JESUS – WRITING – PHOTOGRAPHY
If you had only one word, who would you say you are? Daughter? Wife? Husband? Father? Mother? Son? Friend? Who are you? One word—that’s it. When you strip yourself down to the completely undecorated basics—who are you? Take off every mask and façade—take off all the makeup, all the show, all the dressy clothes and…
I’m not sure that I could come up with an even close-to-correct estimate for the number of hours, days, and weeks of my time I have spent obsessing about how I look. How often does “fearfully and wonderfully made” sound absolutely ridiculous? How often do the pounds, inches, and any other conglomerate of numbers provoke…
This is the weirdest week—there is all at once so much hope permeating the new breath of this new year, while also runs through our experience of this transition a rather heavy sense of some kind of dread and overwhelm. For as much as this week is filled with excitement about all the things this…
As corks pop and celebratory music begins, as the decade rolls into another one, would you take a moment to pause and reflect. This is a new thing. A good thing. And we are not stuck waiting behind because we are always moving forward. Everything is always moving and breathing and changing and living in…
I am struck by how grief feels. It is remarkably tense. It feels like suspense. I imagine it must be a lot like how it would be to be held between two tall buildings with elastic cloth. Waiting for something to happen. But then nothing does. You are just left with an overwhelming feeling of…
