My life has been overwhelmed by the Lord’s goodness. This goodness has created palpable moments imprinted in my mind’s eye–the beauty of His earth, sweet friends, new life, and manifestations of answered prayers (and a wondrous camera to capture them!). Lewis’ words from Letters to Malcolm seem fitting:
I dare not omit, though it may be mocked and misunderstood, the extreme example. The strangest discovery of a widower’s life is the possibility, sometimes, of recalling detailed and uninhibited imagination, with tenderness and gratitude, a passage of carnal love, yet with no re-awakening of concupiscence. And when it occurs (it must not be sought) awe comes upon us. It is like seeing nature itself rising from its grave. What was sown in momentariness is raised in still permanence. What was sown as a becoming, rises as being. Sown in subjectivity, it rises in objectivity. The transitory secret of two is now a chord in the ultimate music.
The Weekend Design 