The common thread between all these is that God was there, ready to grieve with me, but I needed to take a step toward Him. He always met me right there—and He still does, because (to be honest) the grieving continues.
There were no words to make Anna’s burden better or lighter, but there was incredible comfort in someone else coming alongside her in presence to help her feel like she wasn’t so alone.
Life slows through the lens. There is just this breath and these pixels of creation. Yet it took me years to understand that this, too, is prayer. It begins as I lift my camera. The weight feels good in my hands—substantial, grounding. I am going to meet with God.
