We were all dressed up, the lot of us.
Ribbons and lace and fabric swirling to tinkling bells.
We were on a hunt. For laughter. For the invisible.
Daughter and daughters of daughter, feet scampering, chasing.
Oh, yes, we found houses, diminutive.
Giggles erupted as teensy ladders were spied. Swinging bridge. Cottage no larger than a hand.
where were the fairies? Were they real or just-pretend?”, I was asked
again. “Well, I’ve only seen them in pictures...”, I replied.
We continued our search, me, full of the delight, snapping photos.
Capturing moments to savor.
They discovered, fishies and fairy haunts, waterfalls and a feast for the invisible.
Nearing the end of our hunt, the clamor to really see them, erupted.
I gladly displayed, the moments captured. Pictures of my own little fairies. This was the proof needed!
Later I overheard them boldly state, “There really are fairies! We saw them!!”
After the giggles went home, it occurred to me.
Aren’t we all on a hunt? For the invisible? The elusive?
There is proof all around us, if only we will open our eyes to see.
since the creation of the world, God’s invisible qualities- His eternal
power and divine nature- have been clearly seen, being understood from
what has been made, so that men are without excuse.” Romans 1:20
It’s a matter of slowing, capturing the moments. With eyes. With heart.
Then, too, we can boldly state, “There really is a God! We saw Him!!”
And the hunt is complete.