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…

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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.

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

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

Self-esteem, self-worth, and the ‘selfie’

There was a time in high school when I had very little of the aforementioned topics. I did a very good job at disguising it (or so I thought) but my self-esteem and self-worth were very low, and I wasn't ever fond of my picture. When I was in eighth grade, I moved across town… Continue reading Self-esteem, self-worth, and the ‘selfie’