I was watching my kids looking out the window off the back of the couch and couldn't help but notice how the light gently touched their sweet faces. I wanted to take a picture of each one. I love window light and I am always watching where the light is coming from, the intensity, and how it affects my subject. It is so much a part of what I do, I don't even know I'm doing it and all the time, not just when I'm shooting.
Similarly, I thought of our Savior. How he is the light of the world. How I always know where his light is coming from and the intensity is always the same. It is just up to me on how much I allow it to affect me. I have much to work on, but I am grateful to know that I have a Savior to be my light.
I rarely spew spirituality on my blog, but couldn't help but sit and write what came to mind.