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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i’m sitting down today and i WILL finish writing about my guatemala missions trip. no, i won’t be able to do the two weeks justice. no, i won’t be able to summarize all thirty pages of my journal in this last post… but that’s okay. if i sit here and wait for the day when i feel like my writing adequately can wrap up the trip, i’ll never write. sometimes done is better than perfect. amen, anyone?
thanks for all your lovely comments about part one of my guatemala missions trip blog post. there are already a few things i’m remembering i want to go back and add to the first post: stories, quotes, thoughts. that’ll always be the case though. so i’m going to leave it and keep writing.
i’ve been wanting to blog about guatemala ever since i got home on november 29, 2010. i don’t know where to start. i chose all the pictures i want to blog. scrolling through my six-hundred images, i relived those twelve days again as i have countless times before. that’s what i love about photography. i picked about one hundred images. i resized them all, spread them out over three blog post drafts, now i have to write. i have to sum up this crazy experience: those twelve days in a country i did not know, surrounded with a culture i had not experienced, alongside people i knew, yes, but really did not know. acquaintances. a couple friends. mainly people i saw a few moments each week at youth group. certainly not people i lived with daily.
i’m going to guatemala. thursday. flying out of vancouver international airport at a ridiculous morning hour. i’m traveling with twenty other teenagers/young adults from my church: christian life assembly. i have way too many thoughts about this trip. i feel like only since this past weekend have i arrived at a healthy, excited place. i’ve never been on a missions trip, i’ve never seen anything close to the third world. sure, take a walk downtown eastside vancouver and i’ve seen poverty and drugs and filth. i’m not ignorant. i’ve never seen a country of poverty though… know what i mean? missions trips were emphasized in the high school i went to; i never felt called to go. i didn’t want to be [excuse my awful, rude, generalization] another private school rich christian kid who wanted a trip to somewhere exciting like africa. [not that that is a fair representation of everyone’s heart.] i just knew that when i was supposed to serve in this way, God would prompt me. i love the local church–i’ve never had this “missionary” dream.