The summer days were long and lonely. Nearly, 800 miles from home (four ferry boat rides and in Canadian Waters), and away from my family while on a short-term mission, I started to hear the voice of God. With my digital camera in hand, standing on a remote, first-nation island near Point Jameson- I heard the still voice. It was strong but not deafening. It was loud but not audible. It was comforting but what I was asked to do - odd. "See that group of trees? Take a picture - I will show you my Son."
I was tired and was asking God to show me a sign that He was taking care of my family- back home. How I missed them. I missed the familiar summer morning gatherings around coffee and tea, tv and magazines, newspaper and shopping lists. I missed the joy of seeing the most beautiful 'wife in the morning.' She wakes up- looking like a satin dress- the kind that makes you want to touch it because light and dark hues are in constant motion and swirl your perspective until you touch it and find the true depth of reflection. Mesmerizing.
I snapped the shot just as the next boats were arriving to unload their passengers and gear. I set the camera back in the bag and marched to the sloped beach at low tide. The next two days were filled with the freshest sea food (shrimp: like candy, seaweed, salmon, crab). When we all got back to the Klemtu, I recharged the battery on the camera and started to connect the camera to the TV- to edit through my shots. It was at this point that I remembered the trees. Quickly, I scrolled to the photo and saw nothing. I went into zoom mode and fell back in disbelief.
Can you see the face? I don't know exactly what to think of this- but I still recall the sound of the voice every time I see His face. Remember.
