You don’t have to travel far to go on an adventure.
An evening at the creek close to home, fishing and catching frogs,
singing soft songs that you all know by heart,
and watching the sun go down.
venturing into tiny new experiences and finding the freedom to be yourself.
The most meaningful journey is not to a place, but to a feeling- a knowing.
That you are loved, after all.
By those who have been there all along.
Three friends, cameras, lots of coffee, worship music, and the open road. This Summer I had the joy of getting to travel out west with two of my dearest friends. I got to know Amber through church, and through shooting her and her husband’s engagement photos and wedding, and now God’s taking them four hours away from our little Texas hometown. She introduced me last year to Becky, the sweetest Pennsylvania girl turned Texan, who is about to marry the man of her dreams. So grateful for the opportunity to get to visit Arizona, Utah, Colorado, New Mexico, and West Texas before life takes all of us down different paths.
These girls have been like sisters to me this past year. Always challenging me in my faith and encouraging me to grow closer to Christ. And even after eleven long days on the road together with its share of ups and downs, we’re still the best of friends. Grateful for the daily gifts, big and small, that God brings our way. And the way he orchestrates each area of our lives. Mere photos can’t capture the full story of this trip and all it meant to me. Grateful for a dream come true of a vacation this Summer.