God calls the church his bride. And can you imagine anything more beautiful than a bride on her wedding day as she turns the aisle as she walks toward the groom.
Here is a picture of my sister on the day she got married, however I do not think the picture does the justice of showing how radiant she looked on her wedding day.
no work, cool friends, my boo, yea night pictures!
I am fortunate enough to have three wonderful sisters. Thats right THREE. However, I only live with one, because the other two have a different mother and they are both married. But I love my sisters. Yes they tortured me as a kid: they dressed me up as a girl and took me to the liquor store and dropped me as a little baby (just kidding about the last part…I think). One time, my sister Lindsey turned the drier on while I was hiding in it. Yea that hurt.
With all that said, I love my sister. I am not very close to them as I wish I was, but now I am beginning to hang out with my sister Lindsey a little more and when we do go places its a blast! Well here is picture of one of my awesome sisters, Lindsey:
When me, my sister and cousins where kids, there was one place we where always excited to go (NOT disneyland) but to our Aunt Judi’s (who happens to be my mom’s twin). She would take care of us like we were her kids. I cannot remember a dull moment with her. And then she met my uncle Zach, who brought the awesome. In other words we was just too cool for words. Now they have the cutest girl in the world Cailyn. She was a gift from God. She was adopted and the story behind that is amazing. Well with that said, I had the honor of taking pictures for them:
the lamp of the body is the eye. Isn’t strange that you can tell a lot about how a person is feeling by the look in there eyes. Through these holes of which we perceive the world around us, we often reveal the state of our heart. Eyes are beautiful.
Is not it nice when you meet with someone and there is a natural connection between you two, an instant friendship. I am not a shy person, but sometimes it is hard to mingle in an unfamiliar crowd and to be able to find that one person that goes out of there way to get connected with me, and when they do its awesome. My life is directly connected to the people around me, because whether apart or together I feel attached to them, as they have transformed my life. Stop being so independent and realize its not about you, get connected to the people around you. (that was for me especially!)
As much as we would like to think, there is often only one way to get things done right. Just as Christ said, “I am the way, the truth, and the life. No one comes to the Father except through Me.” Its hard sometimes to see that there is but one way, because we are prideful and think that we can offer a better way, an alternative that will ultimately lead to the same outcome. I am not talking in terms of finding the right answer of a math problem, because I can prove to you that there is more than one way to find the right answer, believe me! haha. I am talking about something far greater, eternity with God.
Thats right, kiss. My mom used to kiss me and send me off to school. She used to kiss my ouchies away. My dad sometimes grabs my mom in the kitchen while she cooks and lays a big smooch on her, showing her he still loves her as much as he did the day he met her. I can clearly remember my first clumsy, and quite funny, kiss with my amazing girl, Beck.
And who can forget the words that seal the deal, you may now kiss the bride.
What is it about a hug that seems to calm everything around us. Why do we long to embrace one another? To know that some else is there to hold you up? To get so close to the other person that you can hear even but the faintest breathe, as you feel the rise and fall of there chest. Hugs are amazing. Hug someone today!
Remember those time when you loved being attached to your parents. When that hug seemed to diminish away the pain the sorrow, or the simple bump on the head. Or what about the time your parents spun you around super uper fast around the merry-go-round at the park. A child’s laugh and excitement is like no other. I wish we loved like kids sometimes.
