The long awaited dream is finally a reality. The launch of my website! I could have never come this far without the unwavering love, support, encouragement, and kindness that all of you who are reading this blog have shown to me over the past few years. You have been the wind under my wings, and your prayers have been my comfort and strength.
To those of you who really know me, you will read this and feel the love, truth, and passion that is authentically me. You know that I love holding your hand, listening, and loving you through life's difficult trials. You know how my cherished career took a sudden, and unexpected turn. You know that I was lost. You know that I was afraid of how I would support my family. You know my heart was broken and that I prayed for His guidance.
I felt like Forrest Gump when the love of his life packed her bags and left him in the night without any warning, no understanding of why, and not sure what the future would hold. So, just like Forrest, on that day, for no particular reason, I decided to go for a little run. God showed me the most beautiful sunrise from the Old Pitt Street Bridge. So I ran to the end of the road. God showed me a beautiful and mighty oak tree, with roots that ran deep and wide into the earth, that were twisted and strong, but could not be moved by the storms that threaten year after year. And when I got there, I thought maybe I’d run to the end of town. God showed me the most beautiful rainbow, not just one rainbow, but two rainbows, side by side, and I was reminded of His promise that somewhere over the rainbow dreams really do come true. And when I got there, I thought maybe I’d just run across Mount Pleasant. God showed me a marsh that was lit golden by the rays of the sun, and a majestic heron that posed for me and begged me to share with the world how beautifully he was created. And I figured, since I ran this far, maybe I’d just run across the causeway to Sullivan’s Island. And that’s what I did.
For no particular reason I just kept on running. I ran clear to the ocean. God showed me the most beautiful sunset that made the sky and sea burn with fire. And when I got there, I figured, since I’d gone this far, I might as well turn around, and just keep on going. I persevered, I cried, I had moments of fear and doubt, but I never lost faith, and I just kept on running. I prayed, and begged for the Holy Spirit to teach me, and I found great comfort and joy in the blessings of the breathtaking images I was experiencing. I took photos of beautiful sunrises, sunsets, Lowcountry streams, marshes, birds, beaches, or anything that brought my heart joy.
The image outside the window was like looking at a fairytale land. Like a portal to a Narnia-like place where Aslan ruled and sang forth the heavens and the earth. The sky was the most beautiful blue and swept with pink clouds, the grass was lush green, and streams of pure clean water flowed. I saw the most beautiful future that was predestined and designed just for me. A new job, a new talent, and a way to use my gifts to be a daily blessing to all that wanted see.
I thought of the passage in Psalms 90:12 - "Teach us to number our days, that we may gain a heart of wisdom." In this process I began to change. I was becoming stronger, wiser, and more aware of the bigger picture of life. I knew that God had removed the veil of a hidden talent and it was to be used to bring Him glory. As soon as I surrendered, everything started falling into place. God was shutting many doors to keep me from entering into a place I did not belong, and then suddenly, opened a window and the sweetest breeze came rushing through. I pray you love my photography, and I know it will bring joy and comfort to so many of you.
To quote C. S. Lewis...
"We are, not metaphorically but in very truth, a Divine work of art, something that God is making, and therefore something with which He will not be satisfied until it has a certain character. Here again we come up against what I have called the "intolerable compliment." Over a sketch made idly to amuse a child, an artist may not take much trouble: he may be content to let it go even though it is not exactly as he meant it to be. But over the great picture of his life-the work which he loves, though in a different fashion, as intensely as a man loves a woman or a mother a child-he will take endless trouble-and would doubtless, thereby give endless trouble to the picture if it were sentient. One can imagine a sentient picture, after being rubbed and scraped and re-commenced for the tenth time, wishing that it were only a thumb-nail sketch whose making was over in a minute. In the same way, it is natural for us to wish that God had designed for us a less glorious and less arduous destiny; but then we are wishing not for more love but for less."