“Owning our story can be hard but not nearly as difficult as spending our lives running from it. Embracing our vulnerabilities is risky but not nearly as dangerous as giving up on love and belonging and joy—the experiences that make us the most vulnerable. Only when we are brave enough to explore the darkness will we discover the infinite power of our light.” Brené Brown.

Photos and Fears

Late Sunday afternoon, our great friend and genius photographer Sam Vincent (@dderwent) took some incredible shots of Jesse and I. Sam captures AMAZING moments – check out his Instagram feed! He doesn’t take pictures, he captures heart and magic and wonder. He’s a part of White Lane Studio and they travel all over the world, photographing weddings, events, moments… I couldn’t recommend them enough!

When Jesse told me that Sam was coming to take our photo, I had a panic attack! I’ve been putting these photos off for 6 months! And while body image has played a small part of it, the source of my fear was much deeper. In 2008, through a series of events, I was diagnosed with depression and clinical burn out. My world  slowly crumbled… I couldn’t handle stress or solve problems like I used to, I had an early miscarriage, my parents marriage horrifically ended, and with that everything changed – they were my employers and our Senior Pastors. And while many incredible and miraculous moments happened around me – the births of my children, the love of my friends, and more – I just wasn’t recovering. Stress, failure, work, pressure… I would look in the mirror and see a hollow shell of the woman I used to be. I saw a stranger I knew intimately, and I hated it. My worthiness had been crushed.


Over the last couple of years, I’ve made some big changes in my life to rectify this. And you guys have played a major part in that – the discipline of writing, putting myself ‘out there,’ facing ridicule, but also being strengthened by the love and support of many of you, have been so important to me. THANK YOU. I’ve been learning to fall back in love with myself, God and life.

The kind of change hate births, grows with dislocation and pain… and only inflicts more pain. But change birthed of love? Well, thats a rebirth, that's resurrection. It grows with grace and faith into something transcendent and eternal.


When I looked at Sams photos, I was relieved to find that I liked what I saw. I saw a woman who knows how to overcome and has discovered deep joy. I've wrestled with God and found love in the tension. It was more than a couple of photos on a beach, for me it was a triumph.

Lizzy xo

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