Chewing Gum

On Sunday I was sitting in church with my friends Jed, Tage and Faith, and Jed’s parents, Joe and Jenny. Joe and Jenny are leaders in the church and bring a sense of groundedness and peace that I really appreciate and admire. I imagine that they are pretty busy taking care of important church business, but they never act like it. In fact, they’re the type of people who are always willing to just stop and chat and really, truly listen to what you have to say. They’re the type of leaders that you need in a church.

In the middle of the sermon, Jenny  got out a pack of bubble gum and passed it down the row, each kid taking a strip. The bubble gum passing took me back to sitting in the yellow pews of Auburn Nazarene, staring at the stained glass and looking at the ceiling, trying to make sense of this Jesus and why He mattered. And it reminded me of my friend Pam who always had a pack of gum to pass around in the middle of the sermon. Most of the time it was the kind of gum that popped out of the plastic packaging, which my mom never bought, so this gum seemed extra special. In fact, I think that almost anytime I was with Pam she was passing a package around. She was the queen of chewing gum. Maybe it was because we all had stinky kid breath (we did), but I think there was something more to it than that.

As I’ve thought about chewing gum and what it meant to share it, my friends Andy and Marie came to mind. They used to have a house with a swimming pool, and based on the stories I’ve heard it sounds like kids used to just drop by all summer long. Andy and Marie didn’t care, they just wanted kids to be able to escape the heat, come over and swim. I can imagine that many of those kids thought of Andy and Marie as second parents, sharing their life’s troubles and getting advice from two people who deeply care for others. Over the past year Andy and Marie downsized and they don’t have a pool anymore, so they decided to buy a boat. (Well, two boats, but that’s another story.) Why did they buy a boat? “Because we want to bless people,” Marie said.

There’s something really amazing and beautiful and remarkable and something I can’t quite put my finger on when I think of gum-sharing and boat-buying. But it’s something I want. I want a heart like my friends Jenny and Pam and Andy and Marie. I want to carry extra gum and buy a boat and do something ridiculous and irrational in the name of love. I want to do something to bless people for the sheer reason that I’ve been loved beyond all measure. And because it matters. It matters to give up your time and money and resources and energy. It matters to share our gum and our boats and our hearts and our fears and our celebrations. It matters because when we do these things we step a little bit closer into the kind of relationships God planned for us to have, the kind that were present in the Garden of Eden and the kind that are waiting for us in heaven.

Ridiculous and irrational love is the Love that came as a humble baby and lived a perfect life and died the death I deserved. And it’s the Love that conquered death once and for all, claiming victory over the grave, promising eternal life for all who believe. So with that in mind,  keep sharing your gum. Buy a boat and take your friends on the lake. Answer the phone when your friend calls at 2am.  Hang on to the things that matter, the things that God’s heart beats for. Being loved means we have a whole lot of love to give.

“For in Him the fullness of God was pleased to dwell, and through Him to reconcile to Himself all things; whether on earth of in heaven, making peace by the blood of His cross.” Colossians 1:19-20

“Greater love has no one than this, that someone lay down his life for his friends.” John 15:13

Beach Party Bingo

Everyone told me that I would meet my best friends in college. They were right. My Gospel Community is a rag-tag bunch of folks from all walks of life. We could probably get our own TV show. They were the best friends I never would have picked, but I’m so glad that God picked them for me.

We meet together every Tuesday to eat dinner and talk about life and how Jesus fits into it all. Most of the time we laugh uncontrollably and trying to get us to focus is like herding cats. Sometimes Ron plays oldies music and Marie and Andy dance which makes us laugh even more.

Most Sunday afternoons during football season we head over to the March’s to eat lunch and watch the Hawks. On Thanksgiving a few of us went over to the Thornhill’s just because Ryan Jr. sent us invitations. The March’s let me tag along when they went Christmas tree hunting. Some of my favorite memories are from sitting with John and Monica on the couch, just talking about life (and watching Hallmark movies.) We were the last guests at Nate and Makenzie’s wedding and laughed because it was pouring down rain the whole time. It’s still one of our favorite days. And on November 8th, while the rest of the country lost their minds over the election, we super-cheered until our throats were dry because it was Ryan Jr.’s birthday. We are big on celebrating birthdays.

Some combination of us sit together at church every Sunday and take communion. We have walked with each other through lost jobs and new jobs, moving, infertility and pregnancy, chronic illness, suicidal thoughts and depression, family problems, broken hearts, and everything in between. Right now we are walking with our sweet Monica as she battles cancer.

In every moment, good and bad, we remind each other that God is ALWAYS good. Always.

This past weekend Andy and Marie were gracious hosts and let us crash their cabin. We swam, kayaked, canoed, floated, searched for oysters and crabs, suntanned, ate a whole lot of junk food, laughed, sat by the fire, had a sleepover on the back deck, saw beautiful stars, danced, played games, and super cheered for anyone and everything. It was beautiful and messy and everything I hope heaven will be. It was a great weekend to breathe, to get away, and to remember what matters in life and what doesn’t matter at all.

As I think back on it all, I keep thanking God that He designed us to live in community. I never thought I would say that, but my life is rich because these people are an intimate part of it. They know they parts of me that are entirely unlovable and the love me relentlessly. We rub each other the wrong way and we find that God’s grace and forgiveness is more than enough for any transgression. They are an extension of my heart. They are my family.

God is Good

A couple weeks ago, my friend received the worst news you could expect to hear. Cancer. It's almost equivalent to a swear word because it produces all the worst feelings inside...fear, anxiety, doubt, despair. We all sat together at church on Sunday and cried through a sermon that talked about God's goodness and sovereignty. And two nights later, I sat next to my friend under twinkling lights on another friend's back porch with our Gospel Community. We sang these words:

You are good.

It didn't make sense for us to sing those words, but at the same time, it made all the sense in the world. When our world crashes down around us, and even when our world seems perfect, all we can do is cling to Jesus and remind each other of His great and precious promises.

This month is also the one year anniversary of losing my friend Pam to cancer. It feels like it all happened ten years ago, but sometimes it hits me just how much I miss her and it feels like it happened yesterday. Cancer has me asking questions. God, I know that nothing is beyond Your control, so why are you allowing this to happen? Why didn't you heal Pam? Why haven't you delivered my friend battling cancer right now? Why do all these bad things keep happening and why do You feel disconnected from it all?

Then I stop...because when I ask these questions, ultimately I am asking, God, are you really trustworthy? Are You really who You say You are? Are You really I Am? And while He may feel distant, the truth is that He is always near. He never forgets about us. Nothing is a surprise to Him. He is trustworthy, even in the middle of death and destruction. As my friend Randi reminded us on her back porch last week, He isn't a giver of death, He's a giver of abundant life.

Beauty from ashes.

Triumph from tragedy.

Life from death.

That is God's sovereignty right there. In the midst of the unknown, there is hope in knowing that God sees it all. He designs everything intricately. He is good even if cancer takes my friends. He is good because that is who He is. And I will declare that over and over because unlike my circumstances, God never changes. He is steadfast and that means He is ALWAYS good.

God doesn't promise to write us Happily Ever Afters, but He has already written Eternal Life into the story of those who trust in Him. Our stories won't end, regardless of what happens to our bodies. Bodies are just shells. But there is great joy ahead! It is far greater than anything we can imagine! So has the band Sanctus Real sings, "Just hold on to the promises."

"So we do not lose heart! Though our outer self is wasting away, our inner self is being renewed day by day. For this light, momentary affliction is preparing for us an eternal weight of glory beyond all comparison, as we look not to the things that are seen, but to the things that are unseen. For the things that are seen are transient, but the things that are unseen are eternal."

2 Corinthians 4:16-18

Be Here Now

I wrote this back in August but never published it because it never seemed finished/good enough. It still isn't finished, but I'm learning to embrace the unfinished and find peace wherever I am.

This week I got to spend some time in the mountains. The views are pretty remarkable, but what makes the wilderness so special to me is the sheer silence. I'm the only kid who still lives at home, so our house is pretty quiet these days, but nothing beats standing in the middle of amazing views accompanied by nothing but your own heartbeat. I drive home from the adventures not quite satisfied. I went for a walk early this morning in search of more silence. I think I could say I need some peace. Don't we all?

This world is so busy. We rush around from place to place without sitting and staying for awhile. Cell phones and televisions give us instant entertainment. If real people aren't exciting enough, look on Facebook. If you get bored, change the channel. There is no waiting game anymore. It makes me anxious. It makes me feel at war. I turn to the things that make me feel unsteady and worn when I know exactly Who to turn to in order to find relief. I understand now what Paul meant when he said he does the things he hates. It's all part of the sanctification process, this journey of walking (or stumbling) through life and trying to follow Jesus. I get to the end of each day and think, "God, can the process be over now? I'm ready to come home. I'm ready for some relief."

Questions about peace and technology have been rattling around in my brain for awhile now. I know they are connected and I'm still working through how God is reconciling the two. I read the quote above this past week and it stopped me in my tracks a little. Be here now. What does that even look like? How can I possibly be present in my life when I'm being pulled in one thousand different directions? Is it even worth it?

So...I made a list. A declaration of sorts. I decided to make this quote my motto. And this is what it means for me to be here now.

Being here now means I trust God's faithful provision. I don't have to worry about tomorrow or five years from now because I have already been given everything I need. Being here now means my heart can be at rest, regardless of the busyness of my schedule. It means I can say no to really good things so I can make time for the things God is calling me to. (That is a hard one for me.) It means I can work hard in school without finding my identity in my grades...because Jesus doesn't care about my GPA. Being here now means I will weep with the weeping and rejoice with the rejoicing. I will sit on your couch with you and cry and giggle. I will commit to praying for you (and actually pray!). I will be in your corner. I will put down my cell phone when I'm with you and will respond in grace when I don't get an instant response if I text you. Being here now means I will take the bull by the horns. I won't run from pain, nor will I try to numb it. Rather, I will run with my pain to JESUS. I will allow Him to fill my open hands. I will love with full abandon because I know I am fully loved in Christ.

Glorious Might

"May you be strengthened with all power, according to His glorious might, for all endurance and patience with joy, giving thanks to the Father, who has qualified you to share in the inheritance of the saints in light. He has delivered us from the domain of darkness and transferred us to the kingdom of His beloved Son, in whom we have redemption, the forgiveness of sins."

-Colossians 1:11-14

Glorious might. It's so far beyond my own understanding and yet I'm constantly searching for the answer. I want God to fit in a box that I can comprehend. There are a countless number of things beyond my reach, and I want God to make sense in the midst of it. What if it never makes sense? That's where faith puts the pedal to the metal. Will I trust when I don't understand?

Apart from being a daunting unknown, glorious might is also an enchanting mystery. I can spend my whole life learning the character of God and will not even scratch the surface. He's so big, so great, so beautiful that He's beyond full knowledge. And that's incredible. Just when I think I've figured it out, I've experienced the fullness of God, He reveals Himself more vibrantly that I imagined possible. It's breathtaking, like watching fireworks for the first time or walking around the corner and finding a room filled with your best friends. You feel so loved that your heart wants to burst and you wonder how on Earth you ever deserved this love.

And that's when the magic hits you. Because you know that you don't deserve fireworks or a room full of friends. You look at the mud on your hands and know you deserve death. BUT GOD, in the way only God can do, sent JESUS to grab hold of your muddy hands. He pulls you close and whispers, "I love you. You are mine."

He's glorious. He can't be understood. And somehow He loves me. He loves me enough to smear Himself with my muddy hands. He loves me enough to take the punishment for my mess. And then announces for the world to hear, "This is MY girl. I've made her clean. She is holy and blameless because of My finished work. She is a saint." All of heaven cheers and all of hell shudders because of His glorious might.

Summer 2016

Maybe it is because I am studying to be a teacher or maybe it is because I am obsessed with having a consistent schedule (probably a mixture of both), but I feel the excitement of a new school year in a deeply spiritual way. When the end of May rolled around, I legitimately prayed, "God, you have to get me through today emotionally and physically because there is no way in your beautiful green Earth I am going to make it on my own." I was #sodone. However, when my hourly planner arrived in mid-July, relaxing by the pool quickly became overrated. In sum, I LOVE FALL. I love new beginnings. I love football and the holidays and having something productive to fill my time.

 Summer began with a family hiking adventure. I love these people to the moon and back.

Summer began with a family hiking adventure. I love these people to the moon and back.

This summer though...this was a good summer. One of my favorites to date. Nothing exciting happened and perhaps that was why it was so wonderful. I walked into this summer needing intense rest, both physically and emotionally. I think it goes without saying that God came through for me and then some. He never leaves me hanging, not even for a moment.

I wrote this at the beginning of finals week on Sunday, May 22: "This summer, please capture my attention, God. Allow my heart to be open to me believe! Help me to believe who I am in You. You are so good. I don't believe that right now because my heart hurts over Pam. But I will say You are good until my heart believes! Life feels like a punch in the face. There are more questions than answers. But You are so faithful God." 

 This is from last summer but one of my very favorite photos with Pam and my mom at Emily's wedding. One of the happiest days of all time! I am so grateful for these memories.

This is from last summer but one of my very favorite photos with Pam and my mom at Emily's wedding. One of the happiest days of all time! I am so grateful for these memories.

Pam left this world and moved on to her true home on Saturday, May 28. There are not enough words to describe all the thoughts and emotions--good and bad--since that day. In short, it has been a difficult time of grief saturated in the grace of God. Sometimes my whole body aches because I miss her. I cry for her family because I know their ache must be even deeper. And other times I rejoice because I know one day we will stand together, praising our Savior forever. Thank you, Jesus, for that incredible promise.

 Visiting Alaska was ridiculously fun and definitely the highlight of my summer. Family time is the best time!

Visiting Alaska was ridiculously fun and definitely the highlight of my summer. Family time is the best time!

The other big part of this summer was learning about my identity in Christ. I never realized how incredibly lost and hopeless I was because I didn't believe that I had a new identity in Christ. But this summer, Jesus grabbed my heart, held it close and whispered over and over, "It is finished." Before this summer, I never consistently believed that God loved me. I constantly felt like I needed to work harder and save more people to gain His affection. There were times when I briefly believed it could be different, but I was too caught up in making people happy to notice that everything I did was in vain because I was working from my own strength. It took a horrible, lonely season of life to realize just how desperately I need Him. I could never work hard enough to earn God's love. I could never save anyone no matter how much I preached. On my best days, I am not good enough to be loved by God. But by grace and the cross, God loves me and when He looks at me, He sees Jesus! I don't have to work anymore because I am already loved.

 Last spring we kept saying that when summer started we would have time to grow our friendship and I am so thankful that was the case. God blessed me big time with a friend like her.

Last spring we kept saying that when summer started we would have time to grow our friendship and I am so thankful that was the case. God blessed me big time with a friend like her.

This is normally the part of the annual end-of-summer blog post where I make empty promises about the changes I am going to make this school year. But no more. Once I learned who I am in Christ, I started to realize how many other people in this world must be hopeless like I was. And Jesus started to stir in my heart a desire to hold my arms open wide, share my heart, and tell people who they really, truly are. The difference this time around is that I don't feel compelled by guilt or duty, but rather by the Spirit who is at work inside me. All of this is from Him, so much so that it surprises me. It doesn't make sense that I would want to share the inner-workings of my heart with others. That sounds scary! What if I get hurt? What will people think of me when they hear what really goes through my mind? What if no one likes me anymore?

 My favorite Mt. Rainier photo of the summer. It doesn't get better than this.

My favorite Mt. Rainier photo of the summer. It doesn't get better than this.

Rest. That's what will happen. I will be able to rest because I have security in my identity. If everyone forsakes me, if I lose everything, if I find out I am going to die tomorrow, I can rest because I know who I belong to. He is inviting me to join His story, to have a front row seat in everything He is going to do this school year and for the remainder of my life. And I say, YES GOD! I want to hop in. Keep giving me faith. When I forget who I am, remind me. Help me to believe. Help me to see. Help me to keep my arms and eyes open to what You're doing.


The book of Proverbs commands Christians to guard their hearts. As a college student I am still trying to figure out what that means and can only begin to imagine the confusion felt among girls younger than myself. How do I practically guard my heart? How do I find the right guys to date? How do I respond when I'm babysitting on Valentines Day for the fifth year in a row with no end to my singleness in sight?

This morning as I sat in a youth service to watch my big brother preach for the first time as the new youth pastor (woohoo!!!) I couldn't help but think back to my time spent in that very same youth group. I remember being terrified to step through the door. I had always been the life of the party as a kid, but suddenly I had become shy and insecure. Junior high is a rough time, folks. During those years, all I wanted was to be loved. I sought it from my family, my friends, my pastors and leaders, boys at school, and virtually every person that was part of my life. I was desperate for love.

 If you ever feel bad about yourself, just remember that this is how I dressed for Valentines Day in 7th grade. I didn't feel loved but I figured I would obnoxiously celebrate it anyways.

If you ever feel bad about yourself, just remember that this is how I dressed for Valentines Day in 7th grade. I didn't feel loved but I figured I would obnoxiously celebrate it anyways.

It is totally normally to want to be loved. In fact, God created us to long for love. It is why we need Him so desperately. Unfortunately, I let my desire for love also determine my value. I believed that how other people perceived me is what gave me worth. When those people let me down, mistreated me and abandoned me, my self-worth was shattered. This led me to search for more love, only to be hurt in the same way. It was a vicious cycle that left me feeling totally worthless. Who could ever love someone like me?

Needless to say I carried a lot of baggage with me when I entered the dating world at age 16. It was only 4 years ago, but if I ran into my 16-year-old self on the street, I don't think I would recognize her. I was in a dark place. I needed a way out. Someone decided to love me and I felt there was no other choice but to accept it. It was what I wanted, right? To be cared for and treasured and admired. So why didn't it feel warm and buttery like sunshine coming through the window in the morning? As far as I was concerned, dating was a total let down.

  I wore dog socks to my first formal dance because I was an independent lady who didn't need to impress any boys. (Or at least, that's what I told the Internet.)

 I wore dog socks to my first formal dance because I was an independent lady who didn't need to impress any boys. (Or at least, that's what I told the Internet.)

Youth pastors and parents alike stand on their soap boxes and tell teenagers to never date a non-Christian. But I'm on my soap box and I say that being a Christian is not enough for a successful dating relationship. You can go to church together, read the Bible together, and follow every rule in the dating handbook, but if you don't each believe individually how incredibly loved you are by Jesus, your relationship will crash and burn. I can say from experience that it is not worth the hurt you cause someone else and yourself to put yourself through a relationship where Jesus is not the absolute center. Too many Christians make this mistake. If you aren't ready to spend your dating relationship pointing someone to Jesus, don't date. Be patient and let God prepare your heart. And if the person you're dating isn't pointing you to the love of Christ every single day, it is time to rethink your relationship.

After all the heartbreak, the wandering, the worry and the hurt, I finally fell flat on my face and realized how badly I needed Jesus in every part of my life. Slowly but surely He has faithfully been restoring the parts of my heart that were wounded, but I also have the promise that I have been made new. The process is complete! In fact, it has been complete for about 2,000 years since Jesus uttered, "It is finished" on the cross. I am in Christ and that means I am a new creation. The way I let my heart get battered has no influence on who I am now. I am forever free, holy, redeemed, loved and cherished by JESUS. He is the only One who can determine my worth. By His grace, I get to experience love on Earth, but at the end of the day, it is Christ who satisfies.

There are so many things I wish I could tell my 13 year old self about heart-care, but mostly I wish I could give myself a hug and let myself know it will all be okay. It is okay. The hurt I felt is what led me to the cross, and that hurt allows me to appreciate the season of life I am in now. Life after high school is good. I'm finally getting to that spot everyone told me would come. You know, the time of life when boys starting "catching up." It has been cool to watch friendships blossom and start feeling more like adults and less like antsy teenagers who can't wait to grow up. It hasn't been all sunshine and daisies, but there have been some good times so far. Praise God for His grace. Praise God that we can run to the ends of the Earth and He will still pursue our hearts. Praise God for the gift of relationships, both platonic and romantic. And praise God that we only have to experience junior high once. (Once is more than enough for us all.)


The band Tenth Avenue North posted on Instagram a few days ago and the words have been rattling around in my brain since then.

"Tim Keller once said, 'true friendship is built on the times we willingly inconvenience ourselves for another.' When the world goes crazy, it's good to have a safe place. Praying today, that the church would rise up to carry each other's burdens, to be inconvenienced and interrupted with joy in our hearts. Whatever our friends bring into the light, may Jesus teach us to say, 'Is that all you got?' May the gospel make us all a safe place."

This summer, I've been able to sift through my old notebooks and journals. Most of the time, I would like to time-travel back to 8th grade and smack myself on the back of the head like Gibbs in NCIS and then give myself a hug. Because junior high is hard. And because even though at 15 I considered myself a good Christian girl who loved Jesus, I had no idea that I was doing it all wrong. I had no idea that even on my best days, I would never be able to earn God's love. I had no idea that in my flesh, I would never be enough, but by the grace of God and sacrifice of Jesus on the cross, I was made flawless. (Also, I had a crush on a different boy every other week which is a dumb way to treat your heart. But that is a story for another day.)

My journals reveal dozens of rabbit trails in my walk with God, but I can say with certainty that the times I was most connected to the Lord were also the times I was most connected in His church. Unfortunately, I often made the mistake of allowing the brokenness of others to turn me away from community. When people failed me, I walked away, convinced that it just wasn't worth it. Thankfully, by God's grace, my ideas about church have been restored and healed! (That's also a story for another day.) All I can say is, praise God. I cannot imagine what my life would look like now if I hadn't been connected into an amazing community.

 When I saw this on Facebook the other day, it made me want to blow my entire checking account so I could make hundreds of copies and post this all over my city. Thankfully Facebook has a share button which is basically the same thing but free.

When I saw this on Facebook the other day, it made me want to blow my entire checking account so I could make hundreds of copies and post this all over my city. Thankfully Facebook has a share button which is basically the same thing but free.

With all that being said, I am on-board the community train! In fact, most of the time I feel like I'm attempting to be a back-seat driver as God takes us down the track. In those moments, He gently reminds me, like any good dad, that there is a reason I'm sitting in the back seat. However, I'm excited because I know how flat out terrible it is to not be connected. I know what it is like to walk into church week after week with a chip on your shoulder, to push everyone away, and to wallow in self-pity. But I also know how sweet it is to be part of the family of believers. I know what it feels like to mourn with those who mourn and rejoice with those who rejoice. I know what it feels like to be unable to preach to myself and have my family step in and preach to me. I know the way that warm fuzzies flood your heart when you realize that someone willingly inconvenienced themselves for you. Sacrifice is hard, folks. And knowing that someone loved you enough to sacrifice...that is remarkable.

If you're in a season where community seems less appealing than eating worms...I get it. And if that is where you are right now, please know that Jesus wants to do a mighty work in you. In fact, He's already at work! Philippians says that He promises to finish that work! So rest easy. Pray. Know that God has never and will never leave you hanging. (And like the song, and my friend Monica, says...if you don't know what to pray, just say JESUS.) 

 These are some of the people in my community and let me tell you....I love them! I'm glad that Jesus made us family.

These are some of the people in my community and let me tell you....I love them! I'm glad that Jesus made us family.

From Me to You

I am a big proponent of honesty being the best policy. Not just taking the blame for eating the last piece of chocolate cake instead of blaming it on your brother (we have all been there), but also pouring yourself out in a vulnerable way. So, in true Abby fashion, I am going to be honest.

The only reason this blog is here is because I locked myself out of my other blog.

Yes, it is true. I forgot my password to the blog I have been writing since junior high and I am locked out until further notice. (Way to go, Abby.) After pounding my head against the wall for 30 minutes and throwing the pity party of the century, I realized it actually was not a big deal because hey, I own my own website! I can write things down there too! So here I am.

Here's another secret for you: writing is my first love. Photography entered my life through God's grace and perfect timing when I was in junior high, but writing has consistently been a habit I have practiced since I was a young girl. I have journals dating back to elementary school where I scribbled down thoughts about life, Jesus, boys and everything in between. While those journals are awesome, they live in a box under my bed. No one will ever read them which breaks my heart, not because I think people need to hear what I have to say, but because maybe, just maybe, someone out there needs to know it is okay to lay your honest heart on the table for the world to know. The pictures I take are just light being captured with people standing in the midst of it. No photo can reveal the whole truth. Words matter because without stories, other people appear to have perfect lives. In reality, life is messy and crazy and confusing at times. While there is beauty there is also pain. We have to acknowledge both of those parts and face them with equal amounts of courage.

 Exhibit A that photos  need  stories to accompany them. I made it to Camp Muir and it was amazing and beautiful but also hard and frustrating. I cried three times. But I made it! Life is so good. (And my dad is so loving.)

Exhibit A that photos need stories to accompany them. I made it to Camp Muir and it was amazing and beautiful but also hard and frustrating. I cried three times. But I made it! Life is so good. (And my dad is so loving.)

So, my friends, I hope that this little portion of my business will be like a love note from me to you. As I walk through photography, college, teaching, and everything in between, I am anxious to see how God wants to use my life and my words. Until then, this corner of the interwebs is for community, honesty and hope. May you find it here and in your "real" life as well.

Love, Abby