My Little Would-Be Virtuoso
(Cross-posted from Facebook as part of my Photo-a-Day Series)
There are a thousand words that could go into this picture. What do I want to remember most about the events surrounding this unplanned shot?
The stress-snacking on Sun Chips on the way to the lesson? Not so much, though it’s true that fitting in violin lessons is hugely stressful. (It’s a “getting my 6-year-old out the door” kind of thing.) I do want to remember to the elderly black man who came whirring up in his motorized wheel chair. He grinned at Anthony and enthused, “I’ll be seeing you on TV one day!”
(We were walking along the sidewalk when he said this, so really, he was just being kind. But oh, such kindness and such a great face. I wanted a picture of HIM but didn’t dare ask.)
Gratitude, too, for Anthony’s uninhibited willingness to let his mama take this shot. My 13-year-old wanted no part of the photo session, despite my pleading “But…the light!” It was a beautiful time of day—the “Golden Hour”, as they say—where the late-afternoon shadows make for a more interesting picture.
Ah well. In the end, it’s all good because God is good.
He is the Vine in the picture above and I am His crinkly, crackly, ever-yearning branch.
He comes unbidden but welcome on the most stressful of days, in the smile of a black man and in the golden beauty of a spring afternoon.
In the end it’s all good because God is so good.