my happenings

so we’re off to beautiful boone, nc to shoot a wedding this weekend and when we get back it will be our turn to stand in front of the camera. my heart has begun to race just typing the words. we’ve been together for 14 years and have never had professional pictures taken.  not even at our wedding  - but that’s another story for another day. shameful, i know. to say that i am anxious would be an understatement. i just don’t like to have my picture taken. there, i said it. so sad, but oh so true. and if  i’m really honest, what it all boils down to is self image. and so i have these conversations with myself that go something like this: why is it that the upper half of my body doesn’t quite match up with my lower half and i photograph all lopsided looking? and i love dad but of all the things i could’ve inherited from him how come i had to get his oversized nose? why couldn’t i have gotten his olive skin that tans when he thinks about the sun or his dark wavy hair instead of this stick straight mousy stuff that could really use a few highlights? and then only by grace, the thoughts come to a screeching halt and i hear whispers of truth. you are My child. (isaiah 43:1), My thoughts toward you are precious. mmmm…..more please. I am for you. (romans 8:31)  you are fearfully and wonderfully made (psalm 139:14) heart slows back down and i’m back to my senses. and besides, i’m going to be in the hands of a very talented and capable photographer and in the arms of a very knowing and sexy man and it’s going to be fine. oh, and i’ll also have a bottle of red wine and these babies on my feet. 

yes, i should be juuuuuust fine.