08/23/2026
It’s been a while since I picked up my camera simply to notice.
This morning, a Kentucky sunrise stopped me. The fields were covered in dew, morning fog hung low over the trees, and the first light slowly found its way through.
So I got down into the field and started noticing the little things—the light catching the edge of a leaf, a single drop of dew, the quiet of the fog before the morning fully began.
And somewhere in all of that, I was reminded that beauty has continued showing up every morning, whether I’ve felt ready to notice it or not.
Maybe that’s part of grace.
God doesn’t wait for us to have everything figured out. His mercies meet us right where we are, new every morning.
“His mercies are new every morning; great is your faithfulness.”
— Lamentations 3:23
This morning, I was ready to notice again. 🤍
Grace in Focus
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