.Photographic.Memory.

I would like to take some time to reflect on something I love.

Photography.

There is something about a photo that grabs me, tugs at the very strings of my heart. A blissful memory stamped on a clean white canvas. Each finely detailed line tells a story of how the photograph came to be.

So much beauty contained in such a simple thing.

That's where we stand as humans. We are images, finely detailed and tuned to please the eye, when really, behind each photo there is an ugly story of some sort.

We are photographs shot by the best photographer there is:

God.

We are images of the Almighty Lord.

Yet, we each have our own intricate story that no living human can explain. A story that only the photographer behind the camera knows and understands. Any good photographer cares and feels for their subject.

And just imagine, our Creator is the greatest photographer there is, and therefore cares for us beyond all measure.

It's quite comforting.

In the process of developing the photograph, a photographer will encounter blemishes and imperfections in the initial prints. The Lord knows that we are all in development, and therefore possess blemishes and imperfections. The best part is, we, the images of the Almighty, may communicate with Him and ask for guidance.

What photograph ever has the ability to physically talk to a photographer?

This presents us with a very encouraging thought.

We are photographs with blemishes that God will never stop working on. He wants us to be perfect, though in all reality, we all fall short.

Still, our Father, our Creator, our Lord will NEVER give up on us.

...He just loves us that much...