What would the world look like if we all loved like Jesus???

Man, that kind of vision blows me away!

Early morning ramblings

Bad dreams and troubling thoughts make for a sleepless night.  

My battery is about to die, and the charger is upstairs, so this will be yet another short entry.  

Why do I constantly wear my heart on my sleeve?  I'm too vulnerable, but I feel like it's betraying how I really feel to do otherwise.  What is a good way to balance this?  

Why do I cling so tightly to the things and people God has blessed me with, and fear them being taken away so much if I really trust in Him?  I've been reading a lot in Proverbs lately about what it means to have a reverence for the Lord and what that looks like.  And also, if I really trust that He is a God who doesn't break His promises, then I do have nothing to fear.  My hope should fully be in Him, all of my expectations placed on a God who will fulfill all of them.  I need to acknowledge Him in all areas of my life, seeing Him work in everything.

Lord, show me what it means to trust!

I'm a summer student.  So weird.

I surrender.

Yesterday, I:

-Dyed my hair (or colored, if you prefer)

-Saw Ben Folds!!  (He nodded at me and Tricia several times)

-Scared Rachel Mills' in-laws

Tomorrow:  (or technically today)

First time shooting a wedding as the main photographer all by myself.

Deep, deep breaths.

Henrietta's Terror: Part Two

... Suddenly, Henrietta felt a cold white hand on his shoulder.  He turned around slowly, and saw not one hand, but twelve!  They were tiny hands, fit to kill a bee though, and pressed down on his small shoulder with intensity.  He shrieked and tried to run away, but realized that more hands had grabbed ahold of his ankles.  He tripped and fell face down on the grass.  Before he could realize what was happening, he was dragged down a hole at the base of the rose bush.

Henrietta felt the darkness enclosing around him, and tried to scream but no sound escaped his mouth.  Moments later, Henrietta fell onto a flat, warm surface and he realized that he was indeed deep in the earth.  He heard the thundering of many footsteps coming towards him, and although he could see nothing, he felt.  An overwhelming feeling of oppression trickled down his whole body and Henrietta was paralyzed in place.  A voice suddenly boomed, "GIVE US BACK OUR COLOR!"  

The little prince could only assume it was the flower come to life, on steroids!  He stuttered and tried to produce moaning sounds into words, but to no avail.  The monstrous flower reached for Henrietta's ankles and soon he was hanging upside down by a huge rooted head of a thing.

...To be continued.

Stay tuned for the next installment of Henrietta's Terror.  (I won't wait so long next time to continue the story... maybe tomorrow)