My co-worker, Chelsea. We've been trying to set up a time for a shot for awhile -- so we ran out in the rain on Friday for 15 minutes during work and just made it happen.
This picture is from yesterday. I received bad news today, but pictures like this evoke a sense of exploration and possibility, and comfort. During this Pentecost season, I've learned that the new-found Christians at their time shared meals together with "sincere hearts" and gave to one another in need.
This past weekend I went to an event where homeless people shared their stories. Some had bounced back in amazing ways, others were still the midst of it. Not everyone was doing well.
This is Richard who, though he was "a bit hungover," still wanted to share that he loved life and loved us. Jesus, loving others, and faith were common themes in almost every story, regardless of the current circumstance. It's easy to overlook, but having something to ground you -- a foundation -- can take people much further than they would otherwise be able to go. I needed to take a picture this weekend, I felt it in my bones. First I went under a bridge and got very muddy, and was ultimately unsuccessful. Then I tried to fly, fell and was unsuccessful. Then this happened. The title comes from the movie "The Chumscrubber" which is largely about ignoring important things that need or deserve our attention in favor of things that are comfortable to us.
Lake Atitlan, Guatemala.
I don't travel as much as I used to. I don't see the sights of China, or something unique everyday. I don't hear the same sounds, or feel the pull of a street begging to be explored, or a meal to be tried, or a situation to stumble upon. Instead, in Dallas, I see the same thing every day. But the same thing is screaming to be noticed. A harsh divide of have and have not's, of great and terrible choices, of things deserved and undeserved. And there are moments, only now, which feel like the breath of God leading me on. The current was so strong this day from a rain the day before -- walking out there and throwing the sheet over myself was a little spooky for real.
But this became about Peter and walking out on water from the boat. There was no hesitation in the grasp of the hand as Peter sank. It's not that I don't have anything to say -- it's that I want to keep saying the same things over and over.
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