I wrote this a month ago, and honestly didn't intend to publish it. Mostly, I didn't think it fit. But, I'm away at a hotel, far from most of the things I love, and definitely without photos, and I decided life is about capturing the lovely in the midst of all, not just the "beautiful" times, right? So here is the lovely that must be searched for, not so obvious to the eye.
8/14/11
This is not so much a photography blog, I just needed to write. You know those days you burst in tears from literally split second to split second? Even/especially when nobody is around? I have a hard time sometimes coming off a busy season, where I'm go-go-go, and then suddenly it's over and I have no idea what to do with myself. I forget who I am. I forget where I belong.
I think most of the lessons I learn end up being trust, just in a million different forms. I don't think it's possible to love without trusting. I would never have called myself an anxious person before, but lately I find myself more prone to it, and the more I examine it, it makes me realize my lack of trust. I, first of all, seem to think I can control not only the present, but the future as well, which is pretty hilarious. Then when said path veers from my "perfect" visions, I get this trapped, caged feeling in my chest that I believe is anxiety, and, I believe, the only thing that can rid it is a mind- and heart-shattering realization that I need to trust God. I need to trust that God loves me, wants the best for me (in the long run, which is not so straight-forward), and that I will be a lot better off if I just hop on board the "way it is meant to be" train. It is amazing all the things that are wrapped up in this, even when it comes to trusting other people. If somebody is seemingly trustworthy, in a way trusting them is also trusting in God. Nobody is completely trustworthy, I suppose, so we have to trust God that we can trust the people we love, and trust this thing called love that He created. I so easily can become overwhelmed by all my inadequacies, and so quickly fall into the trap of comparing myself to others, which is about the worst idea ever, for so many reasons I don't even have time to get into them. This trap is, again, such a slap in the face to our Creator. It makes me think of Isaiah 45, and the clay talking back to the potter; we were made with such intention and care, and to focus our energy on "flaws" instead of embracing the good things we are is such a shame. So hard though, I feel like I have to stubbornly learn this lesson every few days.
I think women do have a huge capacity to love. We also seem to be burdened with a huge capacity to question and need reassurance. But, I believe that if we ask for it, we will receive it. The second we admit our desire to be shown love, I think we will find it. In a gentle bud, a stranger's smile, a child's giggle, a puppy's wagging tail. We must just admit the desire, and trust enough to look for the response.