This past weekend I had the privileged of capturing my friend's wedding pictures. It was a vintage styled wedding, so beautiful! Her wedding dress was her Grandma's. Hopefully I'll get through the 4,512 pictures that I took. For now, you only get one. :)
We have had the privilege for the past year or so to participate in a chorale in the cities which is directed by a friend of ours. It is such a blessing to be able to sing in it! Here are a few videos from the March performance.
“Do you know what hurts so very much? It's love. Love is the strongest
force in the world, and when it is blocked that means pain. There are
two things we can do when this happens. We can kill that love so that it
stops hurting. But then of course part of us dies, too. Or we can ask
God to open up another route for that love to travel.”
The Hiding Place
“We are up against the unseen power that controls this dark world and
the spiritual agents are from the very headquarters of evil. Therefore,
we must wear the "whole armour of God," that we may be able to resist
evil in its day of power, and that even when we have fought to a
standstill, we may still stand our ground.”
“When a train goes through a tunnel and it gets dark, you don’t throw
away the ticket and jump off. You sit still and trust the engineer.”
“It is not on our forgiveness any more than on our goodness that the
world's healing hinges, but His. When He tells us to love our enemies,
He gives, along with the command, the love itself.”
“This is what the past is for! Every experience God gives us, every
person He puts in our lives is the perfect preparation for the future
that only He can see.”
The Hiding Place
“Hold everything in your hands lightly, otherwise it hurts when God pries your fingers open.”
“Worrying is carrying tomorrow's load with today's strength-
carrying two days at once. It is moving into tomorrow ahead of time.
Worrying doesn't empty tomorrow of its sorrow, it empties today of its
“Life is but a Weaving” (the Tapestry Poem)
“My life is but a weaving Between my God and me. I cannot choose the colors He weaveth steadily.
Oft’ times He weaveth sorrow; And I in foolish pride Forget He sees the upper And I the underside.
Not ’til the loom is silent And the shuttles cease to fly Will God unroll the canvas And reveal the reason why.
The dark threads are as needful In the weaver’s skillful hand As the threads of gold and silver In the pattern He has planned
He knows, He loves, He cares; Nothing this truth can dim. He gives the very best to those Who leave the choice to Him.”
Corrie ten Boom
“...suddenly I was afraid of what Father would say. Afraid he would say,
"There'll be someone else soon," and that forever afterward this
untruth would lie between us. For in some deep part of me I knew already
that there would not--soon or ever--be anyone else.
The sweet cigar-smell came into the room with Father. And of course he did not say the false, idle words.
"Corrie," he began instead, "do you know what hurts so very much?
It's love. Love is the strongest force in the world, and when it is
blocked that means pain.
"There are two things we can do
when this happens. We can kill the love so that it stops hurting. But
then of course part of us dies, too. Or, Corrie, we can ask God to open
up another route for that love to travel.
Karel--even more than you do--and if you ask Him, He will give you His
love for this man, a love nothing can prevent, nothing destroy. Whenever
we cannot love in the old, human way, Corrie, God can give us his
I did not know, as I listened to Father's
footsteps winding back down the stairs, that he had given me more than
the key to this hard moment. I did not know that he had put into my
hands the secret that would open far darker rooms than this--places
where there was not, on a human level, anything to love at all."