grace, weekly // 8

 

i. the winter sunsets by Mt. Hood.

ii. a weird frenzy of creative, constructive energy.

I’ve re-discovered the art of crochet, and with it I’ve come to an exciting realization: I’ve figured out a way to watch a movie in the evening and not feel guilty about being unproductive!

iii. looking back on a year of good growth in all respects—including photographically.

By the end of 2013, God willing I’ll have done sixteen portrait shoots, two couple shoots, two family shoots, a maternity shoot, a quinceanera, and a wedding. I’ll have nearly completed my certification as a professional photographer through the New York Institute of Photography. Even my little family of cameras has grown—from a single Nikon D40 and three lenses to a D40, a D7000, a Sony A700, and several new lens and flash pieces to play with. And I’m already looking forward to what projects I might get to do next year—which might involve another wedding—which might include traveling to Florida— :)

iv. catching up with friends, getting a much needed dose of solid discipleship, and browsing through forgotten Israel pictures.

v. Christmas tree shopping with the silsters.

vi. music:

vii. words:

“Where is God? Where can I find Him?” we ask.
We don’t realize that’s like a fish swimming frantically through the ocean in search of the ocean.
- Ted Dekker

viii. Bible:

My soul waits in silence for God only;
From Him is my salvation.
He only is my rock and my salvation,
My stronghold; I shall not be greatly shaken.
Psalm 62:1-2

My favorite phrase in this passage is the two little words, in silence.

We live in a loud world. Audibly or inaudibly, different things plead incessantly for our attention—television, social media, cell phones, family, friends, relatives, strangers, people in line behind us at an intersection, the semi-truck we just passed on the freeway. There is little silence to be found here unless we look for it.

Today I went walking, as usual. There was no wind, so not even the rush of a breeze past my ears broke the silence. I walked, prayed, admired the sunshine reflecting off Mt. Adams’ fresh snow. It was beautiful.