“Photography is an art of observation. It has little to do with the things you see and everything to do with the way you see them.” Elliott Erwitt
I was unaware that there are women out there who donate breast milk to mothers who want their babies to have breast milk, who are struggling to provide enough milk for their own babies. My daughter being one of them. Hillary found an angel woman who is providing over a hundred ounces a week, besides providing for her own baby. I am so touched by this service, as she does it for free, that I just had to make a little something as a thank you. I think I should call it, Love Is Sharing.
The Wall is the holiest place where Jews are permitted to pray, the holiest site in the Jewish faith, lies behind it.
Jews came here initially to lament the destruction of the temple by the Romans. Now, the wall is a place of prayer. Pieces of paper with prayers, written to God, are slipped between the cracks of the ancient stones.
The wall has a division line, not one for Jew and Gentile, not one for believers and nonbelievers, but of male and female. I don’t know how others feel about me being here. I wonder that for a moment. I feel like an outsider, but only briefly as I take my place next to the wall.
With my fingertips I touched the stones. I bow my head to pray. I pray for peace and love. I pray for those standing around me with their heads bowed in reverence. I wonder to myself, What is the desire of their hearts? What is weighing them down and what are they taking to the Lord?
Then I notice the folded slips of paper. What words are on those notes, those slips of paper that are tucked into the gaps of the wall. What prayers have been written, what pleadings have been penned?
In that moment I understand, I understand that sacred holy ground can be wherever we are. God hears my prayers and pleadings where ever my feet are. That is where I can find “my” God. Where ever we pause and petition God, to hear our prayers is a sacred holy place.
I was recently reminded of the tender story of the Savior healing the eyes of a man who was born blind.
In John 9: 6-7 we read that Jesus “spat on the ground, and made clay of the spittle, and he anointed the eyes of the blind man with the clay.
7. And said unto him, “Go, wash in the pool of Siloam, (which is by interpretation, Sent.) He went his way therefore, and washed, and came seeing.”
The blind man believed and was permitted to see. If he had doubted, he would still be blind. Having faith, he believed and did as he was directed.
The question to ponder upon…When have your eyes been opened by Jesus?
Hillary and Eric had known for weeks that their little baby would need heart surgery soon after birth, not sure that knowledge is super helpful, but I suppose that mentally you are better prepared.
Day 6 after birth he was in the hands of doctors and nurses that have been trained, guided and inspired to do the work they have been called to. It is simply amazing and a miracle that a tiny little heart can be repaired and healed.
This is round two for our whole family as Olivia had the same type of heart issues. That was also comforting and reassuring to us, as Olivia is strong, happy and healthy.