So, this picture is about relflection (The thing I'm bad at). We also took a picture of our feet: one set very small, one a woman's size six, one a man's size 10... Very fun picture...
But, this one is about my most powerful calling: my family...
What do you wish you reflected more upon
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it makes me really sad how big Caroline is, and I've only seen her the one time. I didn't even mean to see her that time, you were just holding her (in your hand) when you opened the door for the flowers. I'm glad I got to see her then at least.
This sounds so Christian cliche, so I already hate it, but I really do wish I spent more time reflecting on the beauty of God. I spend most of my days walking around as an artistic snob--judging beauty, deeming beauty. I look at paintings, sculpture, tactile art that I credit to human hands. I have convinced myself that only we create beauty. That it exists because talented people take risks and share their hearts and put down on mediums the stuff that is deep inside of all of us. As true as that may be, it's hardly all of the truth. I forget about God being a creator. The true artist. That he not only gifts the people I study and love, but he created things that can't even be tagged with descriptors. I hate that I forget that. I wish that I was forced to sit and think about just that for an hour every day--It would change my small-minded life.
Well, this used to be a "random-thoughts blog". For this season, it is primarily a way for my family to keep our extended family (you) up to date on our story.
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it makes me really sad how big Caroline is, and I've only seen her the one time. I didn't even mean to see her that time, you were just holding her (in your hand) when you opened the door for the flowers. I'm glad I got to see her then at least.
I like these pictures blazer.
This sounds so Christian cliche, so I already hate it, but I really do wish I spent more time reflecting on the beauty of God. I spend most of my days walking around as an artistic snob--judging beauty, deeming beauty. I look at paintings, sculpture, tactile art that I credit to human hands. I have convinced myself that only we create beauty. That it exists because talented people take risks and share their hearts and put down on mediums the stuff that is deep inside of all of us. As true as that may be, it's hardly all of the truth. I forget about God being a creator. The true artist. That he not only gifts the people I study and love, but he created things that can't even be tagged with descriptors. I hate that I forget that. I wish that I was forced to sit and think about just that for an hour every day--It would change my small-minded life.
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