Be still.

Give Me Eyes to See

Just a little FYI

Hair is the best when its 2 weeks grown out and 3 days unwashed.

Emily

Fall is here. In fact, in greater Minnesota fall is nearly over.

But when the leaves fall, you know what that means.
Senior Portiats.



You know, graduation stuff.


So, this week, I had the honor of photographing my younger sister Emily, who obviously, is a babe.
Oh, also, she is a senior this year.

Woot. Woot.

All my Righteousness

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  But we are all like an unclean thing,
      And all our righteousnesses are like filthy rags;
                        We all fade as a leaf,
      And our iniquities, like the wind,

      Have taken us away.






Isaiah 64:6

flashback to the past

2:15

"There I will give her back her vineyards,
and will make the Valley of Achor
a door of hope.

There she will sing 
as in the days of her youth,

as in the day she came up                               out of Egypt."

[Hosea]

today

She said she usually cried at least once each day not because she was sad, but because the world was so beautiful & life was so short.

One of October's many unsettled prayers

 A friend bought me a book by a Monk named Thomas Merton. I've been reading it everyone in a while.You know, the days that are especially grey. They seem to be coming more often than not.

The way You have laid open before me is an easy way,
compared with the hard way of my own will which leads back to Egypt and to bricks without straw.
If you allow people to praise me, I shall not worry. If you let them blame me, I shall worry even less. If you send me work, I shall embrace it with joy. It will be rest to me because it is Your will. If You send rest, I will rest in You.

Only save me from myself. Save me from my own, private poisonous urge to change everything, to act without reason, to move for movement's sake, to unsettle everything that You have ordained.

Let me rest in Your will and be silent. Then the light of Your joy will warm my life. Its fire will burn in my heart and shine for your glory. This is what I live for. Amen, amen.

snow and other sundry items

This morning, I woke up with light streaming through the window of my room.

The light, like most mornings, makes its way through my window on the east side of our house, this time though it was different.

The west was pouring in a soft light, illuminating the stacks of books and bundles of papers waiting to be read.

At first, I wondered what it was, this phenonomeon of light from the west in the morning,

then, as quckily as I wondered, it clicked.

I remember this light. This soft, quiet glow that seems to hush everything into silence.

Knowing, even before I came to the window, what I was about to see. I cringed. Snow? Already? But its only the beginning of October. I'm not ready for 6 months of this. I crawled out of bed to check it out anyway.

I was surprised.


It was beautiful.



White manna, falling down from the matching white sky, reminding me that everyday brings new gifts.

Covering the green, the brown, the orange, the reds. White, redeeming white covered the front and back and side and all around of our Minnesota yard. A frosting, a reminder.
Change is coming.

The cats, curious, seem to have to be reminded as well, what this white stuff is. Catching the snowflakes as if they were fireflies on a summer night.  The same concept, a different medium.
Change is coming.

It wont last through the week, in fact, even now its dripping off the roof, melting into the grass, making puddles in the driveway.

Its a reminder though,
I might like it or not

but change is coming.

A reminder.