Grace Unearthed

A lone seagull… doing what he does best. Being himself. He looks perfect in the sun kissed morning light. A beautiful asset to the landscape. But I breifly remember seagulls at the Devonport Lighthouse in Tasmania. They fought passionately over tossed out fish and chips. Their ‘bad behaviour’ was laughable, but I don’t think anything less of them. When I look at this picture… I choose not to dwell the worse I’ve seen in a seagull…. I simply see it for the asset it is to the seascape. Still beautiful. And so are you. That’s grace unearthed.

The humble Nasturtium grows like wild fire in the right place. It’s a rowdy flower, that makes no apology for busting out in gaudy colours that remind me of mum’s wallpaper pickings in the 70′s. This picture depicts their nature… a beautiful rambler.

Some people are like the Nasturtium. Rowdy, colourful, rambling and real. They can be mistaken as uncouth and weedy, when in reality they dress life more profoundly that a neat bed of thorny roses. I love people who are like the Nasturtium. They make the world around them unique and ‘orange’.

My little boy was very affectionate as he held my face and said “This is the order I love people. First you, then daddy, then my sister” I smiled, and he continued “But I love God before you mummy”. I must have looked surprised because he added this reassurance, “But don’t worry mummy, cause God loves you more than I love you.”