My new niche...

My fascination for photography has grown deeper and deeper over the past couple weeks. And I am thankful that I have gorgeous friends who are willing to be my guinea pig for the day! Here are some shots from today with my girl Caitlin. 

Thanks Caitlin! :)

A season for everything

Thanks to Coastline Imagery (a.k.a. The Dirt Life)

I've noticed throughout my life that along with the weather, there are seasons in life. What do I mean by this? Of course at some point, one must exchange the beach cover-ups and light sundresses in their closet for the oversized flannel shirts and corduroy pants (which I am proud to say I do not own one pair).  But this is not what I am speaking of. Everyone, I'm sure, has heard the saying "there's a season for everything". And the more I ponder the meaning of it, the more I believe it. Let me explain. 

Start with Spring. April showers do bring May flowers, blah blah blah. Around this time of year, prom dresses are bought, diplomas are signed and plans are made for the summer. Most of things happening in the Spring, if not all of them, are positive. It serves as a kick off to Summer. 

Summer is a different story. Although it is a time of carefree sunny days and a surplus of late night star-gazing, it is jam packed with Summer jobs and the dreaded countdown to the coming school year. And if you live in Beaufort, it consists of long days at the sandbar and an unnecessary amount of money spent at the annual Water Festival. But if there is one thing that you have observed about me from reading my blog, it is that the roar of a boat motor and the twang of a country song does not function as a cradle song. Therefore my Summers are quite the opposite of most of those who reside in this seaside town. 

Then comes Fall, which at one time in my life, I looked forward to. Don't get me wrong, I would much rather the weather consist of dreary days where the temperature never rises above 50 degrees and it is acceptable for me to wear my hair in what seems to be a rats nest on top of my head. But for some reason, Fall has consisted solely of change and times when I wondered why these things were happening. I apologize for the cheesy comment that I am about to make. But to me, it seems as though things tend to "fall apart" in Fall. At least for me they do. And these are all things that are impossible to hide from. One encounters the stress of the new school year that was placed on the back burner during summer. If a senior in high school, you are faced with a complicated compilation of decisions concerning college. (THAT'S ME!) It also marks the start of a new work year. Which I am sure if you're an adult, the word "work" brings along a certain level of stress all on it's own. Emotions are amplified due to the dramatic feeling of colder weather and the feeling/fear of being lonely seems tragic as the holidays are at an arms length away. The combination of these things send you into a downward spiral to a bottom less pit where the only thing to do is question what decision it was that you made that led you here. But do not fear, winter is near!

It's the most wonderful time of the year. Along comes winter where the joy of Christmas seems to surpass all of the feelings of emptiness. It is a time when families gather under one roof to celebrate a time when the world would be changed by the first breath taken by a precious baby boy. A time when you set aside the harsh feelings and the grudges that have been brewing inside of you during Fall, and you simply enjoy the company of those closest to you. A time when one is given the chance to fill, and if you're lucky, overflow, your 'love cup'. Can you tell I love Christmas? Then New Years comes along and we get to wrap up the past 365 days and start fresh. Only to encounter spring again. Then summer. Then fall. You know how the rest goes. 

Today is September 24, 2013. Yesterday I cried. Today I am frustrated. And now I am worried. All of which are signals that something, if anything, is falling apart. But I've come to realize that things falls apart so that other things can fall together.  

So the countdown beings. T minus 86 days until winter. 

"There are far better things ahead than any we leave behind." -C.S. Lewis

South Sudan, here I come!

Thought I would share something that I have been working on with my faithful, blog-reading friends.

Hey there!

What a year it has been! Things have most definitely shifted since I wrote to you last. I have a larger and more vivid vocabulary, my hair is a lot darker than it used to be, and I now hold the title of a high school ‘senior’. Crazy right? I am starting to understand more clearly the meaning of living in the moment. These moments don’t stick around long enough. One minute I am walking into my kindergarten class, I blink, and I am filling out college applications. But this year is going to be so much more than scholarships and all-nighters. Brace yourself.

It is that time again! That time of the year when I send out a letter containing a description of my newest endeavor and a large amount of money at the bottom of the page, in hopes that one would feel drawn to share a portion of their earnings with a gal like me. But I can assure you that this is much more than that.

I feel as if I have always had a heart for missions. And that is something you hear quite often these days. But it is true. (This is not new news to you.) I have had an ever-present desire to experience, immerse myself in, and explore foreign soil. Not for myself, but for God and those who I am called to serve.  Which is, well, every one. With that said, I might as well cut to the chase.

The afternoon of October 27^th, 2013 will be a very hectic and exciting day for me and four other members of our church (Seaside Vineyard Fellowship). On this day, we will depart for South Sudan. Yes, you read that correctly. The common response I have received when telling people where I am going is, “Why in the world would you want to do that?” Psshh.

That’s an easy question with an even easier answer. My God. My people. My world. My heart. All of which are connected to each other, but are individual reasons why I’m taking on such a task and what many consider as a risk. We (as humans), are called by GOD to love the PEOPLE of the WORLD from the depths of our HEARTS.

Being one of the World’s most infant country, South Sudan has become more common in a conversation amongst geography gurus. With more than 11,000,000 people and a land area just a bit smaller than that of Texas, it is safe to say that they are lacking a few things: water and a stable economy being a couple of those. Without these things, the simple resources and necessities that are needed to maintain a country much less keep their people alive are not obtainable. No, I cannot provide billions of dollars to help with their economic situation, and I cannot supply them with all the water they will ever need. But I can love them. Some on our team have already been there many times dealing with basic needs such as medical and water. They have invited us into their lives. While in South Sudan, our team will be leaving a trail throughout a handful of different villages. 75% of what I will be doing is building relationships with the people there. That’s what planting churches is all about (which is the goal of this trip). Whether it is by playing soccer, praying with them, or even a simple game of patty cake. I will quickly become enamored by their smiles, catch their contagious laughs, and watch their hearts grow. I already love them more than I could ever imagine. Most days I am not sure if my heart can hold anymore love for a place I have never been to and for people I have never met.

This is where you come in. As cliché as it sounds, this trip is impossible without you. $3,000. Now for a middle-aged adult with a steady job, that may be a piece of cake. But that is not I, unfortunately. Granted, we are orchestrating many fundraisers as part of the team building process in order to bring in money from the community. But one can only sell so many chicken dinner tickets. With that said, I have two tasks for you. Send me to Africa: both financially and in prayer. By doing that, you are just as much involved in this mission as I am.

I will be updating my blog as often as possible while I am there. You can find me at www.sorefeetchronicles.blogspot.com. I can’t wait to tell you all about it!

Much love,

lils

There you have it! My official support letter for this amazing endeavor I am about to experience. Only 46 more days!

 

Yellow

As I lounge in the fairly worn out leather chair positioned in the back left corner of my living room, I am spending my night enriching my life. Sounds pretty serious right? Contrary to what that statement may SOUND like, I am actually doing something that requires no effort or thought. 

Thanks to Netflix, I am enthralled in "Coldplay Live 2012". I feel as though that is pretty self explanatory. For those of you who are not aware of what I am speaking of (you must live under a rock if you don't know who Coldplay is), they are the epitome of pure genius. Over the years, they have produced a timeless compilation of music that is the perfect recipe of meaningful lyrics and catchy melodies that you will remember after listening to one time. Antyways! What I am watching is a concert video from their Mylo Xyloto tour in 2012. Being two songs in, and as my eyes are attempting to follow the psychedelic lights and neon colors, I am sent into a state of deja vu. Chris Martin began to play the instrumental introduction to "Yellow" on his spray painted up-right piano and I knew exactly what song it was within seconds. I guess that's what comes along with being obsessed with music.

August 6, 2009 Zach and I took a road trip to Charlotte, North Carolina where that night we would attend a leg of the Viva La Vida tour. 

Although it was a birthday present from me to him, you could say it was a gift to myself as well. I was only twelve, but I must say that I had fabulous taste in music and I knew that they were one of Zach's favorite bands. Our general admission tickets were on the lawn and I was absolutely fine with that. It gave us the opportunity to really take in all that was going on. I would say about three quarters of the way through the show, the lights went out and on came a spotlight that began to follow the gang away from the stage. We didn't really understand what was going on until they made their way to a small stage that was only 100 yards away, I would say. I grasped the hand of the lady behind me (never really had stranger danger as you can tell) and we sprinted to get as close as we could. Zach followed close behind me. As cheesy as it sounds, that was an extremely exhilarating moment. 

That picture right there was taken with no zoom. And I am not lying, I promise. You should be jealous.  Needless to say, it was an amazing night and I am so grateful that I got to share it with Zachary. It will remain as one of my favorite memories. He is the best person to go to concerts with. There is nothing like watching some one you love very much watch something they love with a sense of awe in their eyes. It's a beautiful thing. 

Just in case you were one of those crazy people who have been living under a rock, here are a handful of my favorite Coldplay songs. Old and new.