Meet my friends, Matt and Elizabeth and their two darling children who are home on furlough after serving in Honduras for two and a half years. My, how their children have grown in that time!
When skies are grey, I think of You.
Up there, sketching landscapes, etching horizons, doing what He does best as an artist; creating art and then showcasing it for all to see.
It’s in those quiet moments, when the wind hushes and the noise fades that I find worship to take over. Click. A moment of reverence captured.
It’s in those unpredictable moments of chaos, when suddenly I take my focus off the pending problem and take the time to notice the light as it hits the treeline just so, spilling golden sunlight all around. Click. Another moment, tucked away in my heart.
It may sound odd. You may not understand. (And that’s okay.) But this photo thing is so much bigger than me. I dreamed of being a photographer, yes. But I dreamed of doing a lot of things… And then, when a camera was left to me after the tragic death of my brother; it became a means of healing, of processing, of grieving. And then, slowly, of worship.
I don’t worship the camera, no. Or my own ability to take pictures, my goodness no!
I worship the one Who made it all.
The One who made heaven and earth.
The sea and all that is in them.
I worship Him for making so much beauty. So that even when there are a hundred things clamoring for my attention, I can focus on just one; blurring out the unnecessary.
Hushed, awed, quieted. I click.
But no, the sky is not only there; it’s ever-changing!
Ever changing me as I stare up into its vastness.
The One who made it is so much bigger than I am.
I am merely a speck of dust in comparison.
Yet, He cared enough about me, about all of us, to make this world beautiful. Because He knew that beauty, that nature would nourish us. And with bated breath, He waited, hoping to see that this beauty would draw us back and cause us to worship Him.
You could say that this photographic journey is my way of acknowledging gifts. Of whispering “thank you” to the Giver. Because this life is short and none of us are promised tomorrow. So while I have today, I’m going to be thankful. To click away on this earthly thanking machine.
And while I’m being thankful for light, for tiny heavenly packages, I’m also thankful for the family, the close friends that complete my life. They too, are a foretaste of the glorious wholeness we’ll experience in Heaven.
Daily, I’m reminded through them that worship is an act of sacrifice.
Of offering up our agenda, for His. Of sacrificing our plans, for His.
Because this life is about Him. Not me.
To the One who hand-picked the proceedings of my journey, I say, “thank you.” Not because I understand it all. Oh my, no. But because I’m starting to see that, “In this process of being worshipped, God communicates His presence to men.” C.S. Lewis
I’m learning to live in His presence, to worship Him.
To bow my heart, to open my eyes to see all that He would have me see.
The story of their love: Our families attended the same church in our early teen years and I knew some of his siblings, but somehow we never connected… I had my circle of friends & he had his. My family & I moved when I was sixteen, but my parents would return to the state he lived in because of family & business. One time I made the trip with them to be with my old friends and that Saturday night Lawrence & I ended up on the same laser tag team. We hung out and kept in touch even though he liked another girl and I was in a relationship with someone else.
He was trustworthy, very kind (not to mention easy on the eyes) and supportive through the hard times in my life.
Our other relationships didn’t work out and as time moved on we became best friends, calling each other to stay in touch.
We admitted that we loved each other deeply, had a long distance relationship for 1.5 years and decided we couldn’t live without each other. He’s the yin to my yang and we are looking forward to a marriage of completeness.”
Their love story:
“I’m from Georgia, and he from Indiana. We met in February of 2011 when we both attended a Bible Institute in Indiana for six weeks. After that, we kept in touch. The fall of 2011, I headed off to a term of service in Arkansas for fifteen months. Our communication became less frequent, as my schedule filled up.
In February of the following year, a friend and I went to Indiana to visit the Bible Institute and we met up again. After that visit, it became quite clear that the feelings for each other were strong and mutual. At that time, God led us to have no communication for six months. It was hard at times, but God was good. We knew that the outcome of our story was in God’s hands. It was a time of growing. We trusted that God would write the story He intended!
Once the six months were up, he called and we had a lovely chat. A couple months later, he called my dad and asked for permission to date me! My Dad decided not to give him an answer until they could meet and talk. So, my Dad and Marc met for lunch. In that time, my dad gave the blessing and permission!
Because of my varying, busy schedule in Arkansas, we decided not to have our first date until the end of the year. Three weeks after our first date, I said good-bye to the place I’d been volunteering in Arkansas and traveled with Marc back to Indiana to meet his family for the first time!
We were back and forth, visiting each other. Then in March of 2013, I knew the “question” was coming but I just didn’t know exactly when. In May, I traveled up to see him for the weekend. We went to look at a house together. As we were touring the house, we got to the last room and as I walked in, I saw writing on the mirror. First, there was my name and then, the question! I didn’t know what to say at first, I just stood there and stared at it. I thought to myself, “this is actually me… wow!” Of course, he was patiently waiting for my answer and I gladly said, “YES!”
It’s not every day that you get to welcome your new niece into the world, only minutes after she made her much-anticipated arrival. These sacred moments were worth some serious documentation.