Friday, April 13, 2012

Princesa Ana Lucia

Meet Ana Lucia - my unborn son's due date buddy who decided to grace her family two weeks early. A 6lb 4 oz tiny little beauty- una Princesa. I wish I had more tools to capture these precious bundles as Lord knows I could take pictures of their tiny little features all day. Perhaps it's time I took a class and learn a thing or two for real instead of letting my untrained eye lead me hither and thither. But for now, I will take every chance I can get to capture this very brief phase of life where life slows down for a minute and all you want to do is kiss, hug and cuddle these little blessings of love.
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Thursday, April 12, 2012

God is a River

After another long day and night of false labor hope that this picture above would be recreated in the hospital in the next few days came to an end. Tonight my Dad leaves for an inopportunely timed but short (thankfully) trip to Central America. I am sad that he won't be there in the first few hours after birth to hold his grandson with his strong hands and say a prayer of blessing over him. His wisdom, quiet strength and presence will be missed but the introduction to his newest grandson will be all the sweeter upon his return. Today he came and prayed over me and played this beautiful and appropriate song. I identified with the way these past few weeks of false labor and waiting have felt like being bounced around on a river, yet all the while the Lord has whispered to me to rest in him.

God is a River - Peter Mayer

In the ever-shifting water of the river of this life
I was swimming, seeking comfort; I was wrestling waves to find
A boulder I could cling to, a stone to hold me fast
Where I might let the fretful water of this river ‘round me pass

And so I found an anchor, a blessed resting place
A trusty rock I called my savior, for there I would be safe
From the river and its dangers, and I proclaimed my rock divine
And I prayed to it “protect me” and the rock replied

God is a river, not just a stone
God is a wild, raging rapids
And a slow, meandering flow
God is a deep and narrow passage
And a peaceful, sandy shoal
God is the river, swimmer
So let go

Still I clung to my rock tightly with conviction in my arms
Never looking at the stream to keep my mind from thoughts of harm
But the river kept on coming, kept on tugging at my legs
Till at last my fingers faltered, and I was swept away

So I’m going with the flow now, these relentless twists and bends
Acclimating to the motion, and a sense of being led
And this river’s like my body now, it carries me along
Through the ever-changing scenes and by the rocks that sing this song


God is the river, swimmer
So let go

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Friday, April 6, 2012

Tiny little peanut

For Christmas Josh purchased me a wonderful photo editing program which I have been remiss to figure out how to use till now. Spurred on by a plethora of delightfully tiny babies being born to dear friends and my need for distraction and a project at the end of this pregnancy I am pleased to say I've figured a thing out or two.

This week I took pictures for my dear friend Laura who gave birth to a teeny-tiny baby girl I fondly call "tiny little peanut" on March 26th. I'm not joking when I say she's tiny, she weighed in at a mere 5 lbs 11 oz. Being so close to birthing my own baby, I marveled at the fact that my son will not come out this tiny, in fact they may weigh the same although she will be a few weeks older. Whether big or small, skinny or plump, these babes are precious and perfect and capturing a few pictures of her was such a delight.

"Ewww...Pearls" (this picture just cracks me up)
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