I've been so busy in my life for these past few months (as my hiatus from journaling shows) that I feel I'm always looking down - down at my keyboard, down at my checkbook, down at the mess of the house and the chores needing to be done. How often do I look up?
Not very often, I realize. Even when I take a walk, I find myself looking at my feet, anxious not to make a false step and stumble - instead of looking at the beauty all around me.
I found this picture my daughter took, while lying beneath one of the trees in our front yard. She was looking up - and I'm posting this as a reminder to myself. I want to be looking up more - looking up at the sky, at the fall leaves and colors, and at our Heavenly Father looking down at us. He may just be smiling at me, but I'll never know if I don't look up.