I brought this big fella out of storage and into the nook where I do yoga a little bit ago. It's a shitty mat job (I did it myself years ago without the proper equipment - it's sad) but I love him. I called him 'the bone daddy' after Jack Skellington form The Nightmare Before… Continue reading beautiful things.
I wrote this piece in May 2016, but never got around to publishing it. Which sucks because I spent a lot of time considering this topic. So here I am, a year and a half later, not even really a wedding photographer (semi-retired), and ready to publish. Figures. Oh, well. It's a long one, though,… Continue reading I’m a Christian, and a photographer, and would absolutely photograph a same-sex wedding.
Guys, I'm messed up and I think Girl Scouts played a decent role in the messing. I don't know what it's like today, but we had this motto or way of doing things when I was a scout as a kid. We never left a place the way we found it; it was always better… Continue reading Girl Scouts messed me up.
I stopped my cousin mid-sentence yesterday because she said something that totally took me back. She was telling me about her plans for next week, and she said she'd be doing something on the first of September. And that the first of September is next Friday. I interrupted her to ask "how are we already… Continue reading life is short, but you can’t rush healing.
To all who mourn in Israel, he will give a crown of beauty for ashes, a joyous blessing instead of mourning, festive praise instead of despair. In their righteousness, they will be like great oaks that the LORD has planted for his own glory. (Isaiah 61:3 NLT) I love tree pose and I love trees.… Continue reading beauty for ashes, when we’ve totally crashed and burned.
I've found that writing in the moment of a thought or a feeling has done me much better as of late than sitting on something to write about and work through later. So right now, I'm writing from the passenger seat of our family van on the way home from vacation. We're in the rainy… Continue reading tell me your story again.
The last few days have been a roller coaster of emotions for me. On my way to Jesus at the Core last Friday, I took a confusing punch to the gut that felt like the beginning of the death of a dream the the Lord had given me. This wasn't a dream I had asked… Continue reading even when it’s not, it is well.
I don’t know why necessarily, maybe it’s because of my hardly sensitive way of talking or preaching or evangelizing, but I get called Joyce Meyer a lot. It doesn’t bother me, so don’t misunderstand this post. The woman is wise and anointed and a little bit hilarious from time to time. I don’t take offense… Continue reading I don’t want to be Joyce Meyer.
A few weeks ago, I attended a worship night that my fiancé’s band, 300 Strong, was asked to lead. I didn’t know much about the reasons it was called together, but during the service, the pastor of the church stated that it was because of the rising number of teen and pastoral suicides that he’d… Continue reading desperately wanting.