My sunday

Yesterday, I taught children's church, helped with a photoshoots, and taught in Young Adults.  After a lovely afternoon, I relaxed with my sister while looking at creative ideas. Somewhere in the there I took a delightful two hour nap, something I rarely do unless I am sick.

Both of my lessons ironically enough was about identity. I read out the meaning of the children's names and the scriptures. I wish you could have seen them, their eyes widen in delight. Each one of them eager to know what their names meant. No wonder, it was personal and relatable.

Once again I had so much fun at the photo-shoot. It reminded me of camp, only it was so much easier. I was used to photographing up to 100 to 300 individuals in two to four hours. As you can imagine this was a piece of cake as it was shorter. But no less important nor involved. It made me happy to find a place where something was familiar to me again. Lol. I known when I'm a photographer when I immediately think of lighting, backgrounds, reflectors, and figuring out the best poses for people. My only regret was not having my lovely sb-900 flash, as it would have really made the photos even more professional. I am so critical of my work and want to deliver the best of the best. In every photo I have ever made, I find flaws.

For the first time I shared a little bit of camp in person. It was so much fun and I was so grateful to be asked. I shared many joys and some of the hardest things I ever had to personally hear. I taught on one of the major things I had learn this summer. Identity as a woman, naturally I turned into personal identity. I had studied on Identity almost for a week straight spending at least two hours a day on the subject. On Saturday night  around 11, I had a break through. It's amazing what the original language of the bible can do for you. In my research for identity, I was surprised how many articles, and videos mistook character for identity or used character to explain identity without really explaining it at all. I encourage you to do your own research, its a fascinating find. A word of advice, don't think too hard on what identity means and what character mean, think very simply. The second is look it up in the dictionary and finally look up the word identification. I think you'll find something very special. 

Website Mission Statement

So I've been working on my website.  I am using wordpress as my host... at first I was annoyed. But I am gradually getting the hang of it. Just need to figure out where to put my CSS. Hah.

But I thought wordpress has an excellent suggestion. I highly recomend this for those of you who are wanting to build your own or at least start a website. So here they are:

"On a piece of notebook paper, or whatever is lying around, describe your site. Take five to twenty minutes to come up with a purpose for your site, or better yet, call it your Mission Statement.
Answer the following questions:

1. What am I going to do with this?
2. Who is going to read this?
3. What kinds of information will I be posting?
4. Why am I doing this?
5. Who am I doing this for?
6. How often am I going to be posting and adding information?"

After you've done all that. Put take it from a list form and put it into a sentence or rather paragraph form. I had just completed this suggestion myself 5 minutes ago. The results were surprising. It put facts and mission behind my work. So try it for yourself. It gives you something concrete to hold on to. Best of blessings to you!

Being Home...

hasn't been easy. For weeks I've avoided blogging simply because I hate negativity. It isn't in me to bring others down. But as I've mulled over what I've learned, the ugly, the sad, heartbreaking tears, the joys, the bliss, and excitement...well it makes up our stories.


Being sick is never my idea of enjoyment. Coming home unable to fight my sickness for a solid month made me thankful. It has been a long time since I've been so the sick part. To this day I still tire easily, but I'm finding my laughter again and to those who will listen tell stories not of my life, but of His and others.


Working at camp was NEVER in my plans. Cough. Actually God seems to have turned most of my plans upside down of late. I always thought, well that's a usual job for summers of highschoolers /college. Nothing special, nothing extrodaniary.  Not for me...or so I thought. Turns out it was very much for me. I miss the busyness, the joys, and yes sometimes the sheer panic of trying to get things done. However, I don't miss the confusions and running here and there missing by seconds the persons I was supposed to meet only to have to run (literally) to go catch them. I miss the pouring out, and God overwhelming pouring into me. If I could only tell the stories, if I could only accurately photographs theses emotions I saw on kid's faces and of their lives.  No sane person would ever be the same. I am not. Praise God.


But that chapter has closed. I won't be looking back. The stories of the great joy and heart wrenching sobs will stay. I'll never forget, I can't forget. I'll share what God tells me, it is part of His gift to me.

Being home has me confused. It's like trying to swim in a ocean in a pool. I can't seem to relax and the more I try the more guilty I feel. For which I should slap myself. It has taken me this long to be able to clean the home and start taking over what's my responsibly, but I hate shirking. And I feel like I'm doing that.

But God has given me grace.

Recently my pastor has been teaching many of things of what God personally taught me! I am so excited! I love it! My favorite book that I brought for myself is "Explicit Gospel" I had read half way through it during the three months at camp while working the many nights in the giftshop. I couldn't resisted buying the book although it cost more than I wanted to spend. But it is so worth it. Then I really wanted to give it to my sister and well frankly anyone who wanted to get down the nitty grittyness of the gospel. Lo and behold, my boss sent me the exact book! I jumped and in down and laugh. He wrote a special message to me and it was simple, but it meant a lot to me. I promptly gave my "old book" filled with my own writing and underlines to Kate and kept my new one.  I love it so. It has gone right away with what my Pastor has been teaching. You know what's even more exciting is I'm starting to learn more!


Yes! Yes! Yes! You see I came home, and everyone was learning the messages, the lessons I had already learnt! It was a review and I am so grateful! But I love to learn and darlings, don't hold me back when I'm passionate. I felt like I was being held back in the biggest way. You see I hadn't been able to tell anyone really about camp and it was tearing me apart. I wanted to tell how great my God is, how beloved He is, and how GLORIOUS and HOLY He IS!

Oh! If you could see me now, you'd see a blonde short thin gal dancing and shouting! Can you not behold Him? Can you not see? Can you not hear? Oh! My friends I wish you a far better more personal relationship than even I have! My God is so explicated, He's so good, and He is terrifying. Oh! My beloved friends! He's so worthy!


I don't deserve His love. I don't deserve His compassions or His mercy. I'm broken. A broken image of Himself. But don't you see! He loves me! He choose me! He sent His Son, His beloved Son to pay the price. The very price I Should HAVE paid!


Oh! For the stories I can tell there's nothing great than this! The Gospel of Jesus Christ, the majesty, splendor, and of the glory of God! I want to shout louder than the angels and to cry out louder than the rocks, my God is worthy to be praised! Why, oh! He is Glorious, because HE IS! He is GOD!

So belt out that voice of yours! You were made to worship! In the darkest of times, in the merry of times we are MADE to worship the God of all creation! So lift up your hands and praise His Holy name! Worthy, worthy is HE!