When I was in seminary, I was adopted by several spiritual mothers. Many of these women were unmarried or had no children of their own, and they poured into me by mentoring, listening, praying, and investing in me. I had moved to Boston when I was twenty-two, knowing no one, packing my Ford Escort to the
She went early, while it was still dark- on a morning like this. John 20 provides the details. She went to the tomb–she who had stood beside his mother at the crucifixion, who had been there when they buried him–now she comes in the early morning to annoint his body. But he is not there. She
Tommorrow is Maundy Thursday, which sounds ancient and mysterious. In many ways, it stands at the divide between the Cross and the rest of time–the entrance into a moment toward which all of history had pointed, a moment that would be referenced by every moment to come. “Maundy” is the old word for mandate. On
A year ago, I opened my first studio space. I’d been in business for about two years, and had been working only on location. There was a building in our historic distric that I had been stalking–I loved the balcony, the proximity to a thousand fabulous locations for outdoor portraits, and the location, location, location.
Sometimes the path is not clear; we are called to step back and reflect on the faithfulness of of the one who loves us and has promised to lead us.
Focus. I don’t know about you, but learning to focus seems to be one of my ongoing challenges. It’s not that I can’t do it. I’m capable of tuning out absolutely everything when I am engaged with a project. But a lot of the time I feel like my browser with every single window
Sometimes you realize the it all comes down to what you love the most.