In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. He was with God in the beginning. Through him all things were made; without him nothingw as made that has been made. In him was life, and that life was the light of men. The light shines in the darkness, but the darkness has not understood it.
Thus my exploration of photo-taking continues. This time warmly in the comfort of our own room, I left all the lights off and fiddled with various shutter speeds on the shutter priority setting. If you click on the ‘thumbnail,’ which is a small portion of the whole, you can see the entire picture – but be warned, it is 650 K. I take all my pictures on the highest resolution now.
Maybe it’s break, but the last week or so I have spent a long time thinking about my family. As I grow up, I increasingly realize the value of childhood memories and the gift that my parents gave us through the simple, stable life my sister and I lived. They love each other and love God, provided a home for their children to grow up in that was safe, and never demanded too much of us. They nurtured us and prayed for us endlessly even through our hardest teenage-angst years. Through my secretive, coldhearted eating disorder period, through Colleen’s witchy disagreeing, they continued to love us. And we never appreciated the sacrifices and the painful blows they accepted from their childrens’ cruel tongues.
Now my parents have become some of my favorite people. They are friends, advisors, and (fairly) wise counselors who have lived longer than I. Mom and Dad have shown me that a stable marriage and home is not only possible, but necessary. They deserve more accolades than I can speak for the endless love and patience (however hard it was) that, I believe, is starting to come to frutition in my life. I can only hope to parent my children in the way that my parents raised me.
– KF –