Thursday, October 11, 2012

[like father, like son]

If you’re friends with me on facebook, you’ve already seen this one, but I wanted to share it here as well!  This past Monday, we had the privilege of attending our very first band concert to hear our son, Matthew, play his trombone.  Initially, I’ll admit, I wasn’t too sure about this whole band thing … and neither was Matthew.  But it has turned out to be such a positive experience.  Several of his good friends are also in the band (which is kind of the only reason he decided to join in the first place!) and he has really taken to learning how to play a new instrument, after taking piano lessons for six years.  And what’s really special about it, is the fact that his Daddy was also a trombone player in middle and high school!  I love it when they both pull out their trombones and play together – even if it does get a little loud in the living room!

I don’t know if band will stick long term for Matthew or not, but I’m really hoping it does.  I have dreams of watching him in the half time show of the high school football games or going to marching band competitions.  There’s just something about the pomp & circumstance … the precision of it all … the camaraderie … the formality … that is appealing.  Regardless, though, of what he chooses in the future, I’m grateful for the experience he’s enjoying right now.  And plus, he looks awfully cute in his band “uniform!”

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[Linking up with Deb for This or That Thursday]

Wednesday, October 10, 2012

[a first]

Yesterday, for the first time, I sat in the tree stand with my boy and I learned (or was reminded of) a few things in the process…

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1.  Hunting is kind of boring

2.  Tree stands are not very comfortable

3.  Climbing up a very tall, skinny ladder is a little scary

4.  It is hard, as a mom, to not feel extremely overprotective of my son in that tree stand that is high off the ground

5.  Being still and quiet for long periods of time is not easy

6.  My son has more courage than I give him credit for

7.  It is very gratifying to watch your child doing something they love

8.  Children feel very blessed when their parents are willing to actively participate in what they enjoy

9.  Our woods are truly beautiful in the fall

10.  It is definitely a privilege to be Andrew’s mom

Friday, October 5, 2012

[golden]

Yesterday’s post was pretty deep, so today I’m keeping it simple!  Just a little fall brilliance from our camping trip last weekend…

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This is the day the Lord has made; let us rejoice and be glad in it.  [Psalm 118:24]

Thursday, October 4, 2012

[me just thinking]

 

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“The more scared we are of a work or calling, the more sure we can be that we have to do it.”  [Steven Pressfield]

Confession time – I constantly struggle with self doubt … about my purpose in this world, about how other people view me, about my worth and value, etc., etc., etc.  The list could go on.

One of the areas I struggle with most, however, is in the area of my photography.  I love photography!  I love being able to capture God’s beauty all around me and I find great pleasure in finding something that seems rather ordinary to the eye and turning it into art.  There’s just something about it that feeds my soul.  And I think I’ve learned enough over the past couple of years to think I’m decent at it.

But I’m constantly struggling with the thought that I’m not good enough.  That I have no business thinking I have any talent or skill with my camera.  That no one really cares what I’m producing.  That so-and-so could and does do it so much better than I do.  That there’s no room for little old me in the photography world.

The constant battle is exhausting really and so rather than fight it any longer, I just gradually start to pull away from what I love.

Yesterday, however, I stumbled upon an article in which the author talked about the book, "The War of Art" by Steven Pressfield.  In his book, Pressfield discusses the idea of “resistance” – a common problem for those who are either in the business of or simply enjoy the act of creating something.

The article was not written from a Christian standpoint, but as I read it, it was very easy to recognize this idea of resistance as the direct work of the Enemy.

…the constant self doubt

…the voices that tell you you’re not good enough

…the feeling like you should just give up

…the thought that no one is interested in your creations

I spent the rest of the day pondering that article because it struck a chord with me.  I’ve had people ask me if I’d ever consider going into business or if I’d be willing to take pictures for them and my answer is typically no.  I truly don’t feel called to go into business, however, I feel that a lot of the reason why I’m quick to say no is due to fear … due to the resistance I constantly feel about my work.

It’s no secret that Satan’s goal is to steal, kill and destroy and I wonder if the reason he sets out to resist creative work is because the act of creating anything is typically an outpouring of the heart … the outpouring of oneself.  I can’t speak for anyone but myself, but I admit that when I use my camera to capture or create, it is extremely personal.  My heart typically guides my photography.  I suspect the same is true for the person who paints or draws or sews or writes or anyone who creates anything.

Our hearts are the center of who we are.  It’s what makes us unique.  It’s what draws us closer to God if we know him personally.  Wouldn’t it make sense if that’s the area that Satan would want to attack?  That he would love nothing more than for us to stop sharing our hearts with those around us.  When we create something, it’s an opportunity to share our hearts.  Of course, the Enemy would have us believe that we have nothing to offer!  When we believe the lies, we begin to close off our hearts to others and we stop sharing what only we can offer – ourselves and our unique perspective.

I’ll admit, I’m still mulling all of this over in my mind and have yet to discover what it means for my own personal journey, but I do know one thing … I cannot allow the Enemy to keep me from doing what I love.  I believe that God gave me the desire to create and I believe that he knows whether that desire will ever lead to anything other than what I’m currently doing.  In the meantime, I am going to try saying “yes” more – “yes” to new opportunities, “yes” to doing the work, “yes” to sharing my heart through my pictures, “yes” to being grateful for the opportunity I have to create.

“God measures our success with the yardsticks of obedience, faithfulness, and righteousness.  If you are faithfully doing the work God has given you, you are successful in his eyes.”  [from the commentary section of my Bible in the book of Jeremiah]

Wednesday, October 3, 2012

[my love]

Words do not begin to express how much I love this man…

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Love is patient and kind.  Love is not jealous or boastful or proud or rude.  Love does not demand its own way.  Love is not irritable, and it keeps no record of when it has been wronged.  It is never glad about injustice but rejoices whenever the truth wins out.  Love never gives up, never loses faith, is always hopeful, and endures through every circumstance.  (1 Corinthians 13:4-7)

Tuesday, October 2, 2012

[say cheese]

The place where we went camping over the weekend had a barn with animals that you could interact with and pet … I’d say I had some good interaction! 

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Monday, October 1, 2012

[joy…gratitude…perspective]

 

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It’s true – gratitude does change my perspective.  For a few days last week, I forgot.  I’m hoping to not make that same mistake this week…

#2537 – the sweet, kissable cheeks of my fourteen year old

#2538 – the teen boy whose love language is physical touch which thus far has prevented him from shirking away from the affections of his Momma

#2539 – the smell of the freshly shampooed hair on the twelve year old boy this morning

#2540 – dirty rugs washed clean after a weekend of camping fun

#2541 – a sweet time of fellowship with a friend last night

#2542 – opening our hearts to each other

#2543 – learning how to be brave

#2544 – homemade granola fresh from the oven

#2545 – a phone call from my Dad this morning just to see how our weekend was

#2546 – the reds, oranges, yellows & greens I see on the trees outside my window

#2547 – perfect weather for fall camping

#2548 – the anticipation of a weekend away with my Love

#2549 – cousins who truly enjoy each other’s company

#2550 – prayer in the van before the three head off to school

*My journey towards being a more grateful person started on March 2, 2011 when I picked up a pen and a brand new journal and began counting gifts.  A year and a half later, I have 2,550 gifts counted!

That’s a whole lot of joy!