I have always loved nature photography. When I was struggling with depression during my senior year of college, my eyes ached from scrolling through Pinterest for pictures of mountains and butterflies and birds. I watched nature documentaries. I obsessed over pictures of snails taken by photographer Vyacheslav Mishchenko. I sat outside in the cold and... Continue Reading →
We are not made to find all of the answers in our own individual experiences. When we share stories, we pile hope into an already vast collection of shared hopes and triumphs--stories of faith and overcoming despite all of the reasons to despair.
Love is hard, especially love that brings doubt. But sometimes that doubt is a pathway to more love.
"though Jesus loved Martha and her sister and Lazarus, after having heard that Lazarus was ill, he stayed two days longer in the place where he was."
I had forgotten how God had said I was loved and looked after. I had forgotten how God had brought me to the alter to say "I do" to my husband and then to the top of Pike's Peak in Colorado Springs where my breaths were short but I spoke a "thank you" prayer to my Savior.
God is faithful and knows our hearts. He knows our self-doubts, our fears, and our hold-ups. God knows how our minds can mess us up over and over. But God never gives up.