This restful view was captured by my son 
I can’t tell if the lake is large or small, but he has many photos of it. This is one of the most intimate.
I always treasure the fact that my son sees things the rest of us miss and values them. In the last few posts I’ve made for his blog I see quite of few of these unremarkable yet beautiful scenes.
One time a teacher told me:
“I thought Caleb was not listening to me, but today he asked one of the best questions I’ve ever gotten from a student. Unfortunately, this was from a topic we covered three weeks ago so I couldn’t answer him.”
I should have taken him out of school and done home-schooling after that remark, but I did not even know that was a thing. Now I realize how much frustration he felt by being differently minded than other people.
Another teacher once told me to tell my son to stop caring about what the other kids needed. He was tying their shoes for them and helping with their jackets, and he needed to stop. I’m sure I did not pass on the message.
Did he ever get the answer to his question? I guess, probably not.
My text today is inspired by my son’s photo that he took while on a pilgrimage with his church youth group.
