Just look down.

I try not to blog about boring things. Or boring pictures. But I'm breaking my rule today. These are my boring thoughts and boring pictures. 

This is me. 

I went for a walk today. It was cold.

I made up a game for myself: find something to blog about. 

But I couldn't. I couldn't find anything. Mostly because the sidewalks were so treacherous that I couldn't lift my eyes up long enough to see anything worth taking a picture of. 

And then I stopped. ('Cause there was something in my way.)

Why do I always try to see something new? Why do I always try and look around for something I haven't seen before? 

What if I'm supposed to just look down?

Isn't it that way in life?

Why do I always try and see what's next? Why do I always want to know what God has for me tomorrow?

Can't I just look down? Look down where He's planted my feet?

I was rebuked. 

Proverbs 16:9

The mind of man plans his way, but the LORD directs his steps.

Giving thanks

Snow is here. And until this morning, I hadn't wandered out with my camera. 

I haven't had time.

So I wandered.

With my bare feet in boots, my pajama pants and mittens.

And I worshiped.

What beauty.

Happy Thanksgiving!

Revelation 7:12

"Blessing and glory and wisdom and thanksgiving and honor and power and might, be to our God forever and ever. Amen!" (Woot!)

My life in a photo.

This is my life.

Hope. School. Grief. Jesus. Work. Joy. Chemo. Jesus. Homework. Birthday. Peace. Photoshoots. Stress. Jesus. Missing my poor neglected instruments. Jesus. Tears. Hospitals. Trusting. Sleep. Jesus. Hope.

This is my life.

Do you know the One who upholds me? 

Psalm 37:24

Though he stumble, he will NOT fall, for the Lord upholds him with His hand.

Jesus.

"I give them eternal life, and they shall never perish; neither shall anyone snatch them out of My hand. My Father, who has given them to Me, is greater than all; and no one is able to snatch them out of My Father's hand." - John 10:28-29

All things wet and wonderful

 I love rain.

 (Note about image below: This is my camera's image. I had nothing to do with it. I set it on the ground and pressed the shutter. Not bad for a camera, eh?)

The rain stopped before I could get some authentic raindrops. So I made my own.

Drip drip.

I went in search of natural drips. This is a natural drip.

This is not a drip - this is a spider web. And very artsy looking. My God is sooooo artsy. Can't you see the beauty?

This is a natural drip too. Even though I hate tomatoes.

Jesus is the best artist.

There's something about black and white rainy images that makes me sad. And discouraged.

But I'm so thankful, that in spite of life's drips....

I can have hope.

(Doesn't this picture just have hope written all over it?)

How much more am I?

I forced myself to photograph flowers last night.

I don't do it very often anymore. People are much more interesting. 

Flowers don't talk to you.

You have to make each photo interesting, unique, and different then the last.

Sometimes, God hands me a gift. To learn from. Like this butterfly. 

God taught me about the beauty of life last night.

If this butterfly is created with intricate detail, how much more am I?

If this butterfly can't so much as beat it's wings without Him knowing, how much more am I heard?

How much more am I?


Psalm 104:31-34
May the glory of the Lord endure forever;
may the Lord rejoice in his works,
who looks on the earth and it trembles,
who touches the mountains and they smoke!
I will sing to the Lord as long as I live;
I will sing praise to my God while I have being.
May my meditation be pleasing to him,
for I rejoice in the Lord.