Tuesday, May 26, 2015

Another Post About Art

   My dad hates art. I remember when I was a kid he would make endless comments about how stupid and pointless art was. I agreed only because I thought dad was always right, and I never thought I could have an opinion for myself. Plus if I dare say I like a painting, he would make fun of me; and I got enough of that without initiating it. But as I got older I realized I really love art. Like a lot. Now, I could go into the long stereotypical story of how an art hater raised a daughter who fell in love with art and her story of overcoming adversity to create art or whatever, but that's not my point. My point is that I didn't get my creative ability from my desire to rebel against my biological dad. I did get my love for artistic expression from a dad, but not him.

   I got it from my Father. From God.

   My heavenly Father loves art and expression and symbolism, and I think I got that from Him. Heck, I'm the product of His divine creative expression. Me. Ephesians 2:10 says that we are His workmanship. That word? It means "masterpiece." We are His greatest work of art. Then we have the whole freaking Old Testament, which is jam packed with symbols and things of the like. Take the temple for example; everything about it was designed a specific way. Everything from the measurements to the medium they used to build it. God had it planned that way for a reason. The ark of the covenant was made and that thing is just one giant metaphor. (Augustus Waters would be proud.) And that just gets me sometimes. Like there are times where I just sit and read my bible and want to smack myself in the face because its so boring because it just goes on and on about the way buildings were to be designed and how much gold to use and so forth; and then God does all these weird things that you think are just ridiculous, but if you take time to think about them, you will see that its God being poetic. Jesus, while He was here on earth, almost always spoke in parables; He told stories. He knew that symbolism was easier for us; at least, it always is for me. He was a masterful storyteller.

   He really is the greatest artist of all time. Just look around you. Look at all the beautiful people you meet every day. Look at the way the sky looks right now. Isn't it just...awesome?

   I get my love for art from my Dad. I'm slowly learning that that's the way I connect to Him. It's like father/daughter bonding time, in a way. To me, art is the way we communicate. I have never been good with words, and I think He likes using pictures. Art is the way I worship. When most people think of worship they think of singing at church on Sunday, but lately that just hasn't cut it for me. I create an expression, and I think God reads them. And really, He is the only one that ever could. Sure people can like my photography and like how I sing and how I dance, but the only one who could ever truly understand what those expressions mean to me, is God. He knows me. (Psalm 139:1.) And that takes the pressure off of me to create a flawless work of art; because far too often I get caught up in trying to please people with my photography and I get tempted to explain something that shouldn't be explained. People can't understand a lot of what I figuratively say because when they look at my pictures, they're eavesdropping on a two way conversation, so of course it doesn't make sense. It's not for them.

   God speaks to me through art too. For example, the biggest reason I love doing photoshoots is because when I look through my camera lens, I see people less in a human way, and more in a heavenly way. It's like God lets me get a sneak preview of how He sees us. And it blows me away every time.

   I just love how God works. I hope each and every one of you gets to experience God in a way that makes you get goose bumps. It's my prayer that you would find your way to worship; and for some people that might be singing and dancing, but for others it might be playing sports or running or building things or taking pictures. We all have talents and spiritual gifts that are vastly different, but they all bring glory to God. And that kind of strayed from my main point but that's okay.

   God is an amazing artist and I just love that. Really that's what I wanted to say. Those are just my scrambled thoughts on the subject, but if you have anything to add, feel free to comment. I'd love to hear from you. I also have a lot that I've been learning about worship so maybe I'll talk about that eventually. Thanks for reading. (One more follower until 100. How did this happen?! You guys rock.)

I forgot I had all these pictures to share! If you like my photography, you should like my facebook page. I post a lot of it on there. You can like that page via THIS LINK.
Sorry its taken so long to get a post out. I've been lazy busy. If you care to be updated, I'll do so another time. Tell me what you think of the pictures! The last ones were from my first prom session, so I was pretty nervous. Those are just some of my favorites. 

Okay this is the end of the post for real now. May the Force be with you!

Friday, May 1, 2015

Why Growing Up Is Awesome

   It's happening guys.

   We're growing up.

   Well, maybe not all of us. Some of us have already grown and others still have a long way to go. But basically what I'm getting at is I'm graduating. Me and my friends aren't little children anymore. I've been filled with so many emotions with all my fellow seniors posting pictures with their college tee's and prom dresses. It feels surreal. Of course, high school happened too fast and it scared me. It's weird that I'm an adult. Let me tell you the truth.

   I'm terrified. I'm mad. I'm sad. I'm confused.

   I'm not ready to grow up. It's weird because people look at me like I'm an adult while I still see myself as a ten year old. It seems like just yesterday I was in middle school and the biggest stressor in my life was friend drama and wondering if my crush liked me back. I am ill prepared for life; I have no idea how I'm going to pass the tests I have to take for college, I don't know how I'm going to survive anything in college, or how I'll have time to do anything with all the homework I'll probably have, and I might get a job in the summer, and I'm still afraid to talk to my doctor on the phone, and I need to get a drivers license, and I realized that I need to learn how to make decisions for myself now, and that I won't have youth group anymore and a good portion of my friends are leaving the state while I'm just going to community college. I hate change. It scares the crap out of me. So all that...yep. No thank you. Can we not?

   But a long time ago I made a promise to myself. I promised I wouldn't be "that guy." You know, the one who complained about how growing up sucks and life is just passing by so fast? I never wanted to be someone who said that, and I still don't. Because growing up is what we were made to do. It's a part of life. And complaining about it only makes you miserable. So really, what's the point? Growing up is wonderful. I always used to fantasize about being eighteen. I wanted to grow up so badly. I'm sure most people did too until they actually got to be a senior in high school; and by then they were wishing they were young again. I almost wish that too.

   But no. I refuse to think that way. Because its pointless. I'm going to allow myself to look back on my life and smile and be grateful it all happened but never ask to go back because I can't. All I have is what's in front of me, and its enough. A lot of people don't get to live to be eighteen, so why on earth am I here complaining about how old I am?

   I still have so many epic adventures to be had. I get to go to school for the first time and study to become a psychologist so that I can live my dream of helping people who struggle with self harm, depression, and eating disorders. Guys, that finally hit me today and I am so excited. Like I can't wait to start taking psych classes and maybe intern somewhere and then get my degree and be able to run a nonprofit and, prayerfully, be able to make a difference. I want to be a public speaker and conferences and I want to have a program for people who struggle with distorted eating but don't have an official "eating disorder" diagnosis so maybe we can prevent eating disorders. I want to take a nutrition class so I can learn to eat better and teach others to do the same.

   I'm finally going to meet new people too! I'm going to be so out of my comfort zone but I can't wait to see what God has planned for me at college. I'm looking forward to finding ways to share my faith and be a light there, even at community college. I'm stoked that I have friends going with me and hopefully I'll have a class with at least one of them.

   Being an adult opens more doors for me ministry wise, and I am looking forward to doing a crap load of volunteering, maybe this summer before I get too busy. I pray that I'll also get this job at an office so I can be a "real adult" and make my own money and be able to buy things for my friends and help my mom out. I'm going to be able to go places, socialize, and grow more as a person over the next few years. And most importantly, I'm going to be able to follow God's calling for my life.

   If those things don't sound exciting to you then man, I feel sorry for you. Because its great.

   So I wanted to tell you that because I don't want you to be afraid. I also say it because I am terrified and I'm trying so hard not to be. I hope you realize how blessed you are, no matter what stage of life you're in, you are blessed. Change is difficult, but you have the ability to either complain or be thankful. Life is always going to go at the opposite pace you want it; its just the way it goes. You can only control how you respond to it. So what will you choose to do?

   Seriously life is wonderful. You have a great one ahead of you with so many more adventures. Be brave, my friends.

   What are your plans for the coming year? Graduates, what are your plans for college years and beyond? How does growing up feel? PS. Enjoy my "Growing Up" playlist.

Stressed Out / twenty one pilots 
College Kids / Relient K
The Shindig / FM Static
Young Volcanoes / Fall Out Boy
That Green Gentleman / Panic! At The Disco
Teen Idle / Marina And The Diamonds
Going Away To College / Blink-182
Photograph / Nickelback
I've Had The Time Of My Life / The One From Dirty Dancing
Don't You Forget About Me / Simple Minds
Young / Kenny Chesney
High School / Superchick

Side note: I saw Age Of Ultron today and it blew my mind. Might do a blog post on that one. It was a spiritual journey. I have more blog ideas actually so you'll be hearing from me a lot. My last talent show is on Sunday and depending on how it goes, you might get a video...
Plus I want to get to work on redesigning this ol' blog. Woo!

Alright, Faith signing out. For real this time.