And sometimes even the Big Picture isn't reassuring.
It is in those times, that we have to look through the macro lens. In macro photography, small things are enlarged to show beautiful, colorful detail that might otherwise be missed.
For example, these red mums. The contrast of their scarlet color against the concrete with a little bit of moss patina. The curve of the stem with the budding dark green leaves. The delicacy of of the remains of a thin white spider web, trailing off the pedals, flowing in the wind.
But if you were here at my house, walking up to my front door, you would probably miss this beauty. You see, these mums are the remains of something I planted last year that failed to thrive in my flower bed this year.
You would notice the yellowed hosta, the pathetic lone daisy, the cracked concrete porch, and maybe your eye would catch the dying mum.
As my husband says, sometimes a close up looks better than real life.
Isn't that like life sometimes? We look around and notice all the things that are not going the way they should be going. All the angst that weighs us down. All the hard work and toiling that seemingly never ends. All the hopes that remain unfilled.
But if we stop and really look through the macro lens, what might we notice?
The smoothness of Levi's cheeks when he nuzzles my face.
The strength in the squeeze of Herb's arm around my waist.
The gratefulness I feel when I consider the faith my parents instilled in me at a young age that carries me through difficult times.
Beautiful colorful details are all around us. Oh, that I may stoop down and look a little closer.