Quinceniera

I realized a little too late that I never posted some of the pictures I took at the Quinceniera. It was a very relaxed family affair that was held at the family home. It wasn't anything too spectacular, but it was so much fun.



I wish we would of played soccer at my Quinceniera, but my dress was a lot more fluffy than hers.



Again, I've only known her for about a year, but I am very impressed by who she is becomming.

Karen Martinez

She is the daughter of my Brother-in-Law's Uncle and her Quinceniera is comming up...
I am the sister of the wife of her father's nephew and I can take pictures fairly well..





The family asked me to take the pictures for her Quinceniera. A Quinceniera is similar to the American Sweet 16. It is a right of passage for most Hispanic ladies. It symbolizes the first steps taken into womanhood and is officiated by a ceremony done in church and a celebration following. She's going to have an enlarged picture of herself for people to sign at the Quinceniera and she wanted the picutes to be done at Balboa Beach.





I learned a lot yesterday. I learned about client-photographer etiquet. I learned about angles and where to stand when it comes to direction of the sun. I learned that due to the limited landscape a beach is a difficult place to photograph people. I also learned that the first 15 to 20 minutes of any photography session will most likely be spent on getting the suject to relax. Karen was very rigid at the beggining of yesterday's session, but towards the end she was more relaxed which made for more natural looking pictures.





She's a nice person and mature for her young age.

Psalm 139: 1-18

For the director of music. Of David. A psalm.
1 O LORD, you have searched me and you know me.
2 You know when I sit and when I rise;
you perceive my thoughts from afar.
3 You discern my going out and my lying down; 

you are familiar with all my ways.
4 Before a word is on my tongue 

you know it completely, O LORD.
5 You hem me in—behind and before; 

you have laid your hand upon me.
6 Such knowledge is too wonderful for me, 

too lofty for me to attain.
7 Where can I go from your Spirit? 

Where can I flee from your presence?
8 If I go up to the heavens, you are there; 

if I make my bed in the depths, you are there.
9 If I rise on the wings of the dawn, 

if I settle on the far side of the sea,
10 even there your hand will guide me, 

your right hand will hold me fast.
11 If I say, "Surely the darkness will hide me 

and the light become night around me,"
12 even the darkness will not be dark to you; 

the night will shine like the day, 

for darkness is as light to you.
13 For you created my inmost being; 

you knit me together in my mother's womb.
14 I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; 

your works are wonderful, I know that full well.
15 My frame was not hidden from you 

when I was made in the secret place. 

When I was woven together in the depths of the earth,
16 your eyes saw my unformed body. 

All the days ordained for me were written in your book
before one of them came to be.
17 How precious to me are your thoughts, O God! 

How vast is the sum of them!
18 Were I to count them, they would outnumber the grains of sand. 

When I awake, I am still with you


Intimacy is truely a scary thing.
But under the right context it is so Beautyful

Commissioning

About  two weeks ago I felt a strong desire to go to my friends church. The Church is known as Expression 58  and they seek to live out Isaiah 58 by creative means. One of the reasons why I love it because of the differing ways people express their worship to God. It is not uncommon to see people perform beautifully choreographed dance or paint as the leader is leading us in songs. I live for ministry, but when you are constantly giving it is easy to find yourself running dry. I go to this church in instances such as this. 

Come this August, I will have been working in Los Angeles for a year to help end Human Trafficking. This has become a passion of mine and I will move out to LA soon to further it. That night after an amazing hour of worship the Pastor came up and asked all those who felt called to work in Los Angeles to remain standing, so I did. He prayed a prayer of commissioning over us. As he prayed and my friend laid hands on me I felt an amazing surge of power run through me. One that could never have originated from myself. 

In that instance God's passion and desire for Los Angeles became blatantly apparent to me. Not only that, but He revealed to me what my part in His desires would be. I am learning to declare war... War on trafficking. War on Sin. War on all types of Slavery.  

It is both compelling and frightening

Charlie the Unicorn 3

Well worth the wait!!

Be sure to pause the music at the bottom of this page.

Motherhood

This week, I celebrated with a close friend as her and her family welcomed a new life into this world. I could not help but think how well motherhood suited her and how all consuming her love for her child is. It made me jealous and got me thinking about the concept of motherhood.

Motherhood is more than the birthing and care-take of children. It is the will and passion to ensure the Physical, Spiritual, Emotional, and Psychological health of another human being. To raise them in such a manner they will be a source of pride not only for the family, but also to the individual themselves. To see within others the divine spark and thus know all humans are worthy of love, compassion, and life. Motherhood requires the eventual sacrificial offering to God, the sacrifice being the child itself. Done under the understanding that His will must be done. But there is joy found in the sacrifice. For there will never exists hands that are more gentler, loving, wise, powerful, or compassionate.

Time

The passage of time is marked in the colors that surround me. It is found in the vibrancy of the new beginnings of Spring, the fading as it stands the straining of the Summer sun, the understanding of its impeding passing as Fall begins to slow life down, and its eventual death as time grows cold. So why am I so surprised that what began so lush and green fell to the deadening factors of time?

Cooling winter envelopes me in her arms as my surroundings succumb to a white slumber. Under her blankets I find rest. Until the Spring rays roll the sleep from my eyes. And I start again.