Flashes of Happy

Life is an emotional two-steps-forward, one-step-back dance right now, so when I’m ahead, I grab my camera and do my best to nourish my soul. This week I was able to take Beth’s advice below and run with it, grabbing some wonderful flashes of happy. Celebrate with me, won’t you?

Flash #1 ~
There’s a new grandbaby on the way! My daughter created the board for the announcement below and brought our precious big-sister-to-be Rae-baby over for the pictures. I don’t usually photograph things that move (and boy did this one move!), but we all had a great time and are happy with the results.

Flash #2 ~
I also managed to make another still life photo earlier in the week. We’ve had a lot of rain and the sun just hasn’t been cooperating with my work schedule, so light is scarce when I’m home. But even though I only captured the single image below, the cheery yellow makes me quite happy.

Flash #3 ~
Did ya see it?! Did ya see it?! Did ya? Did ya? See what? Well Jurassic World of course! I’m a total dork I know, but I actually got a little misty during the fly-overs of the island as the theme music swelled. Twenty years ago I cuddled with my then 6-year-old daughter as we watched part of the original on TV, marveling at the dinosaurs, with a blanket to hide under during any scary parts of course. Oh the nostalgia! 

So did you grab any flashes of happy this week?


I’m celebrating the extraordinary ordinary today with Barb Brookbank’s Sunday SundriesDo you have something to celebrate? Come join us!


A week after Valentine’s day I came home from work to find my beautiful gift roses all fallen and wilted.

I’d let the water dry up.

I quickly snipped their stems and gave them water again, hoping they’d revive, to no avail.

Except for one.

My counselor and I have been talking about things I need to spend some time mourning. Consequently, I’ve been thinking about the stages of grief lately. Seeing my roses variously wilted spoke to me of those stages, with the single bloom defiantly, expectantly…hopefully…facing upward. So as the metaphor emerged, I turned the flower toward the light…it’s only true source of hope.


Never Too Far

Any Jason Castro fans reading this? He made top four on American Idol in 2008. He was a favorite of mine then, and still is today. I have some of his music on my personal “hope-full” playlist (what, you don’t have one of those? you should definitely get one).

Anyway, I’ve had his song Wait for a Miracle on repeat since Monday morning and I’m alternating between tears and joy every time it plays, but it’s soooo good!

To think…I’m never too far from a miracle. My circumstances, my feelings…

my heart

can change in an instant.

Such HOPE!

I’ve embedded the song below if you wanna hear what I’m talking about.


Grace is Enough

Why can’t I change? Why won’t God step in and do it for me?

Do you ever feel this way? I sure do. But we’re certainly not the first to wrestle with these questions. Paul, an apostle of Jesus and ancient writer of the New Testament, fought the same battle:

“I decide to do good, but I don’t really do it; I decide not to do bad, but then I do it anyway. My decisions, such as they are, don’t result in actions. Something has gone wrong deep within me and gets the better of me every time.  I’ve tried everything and nothing helps. I’m at the end of my rope. Is there no one who can do anything for me?”

Can you feel Paul’s frustration? I can…I have.

But that’s not his only problem. Paul also had some sort of infirmity and begged God to fix it, but He said no. Instead, God said, “My grace is enough; it’s all you need.”

In the original language, the word for grace is charis, meaning good will, loving-kindness, favor. I imagine God’s heart behind those eight simple words goes something like this…

Though I say no, My good will toward you has not changed.
Though I will not, know that My loving-kindness is still at work.
And though you cannot, you always are my favorite.
My grace is enough.


References: Romans 7:17-252 Corinthians 12:7-9

Much to Hope

As this is blog attempt #5 (#6 if you count my Xanga days), to say I am relying on hope at this moment is a bit of an understatement. My track record of stops and starts doesn’t bode well for blogging success again this time. Still, I desire a place play with my photography friends, sharing images and words of encouragement and hope, and a bit of my heart as well.

If you’d like to know a little bit more about me, please check out the About bekearns page.

Thank you so much for taking the time to stop by. We have much to hope, you know.