Obedient Fear

Obedient Fear

Do the thing that scares you

Look into the eyes of grace

And go where you dreamed on your darkest night

Do the thing that you haven’t been able to hear

For fears heartbeat pounding loudly in your ear

Are you where you want to be

Or sitting on your hands

Afraid of the clenched fist that they might become

Do the thing that scares you

Learn to love, with grace and forgiveness and trust

Do the thing that scares you.

And He who breathes heavenly hope into our hearts will not deceive or fail us when we press forward toward its realization. ~Streams in the Desert 3.26.~

Let me just say that 2015 has started off weird, not bad, just weird.  Namely I am sensing change is needed and realizing that most times that requires that I get up and do something about whatever is going on in my life.  Granted there are times life changes everything for you and there is very little you can do but hold on and enjoy the ride, but sometimes, sometimes the change most certainly starts when you confront that part of you that’s been scared of the great big what if sitting in the room.  And the following thought has been my diving board to the deep end of the pool.

Do the thing that scares you, the thing you look at wish could be apart of your resume of life.

I do not know how to quilt or really sew for that matter. Up until two weeks ago the last thing I had sewn of significance was a placemat project with my Aunt Ardene. I was trying to raise money for basketball trip overseas and hiring myself out for odd jobs. She decided it was time for me to learn to sew and that my first project would be learning the Lincoln log quilting pattern (it is every bit as ridiculous as it sounds).

(photo credit http://madlibster.blogspot.com/2013/05/alphabet-quilt.html)

Yup, that is it right there, each of those is a separate piece of fabric that has been cut out and then sewn together. I am pretty sure I heard brain cells exploding when she sat me down in front of the machine to start the whole thing.

Anyhow for each one of the completed squares (the above pattern is one square and mine were a little bigger) she would pay me $0.25, so basically it was the beginning of indentured servitude. I finished 4 squares, enough for one placemat (you are welcome Thompson family reunion) and then begged her for anything else to do, like scrubbing toilets. So she cut me loose and Melissa somehow got roped into doing the project and I decided that I would never ever sew again… ever.

Flash forward 15 years, I decided to try something that scared me quit frankly. You see Aunt Ardene was something of an artist, she painted with fabric, yes it was a blanket, a quilt, by all logical definitions, but art tends to defy both logic and definition, because it tugs at emotions that you were unaware of running beneath the still and silent surface. In the back of my mind I didn’t want to mess with memories happy, sad, or otherwise but I looked at my Mom and showed her some pictures of patchwork couches and said ‘Do you think we could do this?’

Do the thing that scares you.

What’s the worse thing that could happen, it wouldn’t look good? At least I could say I tried.

It is so easy to guard myself by the boundaries of things that scare me, it’s safe, I don’t get scars, you know those pesky emotional ones, especially when I stick only with what I know.

Do the thing that scares you.

It keeps echoing in my head, like a mantra I have been unaware of up until now because the pounding of my heart has been hiding this very simple truth, I am made of much more than I know.

::Zach&Betsy::

I don’t know that this day could have been much more fun.  This bride and groom were clearly surrounded by people they loved and those people in return loved them back just as fiercely.  It was a day full of fun memories, from the flower girl ‘being in charge’, to the dj’s computer dyeing momentarily leaving the brides sister to sing an impromptu version of the Beaches hit ‘Wind beneath My Wings’ for the first dance (though she may have changed the lyrics to ‘did you ever know that I’m your hero’ because older sisters are prone to such silliness), to the best man letting us all know that Batman and Betsy really are the best.

So Zach and Betsy, congrats, may the years only season your love and your friendships only become sweeter.

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::K&A Family::

Little kids are a bit dodgy sometimes and sometimes its a bit of a guessing game as to what they will do and when they will do it.  However this afternoon with little M and his parents was blast; there was the random dog that showed up, and the couple with the amazing walking sticks and then the see-saw and between all those things we got some real grins out of the little dude.  It also helps when you have awesome good looking parents to work with as well.  Thanks again for letting me document part of the day for you guys, enjoy.K&A (1 of 92) K&A (3 of 92) K&A (20 of 92) K&A (27 of 92) K&A (33 of 92) K&A (35 of 92) K&A (44 of 92) K&A (48 of 92) K&A (50 of 92) K&A (51 of 92) K&A (55 of 92) K&A (56 of 92) K&A (64 of 92) K&A (67 of 92) K&A (68 of 92) K&A (79 of 92) K&A (82 of 92)

::Jeremy & Maureen::

October was a fun month for me and this wedding was one of the reasons for it.  The weather was almost unseasonably warm but rather perfect to be truthful.  That being said this bridal party was clearly a group of friends who love being around one another and laughing,  because they did plenty of that all day long.  It was a beautiful day to begin a lifetime of amazing memories, thanks again Jeremy and Maureen for letting me be a part of the day in a small way.j&m (9 of 390) j&m (12 of 390) j&m (15 of 390) j&m (26 of 390) j&m (27 of 390) j&m (35 of 390) j&m (102 of 390) j&m (115 of 390) j&m (136 of 390) j&m (140 of 390) j&m (147 of 390) j&m (175 of 390) j&m (210 of 390) j&m (213 of 390) j&m (240 of 390) j&m (246 of 390) j&m (266 of 390) j&m (277 of 390) j&m (284 of 390) j&m (294 of 390) j&m (297 of 390) j&m (305 of 390) j&m (317 of 390)

The Picky Pixie

I have been photographing this kid since she wasn’t much bigger than piglet and honestly it was this first photo shoot with her and her parents that I realized how much I loved taking pictures of people and not just nature.  I mean, come on, look at this tiny pixie here.Addy (26 of 37) Addy (18 of 37)

She really was just a wee piglet at that point.

Anyhow, in between my weddings last month I had the opportunity to hang out with the slightly taller and ever more picky pixie.  Who only exuded her joy for shoes, running around aimlessly and dancing in the leaves to Disney songs…something I am pretty sure we could all be doing more of.  I loved every moment of that afternoon, even being paid in acorns and pebbles by a 2.5 year old.

Hopefully these make you smile as much as they make me.

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