My Wish for Her

I ‘ve been meaning to write this post for the past month. The problem is its deep. Where to start? Where to end?

A few weeks ago I was at the car wash. I was sitting outside reading a book waiting. I felt eyes on me, when I discovered who it was, it was a 7-year-old girl. Her mom was on the phone, and her little girl couldn’t get her eyes off me. It was as if she was fascinated I was reading a book. When I looked in to her eyes, I began to wish I could tell her, “You are beautiful and smart. You can do anything you dream of if you work hard, read books and never stop learning!”

I smiled at her and saw two different movies of her life pass before me. One with her knowing her value, and the other believing the lies girls grow up with. Most misunderstand their feminine power, and use their beauty for manipulation. Seeking significance in wrong places.

For thanksgiving, I visited my boyfriend side of the family. He has two young nieces. The moment they saw me they wanted to pull me into their world. The first thing I noticed was they demanded my eye contact. They wanted to look in my eyes and be heard. What a difference from my two nephews who wish I would leave them alone. My boyfriend asked me what I thought about his two nieces. When we were talking about how different girls are from boys, I began to wish I could tell them, “You are beautiful and smart. You can do anything you dream of if you work hard, read books and never stop learning!”

The third time I wished this, was when my friend was telling me a story about this 19-year-old girl who recently broke up with her boyfriend. They told me how hurt she was and the trouble she was getting herself in to. I realized our stories were similar, at age 19, I had forgotten my value too. It was then did I make a decision I would find my worth in the Father.

The moment I turned over my broken mirror to Him, my image was forever changed. Only then did I believe, “I am beautiful and smart. I can do anything I dream of if I work hard, read books and never stop learning!”

My hope is that my wish will be her reality and finds her beauty in the One who created her.

What is Beautiful

I don’t think we realize or appreciate the real beauty behind us all. We live life so fast, we don’t take the time to notice how complex and unique we all are.  We believe what is beautiful is what we see in advertisement or films, but what we all fail to do is ask the right questions about each other. What is beautiful to me is life. Through heartache or pain, celebration or victory, every event in our lives makes us who we are. It’s up to us if we let what happens in life destroy us or make us stronger.

I created these shots to suppose each thought in the poem. Enjoy.


Film: Behind the Beauty

This morning I woke up with the need to be creative in a fresh way. As I wrote some thoughts down, I suddenly imagined a short film in my head using film stills.

I would only have 24 exposure to capture the story.

It was interesting limiting myself. I knew what I wanted and I had to wait for it. Each frame was valuable.

Out of my 24 frames 6 were all I needed to tell the story. Today I had to create something honest and real.

“Create what you are most passionate about.”

Tomorrow I’ll post up the video.

A Story

First press play:

Once upon a time there was a small kitten named Baby. She had vibrant stripes that went across her back. Baby’s mother could spot her anywhere which meant Baby was often caught when up to no good. Baby loved the attention she would get from her family because of her unique fur.

One day, Baby went out side to explore. She saw something moving at the other end of the yard. She ran across to see what it was. As she approached the bushes a beautiful cat came from underneath the leaves. This cat was perfect in every way. He looked at her and nodded his head to greet her. “What are those lines across your back?” he asked her. Baby proudly answered him, “They are my stripes. My mother says I am unique.” He looked confused and responded to her, “You should make your fur a solid color like myself.” He went on to say, “The human creatures will be nicer to you and feed you the most delicious food if you do.” Baby didn’t like the way this cat was speaking to her. He was telling her to change the very thing that made her stand out from all the other city cats.  Baby took a step backwards and said, “If I change my fur then I won’t be me anymore, I would be like all the others.” The beautiful cat stuck up his nose and turned around.

Baby ran home thinking of what the cat told her. “I don’t care if he’s beautiful, I like being me.” Just then she saw her reflection in a small puddle. She thought, “There is only one of me in the entire world, why would I want to change that?” Baby then heard her mother calling out for her and ran in to her arms. Her mother said, “Baby, you are my beautiful kitten, so unique and brave.”

The End.