Photography and Me...

I have no claim to fame when it comes to the artistry in photo's. I am simply a mesmerised amateur who knows how to push a button and let the auto focus do it's job!

I am a visual learner and thus photography has always captured my attention. I long for the times when I can jump in my car and drive aimlessly into the country side engaging in it's beauty or when I am surrounded by loved ones who often nip at me for making them the focus of my attention through my Rebel's lens.

I am learning - to engage, to capture.

Let this be a place to seek advice and be inspired...

Fields of Alberta

Heading into the beautiful Rocky Mountains - taken out of my truck window

My handsom lil men!

Vancouver Island Veggitation

Alberta Summer

Canadian Badlands

When he comes home...

Monday - Friday he's living in Calgary as he finishes up schooling for welding and I have to admit that at times it's nice having the house to myself once again. 

Please don't get me wrong, I miss him terribly when we're apart. But in spite of that, I would be lying if I didn't admit to the pleasure I feel in leaving the dishes just because I can or to simply have a bowl of cereal for supper if I don't feel like cooking or to leave my socks on the couch where I slipped them off before falling asleep while watching Dancing With The Stars ...

All things I hate to do when he comes home!

Why?

Because when he comes home I love to see him smile.

I love to see his face when our tiny home is as tidy as can be after a period of chaos due to busy work schedules.

I love listening to the noises he makes when he eats a meal that I've poured myself into making even if they are forced because I may have royally messed one or two of those dinners up.

I love to watch him fall asleep in my arms on the couch after he's worked hard all week even if it means I have to put his socks in the laundry basket myself.

Life isn't always peachy but it often contain roses when he comes home. Delicate creations that are enchanting to admire and breath in. I realize that the thorns can cause deep pain if not handled in a gracious manner but as we learn and grow together we realize that none of these wounds are insurmountable by the healing grace of forgiveness and love. At times it might be love for each other that can only come from our Jehovah Jireh, our Provider, but it is there...

Monday is gone now and there will be 3 more days where I will only hear his voice for a few minutes on the phone before we drift to sleep. So I keep my hands busy and look forward to when he comes home to me.

Just another day...

It's just another day it seems. An overcast, chilly spring day. The date is not a mark the calendar kind. I've done 6 loads of laundry with 3 more to go. Dishes are waiting, the bathroom needs scrubbing, my floors need attention from my hands and knees and we all know that the hallways outside my little home would love to be freed from the muddy trails that have made their way in from shoes worn out... Yes it is just another day.

                              

My heart, however, tells me otherwise. There is something about this day that brings an overwhelming sense of emotion. Some would say "Oh, she's just being an artist today" and I smile to myself thinking "Thank you" because I've been learning that it is not always a bad thing.

                                      
I have experienced 9,780 days thus far on this earth and each one of those has been as different from each other as any one thing in this world.

How can it be "Just another day" when each one is comprised of completely different tasks, events, people or a lack there of? When each moment carries a different emotion or feeling or desire?

It can't.


We can let ourselves believe it is because it's often easier to just carry on as if there is nothing really important to concern ourselves with.

But it's not Truth.

The truth is: there isn't one moment in time, one strand on a persons head, one grain of sand that is like any other of it's kind and yet we so often choose to ignore the sign's.

The truth is: I have another opportunity to serve my neighbours today through my "cleaning lady" job. I have another chance to say "I've missed you this week" by preparing our home for his arrival. I have another moment that is given to me in order to feel their touch and love through the pain and long for the ones far away and pray with the ones here today... 

"Just another day", my heart says you will have no place in my time-table.

                                    

"God saw all that He had made, and behold, it was very good. And there was evening and there was morning, the sixth day."  Genesis 1:31

Rumor Has It...

It just seems to be the way it often goes in this crazy thing called life. It has become a phrase that brings laughter to my beloved and I - now that is. Rumor hasn't always been a thing of joy but we've decided to turn it into good...


This blog "Rumor Has It..." is for you - our family and friends. A way to keep in touch through the many miles that seperate. To let you know the truth of God's moving in our life together.


We look forward to keeping in touch and sharing with you how He shapes and molds us into the likeness of Himself.


I won't promise to write every day, maybe not even every week, but it is a simple way for you to keep in touch with us here.