"Look up." This was a refrain that I constantly had to repeat on my trip. The human tendency to look at our eye level is sooo strong. I enjoyed that the mindset of the artists and architects of that time was to draw our attention off of our normal plane of reference, towards the sky and heavens, to guide our eyes to the wonder all around us. Granted, in Versailles that urge gets just a little baroque, but the every time I look at one of these upward looking photos I am reminded: Look up.
There is more to life than what stares us in the face. Last night I was outside on one of those crystal clear early fall nights, and with the author of Psalm 8 I was amazed: “When I look at your heavens, the work of your fingers, the moon and the stars, which you have set in place, what is man that you are mindful of him, and the son of man that you care for him?” Look up. “Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of lights with whom there is no variation or shadow due to change. Of his own will he brought us forth by the word of truth, that we should be a kind of firstfruits of his creatures.” Look up. Our Father is good and loving, just and kind. Look up, away from the waves that threaten to overwhelm, and fix your eyes on Him who will never leave nor forsake. Look up.