Beacon in the Night

Normally I don't post twice in a day, but today the paradox of life struck me so, that I feel compelled to do so.

After waking up to another glorious day, I remember that grace is all around me. I have a camera in my purse just for that reason. The full moon was extraordinary and really captured my attention this month. However, I had a tough time catching the moon. It can be so illusive.... This was my best shot. Evidently it is 50,000 miles closer to the Earth right now, making it appear to be a Harvest Moon. In fact, it is called the Wolf Moon. And while I could not do it justice, what remains are the moments that I actually lived while trying to catch the moon. One was Friday night as I was leaving work. I came out and the moon called to me. I stared in awe. Immediately I reached for my camera. These pictures turned out the best. The next night my husband and I went for a walk in the neighborhood hills of a quaint town. The moon made its face at us and once again we felt like lovers.

Just one week earlier and Friday night seemed magical and this Friday night seemed maddening. Hence the need for a journal. What a great reminder that everything passes. Glory will appear and will wane just like the moon. I am assured that while the moon is disappearing, it will reappear once again. For me reading blogs that are affirm life feels like the full moon rising. For this I am grateful.