And so today, I found myself at Hubble Park.
But thanks to the couple for the wonderful day, and to you, my readers.
Oh, and if anyone is interested in me taking their photos, feel free to send me a hollar!
-Sarah
Hubble Park Photo Session
I got to take some beautiful photos today with the cutest and most hilarious couple! One of the girls I work with has been trying to get some pictures of her and her "hunny" for the past year. When we got talking about it, I volunteered. I love photography, and she wanted some photos. Why not?
And so today, I found myself at Hubble Park.
I traveled around the park taking pictures and finding spots to pose the couple while waiting for them to arrive. I came early to get the "lay of the land" before we all just jumped into everything.
The American flag was a must. It looked so beautiful flowing in the wind like that. And I caught it at just the right moment. God bless.
This is my typical back-seat when I go on a photo-session. I have my laptop, some paints (in the bag, you can't see either of them), a blanket, a picture frame, a tripod, some extra clothes and some water bottles. Oh, and some tennis shoes. Just in case.
As you can see, the couple is lovely. We took so many pictures, I filled up the SD card they gave me to use, and then had to put some on an SD card of my own that I'd brought. It was a beautiful day, though. They were such good subjects and such good company. You could tell how much they cared for each other. It was all over their faces and in their posture (and in the way they constantly teased each other-adorable!). Maybe Austin and I can get some pictures taken like this someday...maybe. Hopefully.
But thanks to the couple for the wonderful day, and to you, my readers.
Oh, and if anyone is interested in me taking their photos, feel free to send me a hollar!
-Sarah
And so today, I found myself at Hubble Park.
But thanks to the couple for the wonderful day, and to you, my readers.
Oh, and if anyone is interested in me taking their photos, feel free to send me a hollar!
-Sarah
Tattoos and the Modern "Christian"
Oh, deary me. There's been something on my mind lately that I've been thinking about. I want a tattoo.
However, there are many that believe that followers of Christ shouldn't get tattoos. It's a spiritual debate that's been going on for a while...and there are so many opinions that I've been having trouble coming up with one of my own. I've read posts, online web pages, and searched Google until my fingers are tired. Not an answer did I find that set my mind at ease.
So I did some research of my own and pulled out my own trusty Bible.
I went to Levitcus first, because it's been the highlight of the argument against "Christians" getting tattoos so far. Verse 19:28 in Leviticus states;
"Never slash your body to mourn the dead, and never get a tattoo. I am the Lord."
Well, that was a simple search-and-answer. Case closed. Until I started talking to my dad about it to get his opinion. He said that he didn't believe that, because above Lev. 19:28 the Bible also states to "never cut your hair". My dad made the point that everyone would be going to Hell if that was the case. You can't believe one part of the Bible and not the other, and you can't take out the parts you don't like either. He got me thinking, so I read deeper.
I noticed that God was telling Moses to tell all of these things to the people of Isreal. To a certain people.
Honestly, I think a tattoo is like anything else. A personal choice. It could be a sin though, if decided for the wrong reasons. If you're pure in intentions, however, I really don't see a problem with it. I know what my first tattoo will be of though, if I decide to get one:
I really want a cross somewhere on my body. A small one, as a testament of my commitment to my Lord and Savior. A tattoo is permanent, and so is my love and relationship with my God. It would be nice to have as a small reminder when things get rough. I'm not all that sure of the placement though. I was thinking a very small one on the inside of my wrist, or my finger. Quite possibly my ankle.
I have a few more tattoos I'm interested in, not committed on getting like the small cross.
I love the meaning behind the anchor, heart and cross. I love the anchor period. I'm gonna have to look up Hebrews 6:19 sometime too!
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These are more of a thought than anything, though if I got to travel enough, I would love to get the compass. I'm too much of a chicken to get the large dream catcher on my spine...I love the colors of the feather!
I don't know. There are so many to choose from and I don't want to make the decision lightly on such a permanent thing. I'm definitely giving my choice some thought and time.
And don't take my view on getting a tattoo as a "Christian" as your own decision. I encourage you to do some research on your own and come up with your own conclusion. It's a personal thing.
Thanks for reading!
-Sarah
However, there are many that believe that followers of Christ shouldn't get tattoos. It's a spiritual debate that's been going on for a while...and there are so many opinions that I've been having trouble coming up with one of my own. I've read posts, online web pages, and searched Google until my fingers are tired. Not an answer did I find that set my mind at ease.
So I did some research of my own and pulled out my own trusty Bible.
I went to Levitcus first, because it's been the highlight of the argument against "Christians" getting tattoos so far. Verse 19:28 in Leviticus states;
"Never slash your body to mourn the dead, and never get a tattoo. I am the Lord."
Well, that was a simple search-and-answer. Case closed. Until I started talking to my dad about it to get his opinion. He said that he didn't believe that, because above Lev. 19:28 the Bible also states to "never cut your hair". My dad made the point that everyone would be going to Hell if that was the case. You can't believe one part of the Bible and not the other, and you can't take out the parts you don't like either. He got me thinking, so I read deeper.
I noticed that God was telling Moses to tell all of these things to the people of Isreal. To a certain people.
Honestly, I think a tattoo is like anything else. A personal choice. It could be a sin though, if decided for the wrong reasons. If you're pure in intentions, however, I really don't see a problem with it. I know what my first tattoo will be of though, if I decide to get one:
I have a few more tattoos I'm interested in, not committed on getting like the small cross.
I love the meaning behind the anchor, heart and cross. I love the anchor period. I'm gonna have to look up Hebrews 6:19 sometime too!
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I don't know. There are so many to choose from and I don't want to make the decision lightly on such a permanent thing. I'm definitely giving my choice some thought and time.
And don't take my view on getting a tattoo as a "Christian" as your own decision. I encourage you to do some research on your own and come up with your own conclusion. It's a personal thing.
Thanks for reading!
-Sarah
TWD: Day 13
Day 13: How do you think the show will end?
I think that Rick will wake up from his real coma and the zombie apocalypse was all just a dream. I haven't read the comics so I don't know if this is going to happen or not, it's just a guess. I just don't see how everyone on Earth would be able to survive and go on about their business after something as terrible as what happened.
-Sarah
An Amazing Easter Weekend
Okay, I understand that I've been absent this weekend, but for a good reason!
Austin came in this weekend. Yes. Yes. YES! I had forgotten if he said he was coming in for Easter weekend or the next...so it was kind of a little surprise when he called me Friday morning and was all "Hey, I'm home. Wanna come over?" I had to work at four but it was only nine-thirty so I was all for it. I swear, it was the fastest I had ever gotten ready.
I met up with his family and him at his grandparents house and we went out to lunch. Goodness, I'd missed him. It was great spending time with him and his family all at the same time. They're all such cut-ups and so comfortable to be around. It's just a fun time with them all together.
After lunch we went back to Austin's house and him and I watched Family Guy and David Chapel (not sure I'm spelling his name right...) on Netflix.
Then I had to woooork. Blah. But Terry, my boss, let me off early, bless her heart : )
Saturday I had to work from eleven to four, which wasn't bad. Afterwards I met up with Austin and his little brother Matthew at his house. They were planning out some strategies for an online game...or something or another like that. I wasn't too sure. He's such a nerd, but he's my nerd, lol.
We just kinda lazed around at his house until it was dinner time. We went over to Aust's grandparent's house and feasted on lasagna, salad and garlic bread. It was so good!
Easter was fun. I got ready in the dress I got for the occasion. (If you look to the right, you'll see the picture of me I stole from my mother. She won't mind...hopefully.)
When I got to Austin's that morning, him, Matt and his grandparent's were waiting for me in the car...I was a little late. It was all good though, we got there at a good time. In fact, I probably did them a favor.
After the early morning service at mammi and pawpi's (what I call Aust's grandparents) church, there was a ton of food to eat! I got some fresh fruit and I home-made cinnamon roll. It was all soooo good.
We went back to house when we were finished and everyone ('cept moi) went to go change and get ready for the actual church service at our normal church (Vally Baptist).
I was goofing around with Matthew on the piano when Jesse, Aust's dad, yells out "Sarah, you're going to have to close your eyes! And not open them for the rest of the day! Don't look at my kid!" I was clue-less.
At least until Austin walked out.
He was in a brand-new black suit I hadn't seen before, complete with a greenish-teal colored tie that went beautifully with his eyes. He looked so, so amazing! Tanya (Austin's mom) took some pictures of us; I'll share them on here with ya'll when I get the chance. I mean, I'm conflicted to share them with you guys 'cause I don't want you staring at my Austin for that long...he looked so good. Just...ahhhhhhhhhh....
The church service was awesome. You could just feel God there. Tanya taught our women's class and I was just about in tears with her re-telling of God's arising. She put so much emotion into it. I felt like I was there. I felt like Mary, in confusion and heart-ache, wondering where they had moved my Lord's body. I was just moved. I felt God and I loved it. I wanted more.
Our pastor talked about how so many people get dressed up and go to church on Easter Sunday. Thousands of people who normally don't, go and sit and listen to the service, but don't ever come back 'til the next year. How can you love God only 1 day out the 365 in a year? (Not to say you don't love God if you choose not to go to church; that's your personal relationship with Him and I would never judge anyone like that.) My heart just aches for those lost. I want to do something about it.
Austin surprised us all by saying the opening prayer. It's stupid, but I just felt this pride-thing seeing him up there. It sounds stupid, but I did. Austin has a really good voice. I don't mean that sound-wise (well, good sound-wise too but that's not the point I'm making) but speaker-wise. He seemed so at ease up there...
He sat next to me the whole time and held my hand when I didn't need it to turn pages in my bible. I loved it.
I love him.
But I hated it when he had to leave. Which, of course, he had to. We left a little bit early from church because they had to be on the road by 12:30 to make it to his flight back to North Carolina. He was flying out of Louisville, which is about 3 hours away. His flight was at 4:15, so they had to get a move on. After getting teased for our goodbye kisses and sweet-nothings, Austin and I parted ways. I drove Matthew home and he made jokes and kept me laughing the whole way home. Maybe my defeated-mood was noticed.
After I dropped him off, I went over to my nanny's house. She was having an her Easter Dinner. We feasted and told jokes and laughed and just had a great time together. Everyone asked after Aust and wanted to know where he was going next and what he was doing. That's what I love about my family; all of them. They care.
And I special thank you to my sister, Rachael! When I woke up Easter morning, this is what I found. I have the most amazing sister in the universe and beyond and I wouldn't trade her for a thing. I named the teddy-bear "Austi". "He's supposed to keep you company," Rachael said.
Yeah, I had the best Easter weekend. I really did. I hope everyone's was as good as mine. I know I had real blessings this year.
Thanks for reading!
-Sarah
Austin came in this weekend. Yes. Yes. YES! I had forgotten if he said he was coming in for Easter weekend or the next...so it was kind of a little surprise when he called me Friday morning and was all "Hey, I'm home. Wanna come over?" I had to work at four but it was only nine-thirty so I was all for it. I swear, it was the fastest I had ever gotten ready.
I met up with his family and him at his grandparents house and we went out to lunch. Goodness, I'd missed him. It was great spending time with him and his family all at the same time. They're all such cut-ups and so comfortable to be around. It's just a fun time with them all together.
After lunch we went back to Austin's house and him and I watched Family Guy and David Chapel (not sure I'm spelling his name right...) on Netflix.
Then I had to woooork. Blah. But Terry, my boss, let me off early, bless her heart : )
Saturday I had to work from eleven to four, which wasn't bad. Afterwards I met up with Austin and his little brother Matthew at his house. They were planning out some strategies for an online game...or something or another like that. I wasn't too sure. He's such a nerd, but he's my nerd, lol.
We just kinda lazed around at his house until it was dinner time. We went over to Aust's grandparent's house and feasted on lasagna, salad and garlic bread. It was so good!
Easter was fun. I got ready in the dress I got for the occasion. (If you look to the right, you'll see the picture of me I stole from my mother. She won't mind...hopefully.)
When I got to Austin's that morning, him, Matt and his grandparent's were waiting for me in the car...I was a little late. It was all good though, we got there at a good time. In fact, I probably did them a favor.
After the early morning service at mammi and pawpi's (what I call Aust's grandparents) church, there was a ton of food to eat! I got some fresh fruit and I home-made cinnamon roll. It was all soooo good.
We went back to house when we were finished and everyone ('cept moi) went to go change and get ready for the actual church service at our normal church (Vally Baptist).
I was goofing around with Matthew on the piano when Jesse, Aust's dad, yells out "Sarah, you're going to have to close your eyes! And not open them for the rest of the day! Don't look at my kid!" I was clue-less.
At least until Austin walked out.
He was in a brand-new black suit I hadn't seen before, complete with a greenish-teal colored tie that went beautifully with his eyes. He looked so, so amazing! Tanya (Austin's mom) took some pictures of us; I'll share them on here with ya'll when I get the chance. I mean, I'm conflicted to share them with you guys 'cause I don't want you staring at my Austin for that long...he looked so good. Just...ahhhhhhhhhh....
The church service was awesome. You could just feel God there. Tanya taught our women's class and I was just about in tears with her re-telling of God's arising. She put so much emotion into it. I felt like I was there. I felt like Mary, in confusion and heart-ache, wondering where they had moved my Lord's body. I was just moved. I felt God and I loved it. I wanted more.
Our pastor talked about how so many people get dressed up and go to church on Easter Sunday. Thousands of people who normally don't, go and sit and listen to the service, but don't ever come back 'til the next year. How can you love God only 1 day out the 365 in a year? (Not to say you don't love God if you choose not to go to church; that's your personal relationship with Him and I would never judge anyone like that.) My heart just aches for those lost. I want to do something about it.
Austin surprised us all by saying the opening prayer. It's stupid, but I just felt this pride-thing seeing him up there. It sounds stupid, but I did. Austin has a really good voice. I don't mean that sound-wise (well, good sound-wise too but that's not the point I'm making) but speaker-wise. He seemed so at ease up there...
He sat next to me the whole time and held my hand when I didn't need it to turn pages in my bible. I loved it.
I love him.
But I hated it when he had to leave. Which, of course, he had to. We left a little bit early from church because they had to be on the road by 12:30 to make it to his flight back to North Carolina. He was flying out of Louisville, which is about 3 hours away. His flight was at 4:15, so they had to get a move on. After getting teased for our goodbye kisses and sweet-nothings, Austin and I parted ways. I drove Matthew home and he made jokes and kept me laughing the whole way home. Maybe my defeated-mood was noticed.
And I special thank you to my sister, Rachael! When I woke up Easter morning, this is what I found. I have the most amazing sister in the universe and beyond and I wouldn't trade her for a thing. I named the teddy-bear "Austi". "He's supposed to keep you company," Rachael said.
Yeah, I had the best Easter weekend. I really did. I hope everyone's was as good as mine. I know I had real blessings this year.
Thanks for reading!
-Sarah
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