Don’t Stop Moving

20140228_210534Time again I get so wrapped up in success that I can lose the essence of who I am. That child like faith and dreamer begins to fade away and numbers and figures become more important. Today, as I heard the kids playing outside so carelessly, I remembered the possibility of life. I know those who are my age have gone past I want to save the world stage and now its I need to pay my bills. I read on twitter from thirtysomethings telling the twentysomethings –stay in college, it’s not better out here.

For me, I can’t help but still hear my young heart telling me all things are possible. As my generation moves towards adult hood, we must remember that making a difference takes time. It may not happen in 10 years, 20 years or even our lifetime but it doesn’t mean to give up. We shouldn’t allow discouragement to come so easily -overcoming is not easy. Doing something big is not easy. We’ve read all the quotes, we know how to write inspiring text ourselves. We’ve read the lives of those who passed on before us, who believed in doing something bigger than themselves. We made them into heroes as if they were supernatural beings. We forget they were once were we are. They had the desire to the dream for more.

It’s easy to get caught up with the numbers and forget the story were are part of. We forget we are not the main character that the camera follows. We’re part of a community of people who are moving towards the same goal -to see this world a better place. God has made us apart of the answer, we play apart of the solution.

We are to do our part where were at and doing the best we possibly can to live a life of obedience when we hear that voice in our hearts. We can make it so complicated and talk ourselves out of it. The hippies had something there, love, hope, peace but took a wrong turn and gave their lives to drugs. That generation is now our leaders, they’ve learned a lot along the way, and there are some who are still working hard, raising up a new generation to carry the movement forward.

I don’t want to be the generation who just had good intentions but I want to be part of the action that does something. We continue to write in our rooms blogging, Instagram and Face booking hoping were doing something of importance. Time will tell the impact we end up making. We have so much freedom and knowledge, will we waste it? I know that I have to keep the young dreamer heart movement going, I have to keep moving.

A spiritual leader once told me I had the beauty of Esther. Looking back he was probably crazy but his encouragement lead me to believe I can have influence. I can be like all the 30 year olds – logical, pay my bills and minding my own business but I can’t help but want to do more.

And so I continue the journey..

don’t stop moving.

Chasing Fame

Its odd to admit but in some way we are all guilty of chasing fame. We strive to be noticed from an early age, we can recall yelling for someone to look at us as we do some trick. In high school, we wish to sit at the cool table with the popular kids. And now as an adult, we talk about how many people are following us on social networks. Most say, Please keep looking at me once they got everyone’s attention.

But there most be a deeper meaning to fame – other wise, whats the point.

fame |fām|
noun
the condition of being known or talked about by many people, esp. on account of notable achievements:

I am reminded of Joseph from the Bible. He was a young Hebrew boy who became a ruler over Egypt. His brothers sold him as a slave to the Egyptians when he was just a teenager. It is said the brothers were jealous of the favor Joseph had with their father and hated hearing about his dream that one day they would bow to him.

He spent most of his life in prison and God was with him, giving him much favor and success with those who were in charge of him. When Pharaoh was haunted by a dream, rumor was, Joseph interpreted dreams. When Pharaoh told the dream to Joseph, it was his big opportunity of fame. Joseph responded, “I cannot do it..but God will give Pharaoh the answer he desires.” Joseph’s interruption ultimately saved nations from famine. Pharaoh in return made him a ruler over Egypt.

After so many years in prison, Joseph most have realized what his dream of greatness really meant. At first his young heart thought it was about him, but as his life seemed to turn for the worse, he had to trust God was doing something bigger than his dream. During those confusing years for Joseph, he chose to helped others in prison, chose to forgive his family and chose to work hard. And with that type of character, he was able to lead a nation through a time of famine and save so many lives.

It was no longer about fame but about what God wanted to do.

Joseph wasn’t chasing fame, he was just trying to live a life pleasing to God. And in return, God gave him power to rule Egypt which helped him save his family. Joesph’s fame made a difference. Those years of being unknown and unseen built up his character. Joseph walked though fame’s door and made a difference in his generation.

Fame is powerful, it can destroy a person if handle wrong. We now see Joseph had to go through all those troubling times because the task ahead required someone with the right heart. Joseph had the type of fame that mattered. That’s the type of fame we should chase. The fame that makes a difference.

Film: Learning how to walk

As I was cleaning my room, I was captured by a photo I took a few years ago. It was my first roll of film with an old SLR. I had asked my family to come outside as I tested the camera. It had been years since I taken any photos.

I remember looking through the eye piece for the first time and how it awakened my heart for photography.  Something inside of me sparked as I captured my dad helping my nephew walk.

My family went with me to pick up the prints that day. We were so excited we looked at them inside the store. The photo developer said, “They came out good, this one is my favorite” and handed me the photo of my dad holding my nephew’s little hand. We stood there and all said, “Wow.” Not because of me or the camera but something very special was captured.

This picture of my dad holding my nephew’s hand makes me think of how God helps us in life. We think we have to do it on our own, carry every burden and worry, but God offers His hand.

When he falls, he will not be thrown down headfirst because the LORD holds on to his hand.

Psalm 37:34

Photos: Summer Camp

This weekend I went to summer camp.
As a photographer I am hired to be a spectator. I stand back, see a moment and document it. Little did I know what I was getting in to. One of my twitter friends asked if I would shoot Cottonwood’s youth camp. The last time I went to summer camp was when I was seventeen. I remember that week impacting my life dramatically. It was there, I made up my mind that I would serve God no matter what happened in my life. Since then my summer camp friends and I have chosen very different paths and I’ve become a busy adult.

This weekend I heard a new generation cry out to God.

There would be times when I would take a photo of a group of friends and think to myself, “They have no idea how beautiful they are.” The hope of life was seen in their eyes. You may think I’m being over dramatic but I haven’t hung around teenagers since I was one.

As I was in line for dinner I suddenly remembered my youth days. The hope, the dreams, the mystery, the excitement. I closed my eyes and took it in. I could hear young girls behind me talking about their day, laughing and joking with one another.

After I got my food I was suddenly in high school again, “Which table should I sit at?” I laughed to myself at this thought. I saw some of the young production guys (where I am always welcomed) and ate with them. We laughed and talked about video ideas.

My friend had arranged a special room for me.. or so I thought. I ended up sleeping in one of the cabins with some of the girls. They were up talking all night. haha.. I soon found myself at Summer Camp. I was eating, sleeping, getting dressed, and worshiping with these kids. My photos began to change.. and I was now apart of summer camp. No longer was I a spectator.

In the evening we had a worship service. I was snapping photos but then.. I couldn’t help but.. I turned on my video. The sound of young kids worshiping their Creator could be heard for miles..

At one point I put my camera down, closed my eyes and sang with them. The message that was preached talked about stop comparing ourselves with everyone. As a creative person, I do this all day. He said, “Walk the road God has graced you with.”

Anyone who goes to summer camp is never the same. God has their full attention and He never fails to speak in to their lives. I hope when they see these photos they are reminded what God did in their hearts..they would remember the prayers they prayed. Cottonwood’s youth is pretty awesome. It was great to be apart of the family for a few days. I know I came back impacted.