A still moment in time

Woodlands Sunrise

Today has been different. Waking up just before sunrise, I watched sleepily and half falling back to sleep the fog outside of my two windows. I dearly love fog. Can't tell you why, I just do. But then again there's many things I thoroughly take delight in. A quarter to eight, I shrugged into my orange sweatshirt and leather jacket and plopped on my books. Walking outside in my pjs, I felt a sense of freedom. Living in the country has awaken me further of God's handiwork. Actually photography did that, but I have easier access to my favorite places. He called me this morning. Beckoning me with the fog and the still voice. I photographed worshiping in delight and in reverence. Woodlands Sunrise is one that captured me and held me still. This photograph does no justice or beauty that was actually there. Then again that's how it usually is. The struggle to put in perspective the beauty and falling short, far short of the actual beauty. No photograph will ever amount to the actual event, no matter how beautiful the photograph is. Chances are, it can't even compare.

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!

The newest Love

At first glance, he isn't even cut, even less becoming to look at. He isn't ugly, just well different. But the further you spend time with him, the more you grow to think how beautiful he really is. Despite my asking Dad when I was younger for a cat six years straight, I didn't want one now. I had no intention of getting cat until Kate and I moved out and shared a small home fulfilling our sisterly dreams. Yet, He arrived.  I had zero interest in taking him home with me. None. Nada. Zip. I didn't even like him when I first met him. Yet, his skinny self and purring love soon captivated me.  I feed him for two weeks  using my meager allowance to get a cat carrier, food, and a collar. Dad and Mom gave their approval and the time was set for them to pick him up.  In that short time, every morning he greeted me with a meow and curled up on my lap when I had a break from my shift. He'd eat and then watch me perching on a rock as I finished putting out food for the campers. Every evening, I always went in search for him and fed him good night. In return, he'd be there promptly at 6:45 when I'd make my usually appearance the following morning.

When Chris, took him away the following days made me miss him. I could hardly wait to see him again. He so unlike many cats, preferring company to solace. He loves to be cuddly and follows me outside when I work. After four months, the dogs and him are finally getting along. Hopefully they will become friends. I found his name and then promptly dismissed it. Mom suggested it and I decided to try it. The name Zebedee stuck. I named him after the son's of thunder father and frankly thought it fitting. I'm so glad he found me. God certainly knew I need a cat even when I didn't. Now if I can just convince mom to let him go with me when I leave for my new home. So far...it isn't working. My heart isn't the only one that he's captures, seems like everyone in the family taken a shine to him.

Last week-heart full

Can't believe its the last week.  Blessedly, when I arrive home I'll have my hands full. I can't stand being idle. Already, projects awaits me and I am eagerly looking foreword to them. One of my friends will be joining for part of a week and possible two others will be joining later that week. At least that is what I am praying for. We will see.

So excited about this week. I have been working my fingers to the bone working on the staff presentation. Not going to lie the first two days I have been stressed and could hardly find my smile. It seemed to have completely vanished, but it was so strange. Although I have been overwrought and felt as if I was sinking, this week has been one of the best week of my alone time. It has been one of the sweetest times...


This week alone I've probably put in easily  27 hours on the presention...in only three days.  Guess what its only 30 minutes long! But I have learned so much in doing this and I'd do it again. By this time tomorrow hopefully I will finished the thing so I can be with people and enjoy the last remaining hours.

The blind beggers

1.      Then they came to Jericho. And as He was leaving Jericho with His disciples and a large crowd, a blind beggar named Bartimaeus, the son of Timaeus, was sitting by the road.
When he heard that it was Jesus the Nazarene, he began to cry out and say, "Jesus, Son of David have mercy on me!"
        Many where sternly telling him to be quiet, but he kept crying out all the more, "son of David, have mercy on me!"
        And Jesus stopped and said "call him here" So they called the blind man, saying to him, "Take courage, stand up! He is calling for you,"
      Throwing aside his cloak, he jumped up and came to Jesus.
       And answering him, Jesus said, "What do you want Me to do for you?"  and the blind man said to him, "Rabboni, I want to regain my sight!"
       And Jesus said to him, "Go, your faith has made you well," Immediately he regained his sight and began to follow Him on the road.
                                                                                                                           Mark 10:46-52
    2. As they were leaving Jericho, a large crowd followed Him.
       And two blind men sitting by the road, hearing that Jesus was passing by, cried out, "Lord, have mercy on us, Son of David!"
        The crowd sternly told them to be quiet, but they cried out all the more, "Lord, Son of David, have mercy on Us!
       And Jesus stopped and called them, and said, "What do you want Me to do for you?"
   They said to Him, "Lord, we want our eyes to be opened,"
   Moved with compassion, Jesus touched their eyes; and immediately they regained their sight and followed Him.

                          Matthew 20:29-34

3.  As Jesus was approaching Jericho, a blind man was sitting by the road begging.
        Now hearing the crowd going by, he began to inquire what this was.
They told him that Jesus of Nazareth was passing by.
         And he called out saying, "Jesus, Son of David, have mercy on me!"
         Those who led the way were sternly telling him to be quiet; but he kept crying out all the more. "Son of David have mercy on me!"
          And Jesus stopped and commanded that he be brought to Him; and when he came near, He questioned him,
          "What do you want Me to do for you?" and he said, "Lord, I want to regain my sight!"
   And Jesus said to him, "Receive your sight; your faith has made you well,"
          Immediately he regained his sight and began following Him, glorifying God; and when all the people saw it, they gave praise to God.


                                                                                                           Luke 18:35-43


I'll leave you to discover for yourself the exquisiteness of similarity of these three passages. Praying that you find the jewels as I did and even more.

Live simply

Living simply is surprisingly hard to do...at first. It is a constant battle to live this way. Especially as you grow older. I hear all this TV programs and advertisement  mocking "growing old". What is wrong with that? I have found that older people are rather just "beginning" their lives. They have wisdom and grace and have more adventures than they can sometimes handle. But this isn't what this post is about, although I will write a post of adventure and you can be sure that it will be the age of 40 something and above that I will direct my attention too. Like I said, my own personal watching people has told me that life happens when someone is seasoned with age...it comes with humility and grace. 

I recently spoiled myself and brought a ring. Unfortunately it was too big for my middle finger as I later found out. I hate it when that happens, but then you have to roll with the punches and find something creative to do with the too big or too small object. But this ring means something in fact it was hanging in my car to remind me almost daily. "Live Simply"

That I think is a very important lesson to learn. There are two types of groups children and well the elderly. I direct my attention to the latter in this post. I love...I love elderly people. I love their winkles, I love the twinkle in their eyes, and I love the lessons I can learn from . I love the fact they've learned to watch the world go by and just live simply. My favorite image I have every seen has been a couple in their 80s or 90's holding hands, sitting on the bench, and just watching people go by. I love their kiss to each other and I loved their smiles.  When I grow old and my hair turns white I hope I still remember this couple. Though I only saw them for a brief period of time, they have impacted my life in way they don't know. The picture they painted was clear...Live Simply or translated it into Live Life Well.

Not to us...Not to us

To be honest, I shouldn't be on here. I *should* be doing my slideshows and really focusing on those since time is so short.  But sometimes, the most important thing is to simply reevaluate or readjust my lens as to why I am here. And I've chosen this outlet.

These days ever since Saturday night, a heavy...heavy weariness has completely taken over my body. Step by step literally every day I take with a sob on my lips "God give me Your strength."  For the first time last night before night duty, I could do nothing but lay on my bed too exhausted to close my eyes or even cry.  I felt sick.

Some might say... the honeymoon is over. Yet, from the beginning this has been no honeymoon...not even close. I never expected it to be. Except in one way.

God gave me this word at the beginning of this year. "I am going to romance you and we're going to grow close together." He has kept His Word. Never, once has He told me it would be easy. But He has tenderly taught me and tenderly held me. Even now in my exhuastedness and stripped bare, He is moving within me. I know although I can hardly feel him.

I choose to move. I choose to hold my head up high. I choose over my own feelings, over my own bodily strength, over my own limitations to rise up with a smile and love people and do what I can to serve. It.Is.Hard.  But worth it.

Lately, I've had to shove down the irritations of people thinking all I do is walk around and take photos. It is so frustrating and IF I allow it Satan could have my lunch. The second irritations is persuading people to let me take their photographs, I've gotten to the point of my flesh getting ready to say...fine. Then I won't and you won't be shown in the presentation. I am so sorry you think so little of yourself that you don't think you're worthy to be photograph.  Indeed he has tempted me sorely. While that may be true, it isn't necessary and it isn't kind. Thank God that He has held my tongue up until now. And I have debated whether or not to keep this paragraph.  It is hard to keep it, and I want so very much to delete it. But for some reason I can't seem to.

One of the hardest lessons I have learned here is not to compare my work ethics to others. My work is different than others, but the reasoning behind the work is the same. We're here because God called us to love and to serve no matter what our jobs are. If I do what God tells me to do...no less....AND no more...than I am obedient. What? You say. No more? Yes...no more. God has placed specific jobs with specific amount of time span and specific energy. If I get in the way then I am in a sense competing for glory. It is for His glory...not for my own.

When He spoke to me in which He also had me speak and pray yesterday in the sharing time, He gave me scriptures. Pay close attention to them. I think you'll find a running theme.

Psalm 121

I will life up my eyes to the mountains
From where shall my help come?
My help comes from the Lord,
Who made the heaven and earth.
He will not allow your foot to slip;
He who keeps you will not slumber,
Behold, He who keeps Israel
Will neither slumber nor Sleep

The Lord is your keep;
The Lord is your shade on your right hand.
The sun will not smite you by day
nor the moon by night
The Lord will protect you from all evil
He will keep your soul.
The Lord will guard your going out and your coming in
From this time forth and forever

Psalm 116: 1-7

I love the Lord, because He hears
My voice and my supplications
Because He has inclined His ear to me.
Therefore I shall call upon Him as long as I live
The cords of death encompassed me
and the terrors of Shoal came upon me;
I found distress and sorrow.
Then I called upon the name of the Lord;
"O lord, I beseech You, save my life!"

Gracious is the Lord, and righteous;
Yes, our God is compassionate
The Lord preserves the simple;
I was brought low; and He saved me.
Return to your rest, O my soul
For the Lord has dealt bountifully with you.

Psalms 115

Not to us O Lord, Not to us
but to your name be the glory
because of your lovingkindness, because of your truth.


Let me highlight  that last scripture. Not to us...Not to us. But to His name be the glory. His name be the glory forever more, Amen.

My heart...My soul

How does a girl work on her business when working on a mission field? How does a girl keep her own education up in photography? How does a girl raise money for her next education in her second degree in cosmology when she's literally not working a "real" job? How does a girl keep clean when she is worked to the bone from 6 in the A.M to 12 in the P.M. Most importantly of all...how on earth does a girl LOSE her phone! The only thing next to God personally waking her up that will get her up on time...nearly without fail. Perhaps the most important question should be asked...why is she speaking in the third person...


I have zero idea. Perhaps it is because I am thriving on a mere five hour of sleep or if you prefer 35 hours of sleep this week alone. That's roughly 6 hours of sleep each night.  I'd take a nap, but my body is too over worked for that. I laugh...it is nearly the only thing that is keeping me sane at this moment. It is either that or cry...and I'm in a roomful of boys at the moment. I'd prefer to keep my pride...what's left of it.

Here's a thing.  I came here to serve...to Doe River that is. To serve as God sees fit. Boy...you give Him the reigns and He'll really take you off. Every time I've wanted to say no or wanted to complain...I've remembered. I haven't come here for comforts, and I most certainly didn't come here to be served. I have given him my heart a long, long time ago...meaning my comfort zone went out the window eons ago or so it seems.


One of the things I never expected is the constant questions of my hearing. The constant question of what is it like. Frankly, after the forth week I have gotten a little annoyed. I couldn't seem to wrap my mind around the fact that this IS normal to me, but it isn't to others. For whatever reasons, God knows why I didn't think my challenges were anything to be proud of. I've simply lived. He is my hearing, He is my breathing, He is my spine, He is my mouth. In short He is my everything. I can't seem to wrap my mind around how anyone can not not be in love with Him. It is life to me. But then He gently reminds me...not everyone has lived the life I have. Not everyone understands what it means to rely in and on Him in the precise way that I do. Here, I've looked out every morning. Every morning to see the mountains...to see the people He's created. How can I have learned to love in such a short amount of time this people here? How can I leave...knowing I'll not come back? Perhaps for a visit...but not to work here again. How can I leave the friends I've made...perhaps for life. By God's grace.

He gives and He takes away. The rhythmic beating of that song pounds within my heart.  A mere 5 weeks remains. I don't want to leave. Because I know some of these friends I may never ever see again.  My heart hurts. But I'll survive. He gives and He takes away. After all the four girls my age, did He not provide me...over the 11 years of being at my church. He took them away only to provide some time later after a season of crying my heart out simply out of the aching loneliness of having no girls to relate to. I've learned to let people go...it isn't easy. It'll be a life lesson I'll have to learn over and over. But every time a friend leaves, the truest friend is always, always there.


My God is for me. My God is Here. My God is My God. To Him I'll run, to Him I'll cry, to Him I'll laugh, and to Him I'll dance, to Him I'll give my body, to Him I'll give my soul, and to Him I'll give my heart.

Be still, please just be

Just be still, please just be

See what God has created

Just be still, please just be

Closing my eyes I see

A torn veil

Bloody Nails

A heart once dead now alive

Tilting my head, I hear

Songs sung by creations near

Music rustled on by wind

An orchestra made to worship

Just be still, please just be

He comes when least expected

Never late, rarely early, always on time 1

Full of surprises and of humor

A twinkle in His eyes

As He presents

His gift

A gift I can't compare or give back

Tear stained cheeks trembling hands

A life given, a life reborn

The gift received in belief

Be still, please just be

Discover Him who loves

Live a graced filled life

Oh, be still, please just be.

Christina Damron

06-24-12

1.quote by Terry Maughon

A month and half complete

So I have nearly been here for officially a month. What I have learned I cannot even tell everything, because I simply won't ever know how everything has effected me. But this I know. Camp has made a rebel of me. I have found excitement of "living on my own".  Moreover, just being with people my own age has opened a whole new world to me.
      Someone once told me " Expand your horizon". And so I have followed that advice. I have also just let myself be...
      With me being so tired all the time, that means I am slap happy a LOT. Which means I am usually a lot more fun and crack people up with laughter. Which is cool. But it only happens with about four to five people.
      I work a lot in the evenings in the gift shop which is awesome. I love it so much. The lady who runs it is such a blessing. Working in the outfitter shop gives me relief from my other work.
     Photography is going well. I've had so many difficulties and to be frank there's been once or twice I've wanted to throw the laptops against the wall and break down crying. But I didn't and I haven't broken down crying. I gave it to God and He's been so good to me. I am so blessed. I can not wait to tell my family back home of how insufficient of supplies I had and God provided what I need. This week I have two slideshows back to back literally. One slideshow on Friday and then the next day another. But...I'm not sweating. Not yet. God's given me the songs...just got to purchase them and transfer. One of them is half way finished. I'm so excited, but also feel both confident and inadequate at the same time. An odd combination, but it makes perfect sense to me.

I must fly. There's so much to do. I kid you not, it's taken me two weeks to write this much. But on a good note, I think I've gotten my videos up to par now. Yeah. SO...they'll be coming along soon! They're much faster to put up and make. :)

Technological difficulties

For whatever reason my phone has decided not to download videos. So once I get that cleared up about four vidoes will be posted. ;) Look for me friday!

Staying the course

I've promised myself that I'd starting writing more, a promise I've kept. Also a promised that I'd stop writing so much of me. That promised has failed. I can't help but share my joys, my tears, and my learning. It scares me and well encourages me. Frankly though I'd rather share my joys than my tears.

Within two months, I will be a Pellissippi Graduate. I can not say that I'll miss it. But is has been wonderful. But I am so ready to move on. It is very often these days that I want to pack up my bags, load up the car, grab a handful of cash, and explore without any adenda. Perhaps stop in a small old fashion town, and live for a while. Photography every where I go, whatever interests me. When I get tired, leave. Sounds like a fairy tale...sounds like a dream. But it'll be a lonely road at some point.

But I am staying the course...almost. There's a small detour that I *might* take. Other than that, the plans are the same. Within two years...not three I'll be owning my own business. Having two majors, two trades, and two passion all avaible to be used for the glory of God.

Two weeks and four days

      The kids are coming tomorrow. I am SO nervous. My 17 days of intense training is over...and it WAS intensive. Almost every day I woke at 7:00 and go to bed at 11:30 or midnights. Sometimes I had to awake at 6:00. Every day was filled with training on how to properly tie ropes, understanding the gospel, safely.
     This week alone I had to pass five tests and they were HARD. But I was grateful for them. The first was CPR and First aid. So I am a certified to give anyone first aid here at this breathtaking camp. I mean they went all out in training us. Fake blood 'n everything thing. I felt like a little nurse. lol. The second was the swimming test. Now, picture this wee blonde lass who can't hear squat without her aids acing her swimming test and astonishing her testers. Thanks mom for insistencing I learn to swim at an early age.  The third test I had to pass tying knots correctly. Then the rest was doing taking the S.W.A.T test  and the general test.
        One thing that they were insistent about was understanding and telling the gospel correctly. We spent four hard core crucial days training on understanding the gospel. It was great. There was heavy discussion, people quoting scriptures and then would get quoted back. They back it up with background references. I have never ever been in a friendly scripture debate, where the instructor encourage discussion even if we disagreed with him. I was one of  them (cough). To be honest I did wrestle with some of the things that was said, but my eyes were opened to things that I had been taught that were wrong. I carefully prayed and ex aimed the scriptures for myself of what was said. Someone in the group said they loved my questions and tiny little arguments.  Because I wasn't disrespectful at all, and I was trying to understand, but I wasn't going to just accepted it either without scripture backing it up.  I was on the instructor side, but I couldn't understand for a while what he was getting at. Then it became clear. Here's what they believe:
       The only way you can get to heaven in the BELIEVE that Jesus Christ is the Son of God who died and rose again so that you may have eternal life.
        Grace is heavily and I do mean heavily taught here. I feel like I am back where my Pastor had been teaching for the past two years on this subject. It is so amazing! The focus or the theme this summer? Magnify. Worship essentially.
        Other than telling the Gospel correctly, their second goal is to make sure everyone is as safe as possible. In fact my understanding was if I had not passed the test, I would have been sent home if I didn't pass it the second time. I could have been wrong on that though. They want to make sure their staff and the kids are safe. Which would explain why they are crazy about us drinking water and staying rested as much as possible.
        There is so much more to tell. In fact I have two or three sermons up my sleeves just of everything I had learned with my own personal relationship with God. My poor family will most likely get a "preaching". Lol. They'll love the stories....well most of them.
       By the way...for the very first week I'm going to be a S.W.A.T which is where I tied the ropes, prepare all the activities for my group, and care for the general safely. After that they're working hard to get me back on the Photography route since that is what they "hired" me to do. I'm excited.
       I don't mind filling in other roles for a short time. After all am I not on a mission field? I went to be a photography missionary and I am one. But if there are holes to be filled, sometimes I must step in when I can.
   Here's a scripture that has kept me going even before I left to come here. Joshua 1:9. Ironically, it is the same scripture that my dearest sister wrote on my good-bye note.

The seventh day

Here's an update. Second try of videoing myself. Sorry about the lighting, I am trying to catch the hanging of videography. Also I apologized about the side view. I have tried my hardest to turn it side ways.

Great News

Hey Friends,
      This is a little late in coming, but I wanted to share with you some awesome news. I have been at a camp for close to a week. A little over a month ago I visisted a camp for a discovey weekend. They fed me, housed me for free while sharing the vision and mission of the camp of sharing the gospel in a adventerous way.
      So fast foreward two weeks. I had the hardest time in deciding whether or not I was going to go. My dad asked me point blank one night and it was right then that I decided to go. One of the main guys and I talked. The talk that was supposed to be thirty minutes ended up being an hour and thirty minutes. We talked the gospel and of my business.
      I had already talked of the forty foot pole (check my later posts), which in of itself is such a testomony or for debriefing as they call it of describing an experience.
       My position is being a photographer for the camp. They will provide the meals and housing, but I must raise my own support. This is for the entire summer and so I have chosen a photography mission field over a paying summer job. It is truly a faith building summer in so many ways.
       I so wish I could tell you more in depth of my mission. But I only had about 10 minutes to type this and I wanted so much to tell you. Hopefully I can keep up with blogging and telling you news of my summer.

My room

Hello this video was taken in like the third day of camp. Wanted to share with you some of my living quarters. Soooo...here goes my very first video post. I'll probably be posting most likely in video considering I do not have much time to type. Enjoy.

Brother sister time

Okay so I didn't do my hair nor put on make-up. But Chris did treat me to an awesome pizza place. Apparently he finds great delight of my backward word instead of pizza buffet he has now dubbed it in my own words buffet pizza.  So we went to an awesome place that serves buffet pizza. If you love these type of places go to the Pizza Inn on Clinton Hwy. While their pizza isn't my favorite their genuine happiness and excellent service more than makes up. While there try their cheese and macaroni pizza and the s'more dessert pizza. They're both excellent pizza. I am so glad we got to go. I know that is a place I really want to go back to. The atmosphere is incredible and almost all the employees were all smiles because they seemed to throughly enjoy working there. I for one will. E returning.

Brother+Pizza+Movie=Awesome Night

          So excited! Tonight, Chris-my brother- is taking me out for dinner and a movie. And you know something? I'm going to dress up. Shower, put on a slight amount of make-up, do up my hair and wear really cute clothes. Well...except for the make-up part I pretty much do all of those things. Yes, for my brother I do "dress up" put on a little jazz...actually when any one takes me out, I take a little extra care of assembling myself.
         We're going to Ci Ci's pizza or Pizza Inn...my personal vote is the Pizza Inn if its good and then seeing Pirate for the movie. I could use a good light heart movie and on the plus side I really enjoy claymations. God knows I could use the bend over laughing, can't breathe laughter again. I have heard it said laughter makes for better sleep. Which sounds amazing.
        Chris isn't aware of it, but I'm going to (hopefully) sneak in a couple of Reeses cups and sour gummy worms. I love sweets at a movie theater.  It isn't going to be much just a couple of pieces for the both of us. We hardly need the extra sweetness.
       At any rate I am exited!