The best thing about the new and modern compared to not that many years ago is the cell phone camera and the picture album I have on my iPad with the “cloud,” saving billions of pictures if I like. Occasionally, for no apparent reason, I start going through my pictures as I did tonight. I have pictures of our kids as young adults, some of their wedding pictures, pictures of baby grandkids, bicycle trips, parties, fishing trips, hunting trips, vacations, selfies, and just crazy pictures of whatever.

As I scanned through them, I became aware of how much I have experienced and lived through and how old I must be to have experienced all of that. Interestingly, the oldest date I can find on any pictures is 2008. I am only looking at 15 years, and it still seems like a long time ago. When I look at those pictures I get a distinct impression that my life has not been a meandering journey with no plan or direction, but that God has been very much involved in my life from the beginning, and that He must love me very much.

Psalms 139:13-15 For You formed my inward parts; You wove me in my mother’s womb. . .My frame was not hidden from You, when I was made in secret, and skillfully wrought in the depths of the earth;
Your eyes have seen my unformed substance; and in Your book were all written the days that were ordained for me, when as yet there was not one of them.