Family Photo Friday- Sisters

Again, in honor of Sister's birthday, here's a Family Photo Friday for her.

1988

1990

Ode to Molly Sue

Upon the 21st birthday of my sister (and the 2nd birthday of my dog nephew), we'd like to send a little love across the intertubez.

Family Photo Friday- Four Generations

My great grandmother, my grandmother, my dad, and me. Probably about 1984 or so.

Ruthless Trust

When brilliant ethicist John Kavanaugh went to work for three months in the "house of the dying" in Calcutta, he was seeking a clear answer as to how to spend the rest of his life. On the first morning there he met Mother Teresa. She asked, "And what can I do for you?" Kavanaugh asked her to pray for him.

"What do you want me to pray for?" she asked. He voiced the request he'd borne thousands of miles from the United States: "Pray that I have clarity."

She said firmly, "No, I will not do that." When he asked her why, she said, "Clarity is the last thing you are clinging to and must let go of." When Kavanaugh commented that she always seemed to have the clarity he longed for, she laughed and said, "I have never had clarity; what I have always had is trust. I will pray that you trust
God."

The way of trust is a movement into obscurity, into the undefined, into ambiguity, not into some predetermined, clearly delineated plan for the future. The next step discloses itself only out of a discernment of God acting in the desert of the present moment. The reality of naked trust is the life of a pilgrim who leaves what is
nailed down, obvious, and secure and walks into the unknown without any rational explanation to justify the decision or guarantee the future. Why? Because God has signaled the movement and offered it his presence and promise.

From the book "Ruthless Trust" by Brennan Manning.

Family Photo Friday- Big Brother

This is my maternal grandmother's brother, James. He died before I was born so I never met him, but every time she spoke of him, she still talked like he hung the moon. I wish I could have heard more stories about him.

Learning from my hobby

Why can't I learn about the beauty of people from the flowers I love to photograph?

Beautiful in birth...



Beautiful in death...



Beautiful in weirdness... :)




And most beautiful when they shine as they were created to.

Family Photo Friday- McBirthday

In honor of my birthday this week, here is a classic childhood birthday party shot. I believe this was when I turned 6 or 7.

Love is gonna break through

I love daffodils. To me they are the first sign of resilient spring life after the winter.

From lifeless, brittle Oklahoma grass pokes through small green stalks...

That bloom to reveal what has been growing beneath the surface all winter.

It hits me like lightning
That love must keep fighting
And somehow, every time
Love is gonna break through.
-Chris Rice