The Hands of God

This picture does something to my heart.  I couldn't quite explain to you what it was, she's all dressed up for Easter day wearing a flower on her head. 
She appears to be looking up, looking towards the person taking the picture.
Or, could it be as she looks up to see the hand of the Master photographer?
Could it be that His love brings her close to tears, her helplessness, His strength?
And was it at this moment, when the photographer clicked, that something in her heart, moved as it did in mine?
and she understood she was in the hand of God?