My Master

A few days ago, my boys and I visited a local museum as part of a field trip with our homeschooling group. Because I had understood the description of the field trip to have something to do with the history of electricity, I was completely unprepared for the experience that I had once we arrived. The first exhibit the guide took us through was on women pioneer artists of the Red River Valley. The exhibit primarily featured two women, one whose name was Annie Stein. As I began looking through the photos, paintings and historical artifacts, something about Annie Stein's life seemed eerily similar to my own. Annie did not view herself as a "professional" artist. She never received formal art education, and anything she learned about her art (which started with oil paintings and morphed into photography, among other things), she learned on her own by trial and error. While other, more notorious artists were gaining experience and inspiration from classically trained master artists, Annie was being trained and inspired by The Master. One of her quotes was,

"Do not criticize me harshly, for God is my Master."

Annie began her career by painting portraits of her family members from photographs. Eventually, she became interested in portrait photography and set up a studio in her home (at the exhibit, there were even photos of her makeshift home-studio, as well as a display of some of the furniture she had in her studio!). She was inspired by the things around her in her world, and by things she saw in magazines and books. She would keep a record of the things that inspired her in scrapbooks. I felt like Annie and I were kindred spirits, separated by 100 years. I have never considered myself a "professional". When it comes to my photography, I have always felt like maybe I ended up here through some circumstances I did not provoke.

I will never forget the story relayed to me by my Isaac. At church one night, he heard about a recent missions trip some of the attenders had went on to Nepal. One of them told a story about a woman who had children and whose husband had left the family. She had no way to support herself or her children. Unable to become employed, her and her children would surely die in poverty. One night, this woman described that Jesus appeared to her in a dream and taught her how to weave. After this dream, the woman was able to put this skill to use to support her family by selling the items she had woven. Somehow, this woman, too, is my sister. We are not separated by years, but by an ocean.  I know I am not living in poverty.  I know I am blessed to live here in America, surrounded by family who can help us when need be. However, like this young woman in Nepal, I needed a way to help provide for my family. God gave me this gift. So many times I look at the portraits I create and think to myself, "I shouldn't be able to do this." He has made me better than I would be without Him, I know this is true. Truly, "God is my Master."

You Right Now

(double click photos)
Right now, you are 15 months and 10 days old. And you are busy. Very, very busy.

You love the dog.  You hug him and yank on his beard and follow him around all day long.  He doesn't mind.  He loves you, too.  With all of his heart.

Sometimes, you make me come undone.  You are so beautiful and soft and I love every, single inch of you.

I love those baby cheeks.  I know they won't be that way very much longer.  Your pudgy little hands will look like those of a big boy before I even know it.

You love The Wiggles.  I am not sure what it is about grown men dancing and singing in brightly colored shirts, but you adore them.  You also love Elmo. 

I am not sure if you ever play with your toys.  Your favorite things are the remote control, mama's cell phone and the plastic cups and bowls in the kitchen cupboards. You love playing basketball with your brothers in the basement, and will carry a basketball around the house everywhere.  Lately, I feel like I am constantly rescuing you from some dangerous situation you have found yourself in.  On top of the kitchen table.  Climbing onto the stove.  Finding some sharp object (sharpened pencils are your current fave) to poke yourself in the eye with.  Your guardian angel is working overtime these days (and so am I).

You love your big brothers.  You adore your Papa.  After Mama, he's the next person in line you want to take you. Sometimes, you get mad.  And when you do...watch out!  You like to pinch and scratch anyone in your way.

You love crackers.  You found a bag of your brother's infamous cheezits one day, and you were hooked.  You have stopped loving anything healthy for you.  But, I persevere.  I keep putting it on your tray.  You keep dropping it to the floor for the dog (no wonder he loves you).

I look at you, and can't believe you're mine.  I love this stage, as busy as it is.  I fall in love with you more each day.  You are the absolute love of my days.