Tuesday October 6th, 2009

Needing Him

Throughout my life I’ve never really had a problem asking God for extravagant things. I don’t know why. I guess I’ve just always believed that He would hear me and somehow answer me.

As a child I viewed God as a benevolent parent who knew how to make things happen, but in hind sight it’s apparent that I also believed God was my friendly neighborhood insurance agent. Nightly bedtime prayers resembled a detailed life/home/natural disaster/personal harm insurance policy complete with His divine protection from tornadoes, earthquakes, floods and hurricanes. I also requested that no burglars break in, that I wouldn’t be kidnapped and that our house wouldn’t burn down while were sleeping. In addition, I prayed that no one I loved would get sick and die and that my Grandpa’s diabetes would go away. Satisfied that I had forethought of every imaginable potential disaster and had asked God (aka my insurance agent) to protect us, I considered it safe enough to sleep. Those were the things I worried about when I was five. Welcome to my life.

Truthfully, God has answered some pretty crazy prayers throughout my lifetime, both petty and important. But even if He never answered I don’t think I could stop asking. Needing Him is woven into the very fabric of my being. I need Him sometimes just to get out of bed. I still need him to protect me, to provide for me, to teach me. On the outside I may have the appearance of a capable adult, but don’t be fooled! On the inside I’m still like a five year old girl who needs His help in every possible way. I may try to control my life and everything about it, but at the end of the day I sit down on the couch and am reminded that in reality we all have about as much control as a person strapped into a roller coaster ride. The ups and downs are going to come. Believe me, they come. And when they do, who is there for you? I mean, who is really there for you? Deep down I know that God is the only one who can save me. People out there might question my blind faith and see it as infantile, absurd or naive. I don’t care. I don’t care because Jesus is my only hope. Without him I am completely screwed. At the end of the day, He is all I really have. I don’t know how to NOT need Him. He is the search I am on. He is my life and breath. My past and my future.

When I close my eyes and pray that David’s ridiculously massive brain tumor will be healed it doesn’t really seem that absurd to me. I mean, if I’ve spent the majority of my life praying that natural disaster won’t reek havoc on my life, how is this any different? I’m used to asking God for big and sometimes strange things. Throughout this process admittedly there are times when I feel resignation sneaking up on me. A feeling that if I can get comfortable with the idea of david dying then it won’t hurt so much if and when it happens. That feeling stays around for a week or so before I decide that it’s malarkey and toss it out the window. And I begin again. I close my eyes, take a deep breath, channel my inner five year old and tell God that I want my husband. And I want him whole. Not ravaged by the damages of chemo and radiation. Not sickly or impaired. Whole. I want him for my lifetime. And I want him whole.

Then I can see it so clearly - the random time when we go in for his routine MRI the tumor is suddenly & completely gone. It’s GONE. The MRI is clean, and the doctors don’t know why. But we know why. I can feel the smile spreading across my face. I visualize david and I turning to look at each other. I see the lights in our eyes. The joy filling us. I feel the miraculous power of God emanating. The tears stream down my face and I fall to my knees because there is no other possible reaction. The world will rejoice with us. We all glorify God.

God is so good and greatly to be praised.

Regarding this video, at the beginning of the year I started taking footage of my friends and family and especially david with the hopes of expressing myself and my love for them. My flip is now a staple floating around with random tubes of lipstick in the bottom of my purse. We pull it out in the car, in restaurants, on vacation and around the house. We captured this last weekend on a whim while walking the beach with our friend Kelly and her dog Walter. I edited the footage together in iMovie. (The song I chose was our first dance at our wedding).

I’m so thankful for the days right now of love, laughter, hardship, uncertainty and faith. I wouldn’t trade any of it. The needing. The hoping. The wishing. The praying. And even though there is still so much that I want, I know that today I truly have it all.

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Tuesday October 6th, 2009

Senior Images: September Workshop

I love shooting indoors.  Window light is so pure, creamy and editorial.  So I guess it wasn’t such a bad thing afterall that we had to take shelter indoors on the senior day of the workshop.  Here are my favorite shots of the beautiful girls who modeled for us.

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