I'm a wedding and portrait photographer living in Vancouver, BC with my husband Randy. I photographed my first wedding when I was only 17 years old - and I've photographed over 200 weddings since! I am an avid bookworm, lover of green tea, pretty nail polish & my Labradoodle Harley. Thanks for visiting!
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Our Love Story
God’s grace does not come to people who morally outperform others but to those who admit their failure to perform and who acknowledge their need for a Saviour.
I read “The Meaning of Marriage” by Timothy Keller after watching his Google talk and hearing buzz around his writings. I hope to review that book soon, but the next Keller work I needed to digest was best-selling “The Reason for God: Belief in the Age of Skepticism.” The Reason for God is separated into two sections: “The Leap of Doubt” and “The Reasons for Faith.”
Oh, for grace, to trust Him more.
Looking back, my teen years were defined by sickness. An overexercising disorder, warped body-image, hormonal imbalances, chronic fatigue, a long list of restrictive food allergies, a wonky digestive system. They were not fun. I “made it through” the loneliest, longest season of my life. Few people understand food intolerances or diagnoses like “chronic fatigue.” I tried to smile through questions, “what happens to you when you eat such and such?” and “I wish I had allergies so I was forced to eat healthier” (really?! that one used to make my blood boil.) When other girls were having sleepovers, eating junk food, shopping at the mall, I was at home, sick, fighting anxiety (it’s crazy how connected the body is; when my digestion wasn’t doing well, at least 3 other parts of my body were affected) and desperate to live a normal, carefree teenage life. (You can read in this post about my gradual healing.)
It feels fitting to blog about the Autobiography of Martin Luther King, Jr. on the actual Martin Luther King, Jr. day. I’m going to be honest and tell you I knew only 2 things about MLK up until last month. He fought for civil rights and he was assassinated. I don’t know how I went 22 years without learning more about this incredible man of God but it’s a little embarrassing. I’ll blame my Canadian heritage (MLK Jr. Day isn’t recognized here) and my age (the civil rights movement was before my time) — but wow, I want everyone to read this book.