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A few days in photos
It summer, and it’s turned into a very full summer very quickly.
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bubble boy
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The paradox of sorrow
Often I think on If Time had dealt a different hand, A life in which My mother still stands. But then I ponder That with her breath, My story would be Unfamiliar, Unknown to me.
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Construction scenes.
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Melody
My dear friend Melody has a story that’s full of more abuse and trauma than most of ours, but also one of a redeemed heart that bears witness to an unfailing and ever loving God. She let me into her story 4 years ago, and for 4 years these images and words have been stored on my computer. I don’t know why it’s taken me so long to put them together, but I am happy that I can now share it with a desire it that it gives others hope. God has not forgotten us, not even in our darkest darks and our lowest lows. When Melody was four years old…
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Three boys.
The inspiration for these photos were the shadows their gorgeous eyelashes were casting.
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Trash pickup.
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Another day at work.
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May Eleventh
A few bits of our ordinary day.
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Winnie’s story.
I woke and stood up to go to the bathroom when I felt some water leaking. Joy filled me. Finally, at 41 weeks and 4 days pregnant labor was imminent! It was 6 am so I crept downstairs in the silence to read and pray. Amongst the excitement the day brought, I also worried over the fact that my water had broken before I had any contractions. The same thing happened with Theo and I didn’t want to end up in the hospital with Pitocin and an epidural. With a homebirth we were unlikely to have to abide by the same ridiculous standards that hospitals do, but I still had a lot…
