I could have stood in the book line, empty-handed and full-hearted, to say, like so many adoring readers, "I love your writing", when what I really wanted to say is "I love you". But that felt foolish, which maybe I am.
We live in a fallen world, not a fairy tale. The potential for great evil resides in every one of us. I am increasingly aware of this the older I get. Every chance we take carries a risk, the possibility of loss.
Obedience, sacrifice, confession, repentance these are deeply personal spiritual practices, best shared in a trusted community. Unfortunately these practices and postures of the heart can become yokes that people are pressured into bearing. But condemnation, fear of failure, inadequacy is not how the Spirit moves us into spiritual discipline.
Photographing my heart's joy and delight, it's what I do. But as my "delights" grow and move to independence, as they have experiences completely apart from me, in such healthy and beautiful ways, I guess I'll content myself with photographing the morning snow.