I once saw a picture of myself probably taken by my mother.  My father was pushing my little brother in a stroller and I was standing next to him in a fascinating blue fur coat.  I can tell you with no irony whatsoever I would wear that coat today if it were in my size.  I knew that when the picture was taken God was still a remote abstraction to me, it would still be several years before I knew I could draw close to Him, that He is Real.

I asked Him why it took so long?  He said, you believed in me then, you were safe then, it is just better to know that I love you, to feel it.

And for the first time I could see the little girl in the coat, in the gate, in the picture, in the camera’s lense and her mother’s gaze, the way God had that day–deeply loved.

Every picture He takes of us with His infinity eye is a picture of love.  If you don’t know anything else, know that.  If you don’t see anything else in the picture, see the God who loves you.