Week 48 : Favorite Writing

This week is going to be a little different. I chose only four images this week.

Each image is paired with writing. I chose the four that touched me in the deepest places of my heart with the words and the images truly speaking to me.

Reading has always been something I’ve loved and your words poured into me and I am more in love and filled with gratitude than ever. Thank you for sharing your heart and talent.

Jill Wagner

Jill Wagner

48/52 "Favorite Writing" 


Too many years ago to even count, I read a short piece of prose; the theme of which has always stuck with me. The mother talked about her daily, kneeling-down worship at the altar. The altar turning out to be the bathtub where she bathed her special needs son. The first take-away from that writing was there will be days when giving and giving with endless, less-than-glamorous jobs will threaten to bring me down, or even worse, cause me to become resentful toward the one most dependent on me. The one who loves me fully and if given a choice, would never choose to be a burden. 


There are days where I must return to the second and greater bit of insight gained from what I read long ago and remember that amid the mundane tasks, I can worship God not only in my words and thoughts but also with my hands in tending to this child He has given me. I ponder the phrase of “whatever you have done unto the least of these, you did for Me” and realize it works both ways. Meeting my sons’ requirements are also something he does for me as it brings me to the best place I can be – on my knees leaning on a strength greater than mine. 


And full disclosure here – lest you think I’m more selfless than I am – I am the “do-er” of the family. I get done what needs to be done while often my soul lags behind my to-do list. My husband is truly the servant parent in our family. He gives beyond where I stall out. He gives beyond his limits and yet pushes on. Therefore, he gets the honor of being in this photo of worshiping at the altar.


Emma Madsen

Emma Madsen

Favorite writing. 


Somewhere over the rainbow

Way up high

And the dreams that you dream of

Once in a lullaby

Somewhere over the rainbow

Bluebirds fly

And the dreams that you dream of

Dreams really do come true

Someday, I wish upon a star

Wake up where the clouds are far behind me

Where trouble melts like lemon drops

High above the chimney top

That's where you'll find me.


We all know the song. This image is of my daughter Ivy. I often catch rainbows in the images I take of her, more so of her than of anyone else I take pictures of. I often hear her humming this song, maybe it's because I sing it frequently. I have memories of my own mother humming it around the house. Wether or not you believe in guardian angels, life after death, a presence of those no longer with us, I believe that the rainbows I capture with Ivy are the presence of my Mother, whom we lost when I was 19. She is always with us, watching us and guiding us.


Laura Gentry

Laura Gentry

“Creativity and ego cannot go together. If you free yourself from the comparing and jealous mind, your creativity opens up endlessly. Just as water springs from a fountain, creativity springs from every moment.


You must not be your own obstacle.You must not be owned by the environment you are in. You must own the environment, the phenomenal world around you. You must be able to freely move in and out of your mind.”


This is being free.”


Jeong Kwan 


I love this quote so much. When I was watching chefs table and she said this, I stopped and listened to it about 10 more times. It is profound. I am posting this picture not because it’s perfect or pretty, but because it was one of those moments when I was simply inspired by light.

Melissa Clemons

Melissa Clemons

Favorite Writing ↓ I have this written many places 💛

The world only gets one you.

You with your gifts.

You with your smile. 

You with those things you do. 

So take your place, 

take your chances,

take this moment to know...

You've got something to offer.

Something good and right and true.

Something God-given,

Heart-of-Heaven created.

And the rest of us need it, need you.

Oh, you think it's no big deal.

Anyone could be that way.

Anyone could do it.

Nope.

Not true.

There's just one irreplaceable you.

***Holley Gerth

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