Have you ever heard the phrase “you can’t have too much of a good thing”? Well I have. Over. And over. And over. And over. And I used to believe it. In fact, I used to use that statement as my excuse to bombard myself with busyness. Every time I felt myself slipping a little,… Continue reading Too much of a good thing.
When all we are is mean…
It's been a while since I wrote last, and I hadn't planned on writing again for a week or so. I'm actually a thousand words into a 3500 word paper. But. I couldn't not write today. For those of you who don't know, when I have to crank out a large paper, I take to… Continue reading When all we are is mean…
I’m Perfecting Busyness
Perfect outfit. Perfect Pictures. Perfect home. Perfect life. Right? Well. Sometimes, right. As I'm writing this, I'm sitting in my living room surrounded by pillows on the floor, shoes scattered all over my entryway, dirty dishes waiting to be cleaned, dirty laundry piled up upstairs, and the remains of two graduate papers waiting on me.… Continue reading I’m Perfecting Busyness
Love thy unloving neighbor.
I’ve been thinking a lot about love lately. And not in the way most of you are probably thinking. We've all heard the phrase, "love thy neighbor" but I think we've fallen into the lie that the "neighbor" we are called to love is that sweet family with the white picket fence and perfectly manicured… Continue reading Love thy unloving neighbor.
Whirlpools & Swimming Upstream
Summer is finally here, or almost here for some. The weather is heating up, the sun is shining a little brighter. Everything is better about summer, right? Sometimes. Now that it’s summer, people will start swimming. I’ll probably swim some too. I used to swim in my grandparents pool since I was a baby. I… Continue reading Whirlpools & Swimming Upstream
Five Years Deep
“We’ll never know the deep, deep love of God” Those were some of the words that I sang at church this morning before heading back to Kentucky. Those were some of the words that I hummed to between sips of black cherry soda. Those were some of the words that I had 5.5 hours through… Continue reading Five Years Deep
The Space Between Mary and Martha.
Mary and Martha? I’m speaking from the story from Luke 10 which reads: "As Jesus and the disciples continued on their way to Jerusalem, they came to a certain village where a woman named Martha welcomed him into her home. Her sister, Mary, sat at the Lord’s feet, listening to what he taught. But Martha… Continue reading The Space Between Mary and Martha.
A slice of humble …
A slice of humble - brownie? Yes brownie. Not pie. Humble. This is such a tricky word sometimes. I try to be humble. But sometimes the line of what being humble becomes blurred with putting yourself down, or being too prideful. That’s right, I said it - too prideful. But how can this be? Aren’t… Continue reading A slice of humble …
Looks, lenses, and laughter
My life as a photographer has always felt like somewhat of a double standard. There, I said it. Those horrible words. I have made a career where my focal point is helping people to feel comfortable, beautiful/handsome, and confident in the body that God has designed for them. And I love it. I love that… Continue reading Looks, lenses, and laughter
Red; bold red.
Last week something strange happened. I was sitting in my living room Thursday working on a paper and I began to notice something was wrong. I felt a small patch of hives on my upper left cheek forming. But I figured If I let them be, they would go away. I continued working on my… Continue reading Red; bold red.