Tom & Steph Engagement Shoot

Here are the photos from Steph and Tom, whose wedding I'm doing this summer!

*robin*

sweet sweet nectar

I'll be honest and say that I love coffee. There's still a small part of me that feels weird saying that, but I can't deny it. I drink it every day. There once was a day where the bitter taste of coffee was revolting to me. My mom would drink a whole pot nearly every morning and the thought of that was terrifying to me. Who could drink such a vile substance? But then something happened. I grew up and that weird thing happened where everything that was gross as a child became one of my favorite things. Why do our tastebuds change like that?  Like when wine or asparagas no longer disgust us.
 I can remember my first "real" coffee. My brother, Ben, and I were on a roadtrip to Vancouver in Summer '07 and we stopped in Kamloops at Starbucks. I wasn't convinced that it was going to be good but he said that would pay for it if I let him pick something for me. How could I pass that up? He had worked at Starbucks for several years prior and he's my bro so I trusted him with this big decision.

Grande Vanilla Latte.

Pretty standard....it was absolutely delicious. I wish I took a picture of it.

I'm not a purist yet though. I can't drink it black yet. I still need my small fix of cream and sugar in there. The biggest downfall to coffee is that I rely on it to wake me up in the morning. The aroma as I pass by the kitchen alone is enough for me. Sometimes I've made coffee and I dont even feel like drinking it, I just like the smell.

But I've also recently discovered that I've become somewhat of a "coffee snob". I like to have fresh beans and grind them each morning. I can't do Folgers. The preground cheap coffee. Blech!

Who is this person I've turned into? Am I really succumbing to be one of those coffee snobs? When did this happen?

But am I willing to change? Ask me after I have this cup of coffee....

The Sound of Worship

    I've never been one to enjoy musicals, especially movies. I wasn't raised with the annual "Sound of Music" night, or renting "Footloose" with my sister. They seem so ridiculous to me. The thought of having a whole conversation with someone through a song seems somewhat absurd when thought about. Every now and then I throw in a sing-song type voice when I get really excited about something, but I'd hardly say my life is a musical. They just seem cheesy.
   Think about it for a minute. Can you imagine if we actually lived like this? The phrase "I feel a song coming on" takes a whole new meaning.  It's just not for me.
   But then this got me thinking about worship. What if our lives were a "worship musical" (for lack of a better term)? What if our lives exuded praise to Him in our everyday conversations and situations, just like in a musical? What would that look like? Being a musical person I often find my mind full of songs I had just heard on the radio or on a nearby TV but what if those songs were replaced with thoughts of praise? I don't mean that when I'm happy I'm going to burst into a chorus of "Hallelujah". But what if our lives just overflowed with worship? What if all my thoughts and reactions were guided toward something like this? My life would be dramatically different. Random thought, I know.
  Worship has been on my mind alot lately. What does worship look like? Does it have a form or is it a way of life? I think I know in my head that it's a way of life but I don't live like it is. It's a habit we must form. Every sunny day, every sunset, and every bird in the sky....He made it...therefore I praise. What if it were that simple? Wait a minute. It is that simple. Why do we complicate everything?
  Worship.
   Habit.

 I long to live a life that looks like this. I want to see God in everything and everyone. I want to see the world through His eyes.
 One day at a time, I guess.


*robin*