Anyways, today I read a few verses out of Luke chapter 2 where the shepherds had come to see then new baby Jesus (I remind myself of "Ricky Bobby" from Talladega Nights when I say the words baby Jesus out loud.) and then they went out to tell everyone about Him before returning and praising God for everything they had "heard and seen." (See Luke 2:17-20 if you want to read it.)
There was one thing that jumped out at me in the middle of these few verses.
Mary treasured up all these things and pondered them in her heart.
With all the things going on, Mary just quietly treasured it all and reflected on these things in her heart.
That made me think of why I take pictures. Lots of them.
First of all, I love it. There is something about capturing the moment and not realizing that it was the moment until I get to go back and ponder and reflect on it.
It is how I like to remember things. Words, yes; but images too.
Taking pictures is my way of freezing a moment (my superpower) in time that I never want to forget so I can pull it out later and remind myself. Of all the things. Not just the fancy things. The posed for pictures. But the random moments that make up each day.
I wonder if Mary knew in those first moments that she would have to give her baby up to the world.
If she later went back to those moments she tucked away in her heart for comfort.
I know it's different, but I'm pretty sure I am already getting pretty sentimental about sending my babies out in to the world.
I'm glad for the moments I took time to treasure up.
How do you take time in your busy life to reflect and treasure up? Do you take pictures? Journal?