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“The sea called my soul… And I answered with all my heart.”

That time when you decided instead of fearing the sea to fall deeply in love with it. So much so that your Uncle Craig leaned over to me and said that he could totally see you traveling the world in search of the next wave. And you surprised me yet again. Reminding me that I cannot possibly predict your potential based on your past. Or mine. And why is it that even while I struggle against the strangulation of my own shortcomings at the same time I seem to shackle you with them? And why do I lay awake at night crying over the things that I cannot do and spend my waking hours crippling you with them?

Because, yes, you are my mini me in so many ways. And yet, you are so much more than me in all the ways.

“I shiver, thinking how easy it is to be totally wrong about people – to see one tiny part of them and confuse it for the whole” (Lauren Oliver, Before I Fall).

Please, Lord, give me the eyes to see her and love her as you do. And not through the lens of my own limitations and battles with sin. Please don’t let me place the weight of my journey of faith & redemption on her little shoulders as her own will be enough burden to bear. May you use me to untangle the knots that so easily ensnare her instead of my tendency to tie them around her even tighter…

And even though I know that you have much to overcome, I do not want to place you in a box and assume I know what will be inside when I open it. Instead may I stand in wonder as you are free to unwrap yourself fully and reveal the amazing gift that you are to this broken world, your mama’s heart included.

You make me want to brave the depths of the sea and my soul and not be afraid of drowning in the darkness that I may find there. You are the salt in my water, the sand on my beach, the sun on my skin and the waves in my sea. You cleanse, you chafe, you comfort and you challenge me.

You make me better. And may I find the courage & strength to return the favor, my beloved sea nymph – Emmylou.

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That time we closed down the beach at Tybee Island. And the men in the house battled for the right to be called king of pong. And little resisted a sand cleansing shower so that the feel of summer might linger on her body a bit longer…

“One day, you will learn how to give
and receive love like an open window
and it will feel like summer every day.”
~ Sierra Mulder

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That time the stars aligned and I got to watch this transpire in front of me (from the same evening as this, just a slightly different perspective). I need to know, do they take a class on how to do this stuff or is it just their manliness coursing through their veins?

“It is the woman’s delighted yielding to the man’s lead that gives him freedom. It is the man’s willingness to take the lead that gives her freedom. Acceptance of their respective positions frees them both and whirls them into joy” (Elisabeth Elliot, Let Me Be a Woman).

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That time your daddy spent a summer evening filling up water balloons for you.

And my camera’s focus mechanism was working overtime in the light going back and forth trying to lock in on something, anything. And right before it found its focus on you, I clicked! Instead of lamenting the limitations of my entry level DSLR, I rejoice in the regal beauty of the blur.

“Photography is the art of observation. It has little to do with the things you see and everything to do with the way you see them” (Elliott Erwitt).

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That time the evening light was dancing with the fallen leaves only my soul was heavy with sorrow…

“Toys and trinkets are easily earned, but the most valuable things carry a heavy price. The story of true heroics is always the story of sacrificial blood. The greatest values and character in life are not blown randomly across our path by wayward winds, for great souls experience great sorrows” (Streams in the Desert).

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DSC_4703PINIMAGEThat time I was shooting a “story” for my final assignment in Molly Flanagan‘s class: Visual Storytelling and struggling to manage my camera settings in the changing light situations as my subjects made their way through the house, I happened to look up in time to catch a glimpse, click the shutter, and capture the three of them together – buddies.

The entire “feeding the birds” story can be viewed in this post.

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