South Carolina Based Family Storytelling Photographer. Documenting the Heart of the Home.
Simply Tuesday Project
"I have a vision of people who make the invisible kingdom visible, sinking low to the ground, picking up our crosses and shoes off the floor, eating the bread of life and serving it up with peanut butter and jelly." p.17
"When confronted with heartbreak, fear, questions, longing, frustrations, and grief, this new life means instead of running to build our cities of protection, we can set out on a different road. This road that may include loneliness, obscurity, hiddenness, and silence. It may be narrow, lined with danger, and filled with darkness at times. But we have a light that will not go out and cannot be turned off. The light of Christ burns bright within us, and wherever we go we will not go alone. This is our promise, our protection, and the place where our voice comes from." page 35-36
empty baskets . january 19, 2016
"Home isn't either beautiful or not, happy or sad, full or empty. Home is both. Home is and. Home has good parts, hard parts, marvelous and miracle parts. Home is where we celebrate and where we grieve, where we are hurt, broken and healed, and made whole again. And all of these parts are essential as we live in the kingdom of God." p 52-53
Nowhere . January 26, 2016
"'Nowhere' is not the conjunction of no and where but, rather, the conjunction of Now and Here, which is actually Everywhere and is the only spot that we can truly experience God." - Brennan Manning, Ruthless Trust, ch. 3
moving close . february 2, 2016
"When I'm performing for my acceptance, burnout is always the result. I don't see Jesus calling me to excellence. I do see him calling me to himself. And sometimes, on the kingdom of earth, moving close to Jesus looks like failure and embarrassment." p. 74
The Cudzilo family.
This world is not my home I’m just a passing through My treasures are laid up somewhere beyond the blue The angels beckon me from heaven’s open door And I can’t feel at home in this world anymore Oh Lord you know I have no friend like you If heaven’s not my home then Lord what will I do The angels beckon me from heaven’s open door And I can’t feel at home in this world anymore.
Written by JR Brumley and sung by Rich Mullins
Strive to be one of those–so few–who walk the earth with ever-present consciousness–all mornings, middays, star-times–that the unknown which men call Heaven is ‘close behind the visible scene of things’. -Streams in the Desert