Birthday, D'nae. I hope you like your candle.