Friday, August 18, 2006

My Home

Bryan, Olivia, and Gracey at my CCA show reception last week.

Monday, August 14, 2006

I said "Yes!"

I am happy. Truly, utterly, purely joyous. I can say this without boast because challenge has proven me capable of understanding what it means to have joy both in sorrow and happiness. Thank you Jesus. I have tasted and experienced great pain to where I questioned how God could allow something terrible alter my plans. But now, years later, my God!... I never knew the Lord could allow us to feel and have such joy. It is pure. It is good. Can I stop smiling? No.
Bryan's love is of the Lord. It is constant and real. I do not doubt it, because it just exists. Like my leg. It is there, I cannot say that it is not. It is. Like this love between us, it is. It exists and I don't have room to feel or think otherwise.


I have attempted this blog several times without success. How do I describe something that cannot be explained? It is only a mere try. Even all the love we feel combined does not add up to the love our Lord has for us. This is amazing.
Can things somehow dissappear? The past? The choices? the pain? No. The past is just that, something that happened that makes who I am today. This is the Lord's promise to me that I dared never to really want because it was too good to ever come true. But, it has. Bryan asked me to marry him, as he likes to say Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, and then Saturday after our trip to Comanche he asked me to marry him and gave me the most beautiful ring you could ever see. I can't believe a man like him exists.


He is my home, my peace, my comfort. He leads me to the Lord with gentle words and a kind spirit. He sharpens me with questions and conversation. He makes sense to me. He allows me to be who I am and rejoices in my triumphs of running the race that I have. He doesn't look back, yet takes my hand and walks with me ahead towards the future with a smile and an embrace.


Can things be perfect? No. But, this is ok. I don't expect a smooth ride, but I know we can do this together. God is real. He is true. His promise and faithfulness will be praised in my life. I am humbled. I am in awe. I am speechless at His fulfillment of redeemption. How do I thank you Lord?


I will live for You.


Bryan, I love you. Forever.


Szeretlek.


PS. December 9, 2006.

Thursday, August 10, 2006

CCA Show

I was a part of the Center for Contemporary Art show for the West Texas Photographic Society for the second year in a row! It went very well. I had so much fun throughout the entire process. Taking the photos, printing, matting, and hanging them were so wonderful.

I thank the Lord for every opportunity He gives me to share my visions and joy of beauty. I even sold one! Hurray. Thank you to all my friends and family who came. It would never have been the same without you.

Pray the Lord will continue blessings me through Inspired by Grace. That He would show my His heart for my passion and allow me to continue praising Him through capturing peoples lives.

PS. I also placed First in Class this past July competition!

Tuesday, August 08, 2006

A Second Chance

I can't even begin to explain what has occured in my heart over the last months. I have had much to say without an opportunity to write. God is Faithful. Not just in action, but it is who He is. I am honored and blown away by His promise to me, and the fact that it is being fulfilled, stands to prove in an existing God whose love is powerful.


I cherish these moments. I soak in my path leading me to this point to where I can give and recieve love. It is too good to be lost or waisted. I surrender to truth. I surrender to faith. I surrender to hope.

Orin L. Crain said something worth noting:


"Remind me each day that the race is not always to the swift; that there is more to life than increasing its speed. Let me look upward into the towering oak and know that it grew great and strong because it grew slowly and well."


I remind myself everyday of the blessing of having a second chance.

Praise God that I do.