Month: September, 2011
Yesterday, water fell from the sky. It did.
When I saw the water falling right out of the sky, I determined as I stepped outside that I would feel it. I held my hand out and a water droplet landed on it. Pressing my fingers together around the droplet, I felt Him. He made water fall from glorious looking clouds yesterday.
Those droplets that He sent fed flowers and coyotes. Droplets ran down the river to make the ocean even more full of water. His droplets soothed the weary soul listening to the music He made as they hit the earth. His droplets provided tears that my family cried this week.
Yes, the water He sent yesterday is His. Just as the ocean is His and the coyote is His and our children are His. And He provides and sustains us in so many ways. He provides water to sustain us! Just as He provides the salt the ocean needs to sustain the life under the sea. And yes, He has been gracious enough to sustain us with things that are not as easy to see Him through. Did human hands make medicine that often sustains? Or did God create scientists with the abilities to finally begin to understand some of the laws of nature that He created in order that medicine would be one day available? Oh, yes, He did it. He is full of grace like that.
He provided droplets of medicine yesterday for J that made Him clearly seen. Yes, He did.
She’s getting braces put on her teeth very shortly.
She’s being brave about it but keeps exclaiming that we should go out of town for Halloween. “I won’t be able to eat any candy!!”
It’s going to take mad bravery for her to make it through without candy. Seriously mad.
I remember the day these photographs were taken. It was the first week of January and a very young Mak wanted to go to the gym to work on her volleyball skills. Miss Liv was so bored. Can you see it on her face?
Liv: “Mama, who created school?”
Me: “I’m not sure honey, why?”
Liv: “Well who in the world would do that to a kid?”
Yesterday I took Mak and her friends out for some fun photographs. They were on their way to a night of worship together and I thought it would be fun to throw a photoshoot in there. Before we left, I explained to Liv that we were going to shoot the big girls today and that she’d have a chance to get some taken another day. She was just fine with that and she hopped in the car.
We shot these of the girls together:
Lulu just couldn’t stand it. She kept busy looking for caterpillars for a bit but when push came to shove, she really, really needed to be in the photographs!
Now, when you visit this blog and you see the girls looking all cute……….know that we plan pretty clothes and hair. Yesterday, Miss Lu wasn’t going to be in the photographs. Therefore, Miss Lulu wore this. This is how she dresses at home. And I don’t fight it. I just sit back and let it happen. Some intervention is necessary for school but I try to stay as far away from directing her spirited clothing choices as possible.
This morning, you woke slowly. Sometimes its hard to rouse you from slumber. This morning you dragged out of bed and stood in the hallway. I brought you to me in a good morning hug. I whispered in your ear “do you want to rock for a bit?” You are getting so big that I can barely hold you in the rocking chair anymore. But I did this morning. You looked up like a little baby chick as I was rocking you and said “mama, will you sing to me? amazing grace?” Sweet heavens, little one, this simple request inspired me yet again to pour everything I have into being a good mama.
I love you my everyday cowgirl.
He is clearly seen. A project undertaken; resulting from awe-inspiring sights in this world. From God-glory sightings. They’re everywhere.
Little legs that move as the brain instructs. Small, delicate fingers holding ballerina dresses. Twinkling notes released from the belly of the piano, timed just so. Mamas with breath trapped in the lungs, hoping baby remembers the steps. Glossy smiles under stage lights.
He is clearly seen.
I’ve been looking forward to these sessions since April. For so many reasons. I adore these families, I love the fair ending the summer and, well I knew the photographs would make me all kinds of happy. They do.
Hall and Anthony families: Thank you from my heart for spending time with me and my family last night at the fair. Thank you for letting me document your rock-solid-we-love-Jesus-families. Do you know that you gave me a gift? Really, you did. You let me see the hope through my lens. Hope in a broken world. I look for it. And I saw Him reflected in you, your children, your marriages. Oh, what a gift you gave me. Thank you. I want to say thank you especially to the men you married. Us ladies love the photo thing………..and our darling children really do too, however, often times the men don’t really dig it and fight it. Your guys, though, your guys are tender hearted. I don’t know them well but my heart tells me that they love you deeply and that they appreciate the fact that you want to document your lives together. And to this lady-always-looking-for-good, that’s pure light. Pure, I tell you.
Please know that I sincerely enjoy your families. I’m looking in your eyes now: you are special.
The light. The photographer talks an awful lot about the light. Always searching and always filled when it’s found.
It occurred to me just moments ago that I long for the Light. I see Him in it. When it’s sparkling over a bowl of fresh picked cherries or in the little one’s golden hair. He’s there. I see Him. He is the Light. The Light of the World. The Light washes over our skin, warming us and ensuring that we feel.
He was driving yesterday and as I sat next to him I began taking photographs of his hand on his leg. He smiled “are you taking a picture of my hand?” I was. I saw the light on it. And I love his hands. They are strong. They work hard. They touch tenderly. And the light was there on them. And I needed to capture it.
I see Him in a million things throughout the day but never more than when the light He made spills over onto this earth.