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For the last four years I’ve been a full-time photographer…those are words I never thought I would say.
I get asked a lot how I got started, and honestly–I feel like that’s the best question to ask someone–Why did you start doing what you’re doing?
Photography for me has been this crazy journey. I wish I could say that it was my life-long dream to do this profession, or I was truly moved by some famous photo…
In a few short weeks I will rejoin the ranks of America’s workforce. I’ve spent the better part of the last two and a half years serving as a missionary with my husband in the postage stamp sized country of Malawi, in Southern Africa.
This fall we took a quick little jaunt over to the Philippines, only to come up to a “do not enter” sign from God, which found us unexpectedly back “home” in the US.
I’ve officially lived in three…
Moving to a big city has recently led me to contemplate social boundaries and their effects on connection.
There are moments I wish they were more clearly established: like on the train, when I’m sitting between a man whose hands and face are covered in cheesy Pringles as he licks the powder out of the tube (gag!) and a woman who is coughing up a lung and spitting it into a napkin (seriously, help!). But most times, I find myself…
When I was first asked to write for this blog, I immediately felt excitement, coupled with a twinge of apprehension.
I felt excited, because I absolutely love writing, especially when I know it isn’t going to be graded. (Wait… this isn’t going to be graded, is it?) And I felt apprehensive, because, aside from grad school papers, I pretty much stick strictly to humor-infused memoirs with somewhat of an “I-say-what-I-want-and-I-won’t-care-what-you-think” flair to them.
But the truth is, I do care what…
I was revisited today by an illustration I heard years ago about a ship and a train.
My pastor was sharing about living by faith, and illustrated his thought by contrasting the experience of traveling somewhere on a ship versus on a train.
As most of us have discovered, when you’re on a train the feeling underneath your feet is very certain, secure, predictable, and reassuring. You can sense that you are clearly moving forward in the direction you are intending to go. There is no back…
Let’s just let that word hang in the air for a moment.
I’m sure this word brings up different feelings and thoughts for each of us. We have all had different experiences with it, good and bad I’m sure.
There is nothing like moving to a new place with new people, new job, new church…ok, just new everything, that challenges you in the department of vulnerability.
Even with all my education in Psychology and counseling I had never made a huge distinction between transparency…