One gorgeous fall day, I decided to take a nice picture of the boys out in the leaves and pine needles scattered around the yard. It wasn't really sunny at all, but I found out the hard way that all the punks have sensitive eyes like their dad. The gray sky just sort of diffused the sunlight so it was everywhere. There was NO way to shield their peepers or sit in the shade of a tree. It was just, well, bright.
This is quite literally, the best photo I got before giving up in frustration. I found myself angry. With them. And with myself. I think I was most upset that I actually had a good idea for homegrown photos of the boys, got them all in their new black autumn shirts, rounded them up, and actually - most importantly - went out to take them while the situation *seemed* ideal to me.
How often do we think the circumstances are perfect for our ideas and something goes "wrong" to our way of thinking? God sees everything that happens to us from an entirely different perspective. Something to think about.
"For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways," declares the LORD.