Three photos. The pauses between the pictures mirrors the slow motion of the separate moments. Just the sweet hands of life looking to see if you are looking. Young and old cuddled in the timeless moment of simply noticing.

I have no doubt there is a part of me, that like most people who take pictures, would love to capture those incredible photos you see in magazines. But if I can continue to be present enough to notice these three simple moments, my heart will sigh a deep ‘sweet mercy.’  Then, to carry that ‘sweet mercy’ as I look upon all of life. Whispered grace indeed.