tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-316699592024-03-12T23:52:27.525-04:00Fully Alive"The glory of God is a a man fully alive; and the life of man consists in beholding God." - St. IrenaeusSarah Bradshawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09585626595081705542noreply@blogger.comBlogger165125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31669959.post-71100069073014741372009-11-27T19:01:00.002-05:002009-11-27T20:29:12.805-05:00Follow Friday | My other blogAfter more than three years of blogging, I've decided to set up a schedule for myself. Hopefully this will add some regularity and readability to my blog, while providing information to my readers. Blog schedule is as follows:<br /><br />Sunday— my day of rest. Therefore, no posting.<br />Monday— "<a href="http://www.ampersandphoto.net/search/label/Today%20I%20Feel">Today I feel...</a>", a series of posts that describe a concept or an emotion in one-image and one phrase.<br />Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday— photoshoots and writing<br />Friday— "Follow Friday," a series of posts about other blogs or photographers to follow (my blog version of a <a href="http://twitter.com/">Twitter</a> tradition).<br />Saturday— Personal. I only post if I feel like it.<br /><br />So...<br /><br />Today is Friday.<br />Follow Friday.<br />Black Friday.<br /><br />But it's also Thanksgiving week. So I plan to start Follow Friday <span style="font-style: italic;">next</span> Friday.<br /><br />Look forward to it.<br /><br />In the meantime...<br /><br />I would like to announce that I'm moving this blog over to my photography blog: <a href="http://www.ampersandphoto.blogspot.com">ampersandphoto.blogspot.com</a>. I've posted the same content on both blogs for the six months, but now I've decided to just post on my photography blog. So head on over to that one to stay up on things going on in my heart and through my camera.Sarah Bradshawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09585626595081705542noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31669959.post-51214352228279313222009-11-23T22:46:00.003-05:002009-11-27T19:51:17.201-05:00Today I feel...<a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/scdanaher/4129366413/" title="[sun filled] by scdanaher, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2653/4129366413_34f166dec7.jpg" alt="[sun filled]" width="333" height="220" /></a><br />[sun thirsty]Sarah Bradshawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09585626595081705542noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31669959.post-7769557070524980642009-11-21T23:43:00.005-05:002009-11-22T01:11:37.015-05:00Life lessons<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I sat in the corner of the pew and watched, uncertain of my feelings, uncertain about what I </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >should</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> feel. People came in and formed a line, some that I knew, many that I didn't, and the gentle buzz of quiet, restrained voices swirled somewhere overhead. I let it float on without any contribution, alone in my thoughts.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I was glad for the corner, grateful for the solidity of the wood against my back, uncomfortably aware of the contrast between the strength behind me and the <a href="http://girlfullyalive.blogspot.com/2008/08/just-afraid.html">unsteadiness inside</a> of me.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">It was <a href="http://www.ampersandphoto.net/2009/11/holding-onto-comfort.html">Grandpa's Memorial Service</a>. And I had much to think about, and much to learn.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Grandma was a picture of God's grace. Standing up in front, next to Grandpa's picture— alone. Gently, graciously speaking to every person in the room— alone. Smiling, hugging, reminiscing— alone.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I watched all that aloneness, felt the wrench in my throat grow stronger and the emptiness in my stomach grow heavier. I watched and felt and thought… and I learned.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I learned the truth in </span><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/C._S._Lewis">C. S. Lewis</a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">' statement that "</span><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.goodreads.com/quotes/show/3058">to love at all is to be vulnerable.</a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">" The more I love people, the more I will hurt, the more they will be able to hurt me. The depth of Grandma's love for Grandpa is the same depth of hurt she experiences in his death. The people I love the most will hurt me the most. Fact of life.</span> And <a href="http://girlfullyalive.blogspot.com/2008/11/view-of-world-inside-out.html">learning to love</a> is not easy.<br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">But I also realized, more deeply than ever before, just how vitally important it is to find my full, complete satisfaction in Christ.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><a href="http://girlfullyalive.blogspot.com/2009/04/strange-beings.html">Jesus is the reason</a> that Grandma could smile, and hug, and graciously receive others into her arms in the face of Grandpa's death. They were married nearly 60 years. They were everything to each other, and did everything together. He was the love of her life. And yet, she found </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >her</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> joy and satisfaction in Jesus Christ, not in her marriage, or his affirmation, or anything else.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">In short, I learned that only way to </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >really</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> love a person is to <a href="http://www.ampersandphoto.net/2009/08/new-rings.html">find my full, complete satisfaction in Christ first</a>. That's the only way to handle hurt, the only way to keep on loving when I don't feel like it, the only way overcome differences.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Sometimes this is hard. Actually, it's hard a lot of times. But God is <a href="http://www.ampersandphoto.net/2009/04/because-i-need-reminder.html">faithful ALL the time</a>, and sufficient ALL the time, and </span><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.ampersandphoto.net/2009/08/sometimes-sometimes.html">good ALL the time</a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">. And watching Grandma, I remembered the truth in these statements. </span><br /><br /><blockquote><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Love is not duty for duty's sake or right for right's sake. It is not a resolute abandoning of one's own good with a view solely for the good of the other person. It is first a deeply satisfying experience of the fullness of God's grace, then a doubly satisfying experience of sharing that grace with another person.</span> - <a href="http://www.desiringgod.org/">John Piper</a>, <a href="http://www.desiringgod.org/ResourceLibrary/OnlineBooks/ByTitle/1594_Desiring_God/">Desiring God</a></span></span></span></blockquote><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I'd forgotten that <a href="http://www.ampersandphoto.net/2009/05/death-is-not-dying.html">death taught lessons like this</a>.</span><br /><br /><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/scdanaher/4123281233/" title="aged by scdanaher, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2665/4123281233_ec004b7a5a.jpg" alt="aged" width="333" height="500" /></a>Sarah Bradshawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09585626595081705542noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31669959.post-58554317499938353162009-11-19T11:18:00.002-05:002009-11-19T13:52:53.955-05:00Yeah, so we're a coffee-loving family, Part IIWith such an abundance of coffee at our house, we find creative ways to dispose of the used grounds. Some make it to the compost bins (yes... let's caffeinate our tomatoes). Some just go straight to the garbage (that would be me... sometimes I just don't feel like dumping them outside). But often, we put our used grounds on our azalea and hydrangea bushes as fertilizer. Who knew that coffee grounds would make such happy plants?<br /><br />Well, apparently it makes for a happy <span style="font-style: italic;">dog</span>, too.<br /><br />The other day my sister noticed Enya, our yellow lab, spending a lot of extra time nosing around in the bushes. As she kept watching, she noticed Enya chewing on something. Upon closer examination, she realized that Enya wasn't chewing on a ball or a stick or a deer bone, but was, in fact, eating the used and discarded coffee grounds.<br /><br />Good grief. Even my <span style="font-style: italic;">dog</span> loves coffee.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TRZgQCgZ778/SwWT9bDqzvI/AAAAAAAAE6k/zWTks3DMUcc/s1600/2009_07_04_SCD_0126.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TRZgQCgZ778/SwWT9bDqzvI/AAAAAAAAE6k/zWTks3DMUcc/s400/2009_07_04_SCD_0126.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405889611172597490" border="0" /></a>Sarah Bradshawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09585626595081705542noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31669959.post-33445257904539945032009-11-18T16:02:00.000-05:002009-11-18T17:07:55.513-05:00Yeah, so we're a coffee-loving family<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TRZgQCgZ778/SwRv2nTL2rI/AAAAAAAAE6c/0accthXAnDM/s1600/2009_11_16_SCD_0009.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TRZgQCgZ778/SwRv2nTL2rI/AAAAAAAAE6c/0accthXAnDM/s400/2009_11_16_SCD_0009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405568436804508338" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">As many of you know, I love coffee. A lot. Many of you also know that I am not alone in my love for coffee. It is, in fact, something that has been carefully fostered and cultivated by my parents. But do you know why I love coffee?</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /><br />My father is an amazing man of God. He is a strong leader, enthusiastic, energetic, and always has wise counsel. My mother is humble, and steady in her love for Jesus. She is the perfect person to spill my heart to, because she always listens. And she patiently listens for God's voice, too. There are few things that please my parents more than to see godly fruit in their kids, and I grew up rising early so we could get in family devotions before Dad left for work.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I have clear memories of those mornings— the alarm went off, I got up, dressed, and went straight to the kitchen, where I found Dad fixing his coffee. Sometimes it was his first cup. But often, he had already been up for awhile, in God's Word, preparing to lead his family into worship. When I was young, I fixed myself a cup of herbal tea before sitting down around God's Word, but eventually grew into coffee, as well.</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /><br />My parents also taught me that discipleship and coffee go hand-in-hand. We hosted Care Groups at our house throughout my early years. Tuesday nights were like clockwork— 5:30pm, feed the kids. 6:00pm, final touches on the house. 6:30pm, kids in bed. 6:45pm, turn the coffee pot on. I was about 14 when my parents began to disciple individual couples. I remember falling asleep to the smell of coffee and the gentle hum of voices gathered around the Word of God, and in fellowship with one another.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Some people drink coffee for the stimulant. Others drink it for the flavor, or because they like holding something warm in their hands. Now, don't get me wrong— I don't complain about caffeine, and I </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >love</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> the flavor, the scent, and the warmth of coffee. But for me, it means much more than what the physical senses can discern.</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /><br />The sound of the coffee grinder is a welcome invitation to sit, and enjoy, and talk for awhile. A hot mug in my hand means that I am safe, and I am loved. The primary reason I drink coffee is because, growing up, I watched my parents walk out faith and discipleship with mugs of coffee in their hands and another pot brewing in the kitchen. As I have learned to love God's Word and heart-to-heart conversation, it was always with a pottery mug within reach. </span>Sarah Bradshawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09585626595081705542noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31669959.post-72283999544871680502009-11-12T00:27:00.005-05:002009-11-12T01:14:23.066-05:00holding onto comfort<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/scdanaher/4097681520/" title="Tree of life by scdanaher, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2693/4097681520_c83101c698.jpg" alt="Tree of life" height="220" width="333" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">My grandfather passed away this evening. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I will write more about it later. For now, we hold to these words:</span><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="UIIntentionalStory_Names" ft="{"type":"name"}"> </span></div><h3 style="font-weight: normal;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{"type":"msg"}"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span class="UIStory_Message" style="font-family:georgia;"><blockquote><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" >Blessed</span><br />be the God and Father<br />of our Lord Jesus Christ,<br />the <span style="font-style: italic;">Father of mercies</span><br />and<span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" > God of all comfort</span>,<br />who comforts us in <span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" >all</span> our affliction,<br />so that we may be able to comfort those who are in any affliction,<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">with the comfort</span> with which<br />we<span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"> ourselves</span><br />are comforted <span style="font-size:130%;">by God</span>.<br />For as we share abundantly in Christ’s sufferings,<br />so <span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">through Christ</span></span><span style="font-style: italic;"> we share <span style="font-size:180%;"><br />abundantly</span><br />in comfort, </span>too.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">— 2 Cor. 1:3-5 —</div></blockquote></span></span></h3>Sarah Bradshawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09585626595081705542noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31669959.post-11468766455727384892009-11-11T13:15:00.004-05:002009-11-11T14:07:54.581-05:00Audriana | Senior Portraits<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Audri is a really cool high school senior. We met in a coffee shop, and chatted about the things that we love, the things we fear, and the things we dream about. She's smart, down-to-earth, and loves to have fun. And I had a blast doing her portraits.<br /><br /></span>Audri's smile is sweet and honest. And she smiles a lot with her eyes— something that I love about her.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/scdanaher/4095139021/" title="Untitled by scdanaher, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2513/4095139021_1993a866dc.jpg" alt="" width="333" height="500" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/scdanaher/4095899606/" title="Untitled by scdanaher, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2631/4095899606_bb56180de2.jpg" alt="" width="333" height="500" /></a><br /><br />Audri is my friend <a href="http://www.jeremymsnow.com/">Jeremy</a>'s goddaughter, so he came along to second shoot for me... and captured some incredible images in the process. This is one of them.<br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/scdanaher/4095138369/" title="Untitled by scdanaher, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2668/4095138369_8bc056dfcd_m.jpg" alt="" width="333" height="333" /></a><br /><br />Jeremy's shot.<br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/scdanaher/4095898944/" title="Untitled by scdanaher, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2497/4095898944_da881c2a88_m.jpg" alt="" width="333" height="220" /></a><br /><br />Another one of Jeremy's.<br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/scdanaher/4095899068/" title="Untitled by scdanaher, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2469/4095899068_721016700a.jpg" alt="" width="333" height="500" /></a><br /><br />Check out those eyes!<br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/scdanaher/4095139055/" title="Untitled by scdanaher, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2506/4095139055_a4a5beea47_m.jpg" alt="" width="333" height="220" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/scdanaher/4095899668/" title="Untitled by scdanaher, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2719/4095899668_aa680d7177_m.jpg" alt="" width="333" height="333" /></a><br /><br />Audri is studying nursing... and she loves it. I have so much respect for people in the medical field, because my brain can't function on their level. She's pretty amazing.<br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/scdanaher/4095139187/" title="Untitled by scdanaher, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2590/4095139187_6aa20981cb.jpg" alt="" width="333" height="500" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/scdanaher/4095899750/" title="Untitled by scdanaher, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2726/4095899750_53181f9cd6.jpg" alt="" width="333" height="500" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/scdanaher/4095139407/" title="Untitled by scdanaher, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2682/4095139407_49abdc4ab1_m.jpg" alt="" width="333" height="220" /></a><br /><br />Another one by Jeremy.<br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/scdanaher/4095899130/" title="Untitled by scdanaher, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2525/4095899130_0a40c80356.jpg" alt="" width="333" height="500" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/scdanaher/4095140277/" title="Untitled by scdanaher, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2508/4095140277_3b3134ed36_m.jpg" alt="" width="333" height="220" /></a><br /><br /><div style="" class="photocaption"><div class="photocaption_text">Audri brought her sister and her boyfriend along for the shoot, which was GREAT fun.</div></div><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/scdanaher/4095900072/" title="Untitled by scdanaher, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2683/4095900072_daef4eb406_m.jpg" alt="" width="333" height="220" /></a><br /><br /><div style="" class="photocaption"><div class="photocaption_text">I love the laughter!!</div></div><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/scdanaher/4095139661/" title="Untitled by scdanaher, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2500/4095139661_49d70320b3_m.jpg" alt="" width="333" height="220" /></a><br /><br />Aren't they adorable??!?!<br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/scdanaher/4095139693/" title="Untitled by scdanaher, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2573/4095139693_f9807d4e2a_m.jpg" alt="" width="333" height="220" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/scdanaher/4095139781/" title="Untitled by scdanaher, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2648/4095139781_73dac0d8a0.jpg" alt="" width="333" height="500" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/scdanaher/4095900538/" title="Untitled by scdanaher, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2516/4095900538_eeaa9c1f43.jpg" alt="" width="333" height="500" /></a><br /><br />Sarah's favorite!!!<br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/scdanaher/4095139827/" title="Untitled by scdanaher, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2681/4095139827_16a10cc326_m.jpg" alt="" width="333" height="333" /></a><br /><br />Another one by Jeremy.<br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/scdanaher/4095138663/" title="Untitled by scdanaher, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2711/4095138663_f46a468497_m.jpg" alt="" width="333" height="220" /></a><br /><br />So, so cute!<br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/scdanaher/4095900346/" title="Untitled by scdanaher, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2701/4095900346_ed25a28849_m.jpg" alt="" width="333" height="220" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/scdanaher/4095900408/" title="Untitled by scdanaher, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2609/4095900408_d93b35fb21.jpg" alt="" width="333" height="500" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/scdanaher/4095900474/" title="Untitled by scdanaher, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2615/4095900474_743bf706a8.jpg" alt="" width="333" height="500" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/scdanaher/4095140143/" title="Untitled by scdanaher, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2549/4095140143_28440cf423_m.jpg" alt="" width="333" height="220" /></a><br /><br />Jeremy's shot.<br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/scdanaher/4095138769/" title="Untitled by scdanaher, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2578/4095138769_8705f3a7fe_m.jpg" alt="" width="333" height="220" /></a><br /><br /><div style="" class="photocaption"><div class="photocaption_text">Audri's pretty crazy about her red Grand Am. I loved the pictures with it!</div></div><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/scdanaher/4095900708/" title="Untitled by scdanaher, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2599/4095900708_242f861826_m.jpg" alt="" width="333" height="220" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/scdanaher/4095900758/" title="Untitled by scdanaher, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2448/4095900758_9f9875fcf3.jpg" alt="" width="333" height="500" /></a><br /><br />Jeremy's picture<br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/scdanaher/4095140433/" title="Untitled by scdanaher, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2517/4095140433_4627caf29f_m.jpg" alt="" width="333" height="220" /></a><br /><br />Another by Jeremy.<br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/scdanaher/4095138837/" title="Untitled by scdanaher, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2666/4095138837_679612f386.jpg" alt="" width="333" height="333" /></a><br /><br />Again, would you check out those eyes!!??!!<br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/scdanaher/4095140385/" title="Untitled by scdanaher, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2682/4095140385_de739f5f25.jpg" alt="" width="333" height="500" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/scdanaher/4095140485/" title="Untitled by scdanaher, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2538/4095140485_66fdfe5a65.jpg" alt="" width="333" height="500" /></a><br /><br />This is Audri's sister, Gabriella.<br />And this is how I entertained myself while waiting for Audri to change clothes.<br />If there are people present, I take pictures of them.<br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/scdanaher/4095139517/" title="Untitled by scdanaher, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2700/4095139517_72a0e8c3f0.jpg" alt="" width="333" height="500" /></a><br /><br />So cute!<br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/scdanaher/4095900030/" title="Untitled by scdanaher, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2440/4095900030_8d1ace8a38_m.jpg" alt="" width="333" height="220" /></a><br /><br />Jeremy, hard at work.<br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/scdanaher/4095140571/" title="Untitled by scdanaher, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2593/4095140571_0c31915b2c_m.jpg" alt="" width="333" height="220" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/scdanaher/4095901070/" title="Untitled by scdanaher, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2729/4095901070_55602a4a74_m.jpg" alt="" width="333" height="220" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/scdanaher/4095901158/" title="Untitled by scdanaher, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2789/4095901158_e987ce4984_m.jpg" alt="" width="333" height="220" /></a><br /><br />Entertaining myself again, during another clothing change.<br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/scdanaher/4095139463/" title="Untitled by scdanaher, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2610/4095139463_27bb10abe6.jpg" alt="" width="333" height="500" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/scdanaher/4095140657/" title="Untitled by scdanaher, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2739/4095140657_22b7270664.jpg" alt="" width="333" height="500" /></a><br /><br />Aaaannnd a couple of shots that Jeremy took of me.<br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/scdanaher/4095140713/" title="Untitled by scdanaher, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2747/4095140713_c104412650_m.jpg" alt="" width="333" height="220" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/scdanaher/4095140783/" title="Untitled by scdanaher, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2615/4095140783_54be587d18_m.jpg" alt="" width="333" height="220" /></a><br /><br />My current favorite shoes. =)<br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/scdanaher/4095901368/" title="Untitled by scdanaher, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2492/4095901368_2d73320a14_m.jpg" alt="" width="333" height="220" /></a><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/scdanaher/4095140657/" title="Untitled by scdanaher, on Flickr"><br /></a>Sarah Bradshawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09585626595081705542noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31669959.post-20075700035275738502009-11-05T16:17:00.006-05:002009-11-18T12:41:07.757-05:00Stover family portraitsThe Stover family was, by far, <span style="font-style: italic;">the easiest</span> family I've ever taken pictures of. No exaggeration here!!<br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/scdanaher/4078118189/" title="2009_10_08_SCD_0219-3 by scdanaher, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2583/4078118189_36180a3d91.jpg" alt="2009_10_08_SCD_0219-3" width="333" height="500" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/scdanaher/4078876342/" title="2009_10_08_SCD_0175-3 by scdanaher, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3528/4078876342_573e2aceb0.jpg" alt="2009_10_08_SCD_0175-3" width="333" height="500" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/scdanaher/4078121295/" title="2009_10_08_SCD_0171-3 by scdanaher, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2646/4078121295_e5a58243c6.jpg" alt="2009_10_08_SCD_0171-3" width="333" height="500" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/scdanaher/4078118763/" title="2009_10_08_SCD_0101-2 by scdanaher, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2645/4078118763_679eee9d9c.jpg" alt="2009_10_08_SCD_0101-2" width="333" height="500" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/scdanaher/4078874244/" title="2009_10_08_SCD_0117-2 by scdanaher, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2665/4078874244_b934b5a8e3.jpg" alt="2009_10_08_SCD_0117-2" width="333" height="500" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2605/4078873998_445b79ce07.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 333px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2605/4078873998_445b79ce07.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2796/4078118979_429a60971f.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 333px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2796/4078118979_429a60971f.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/scdanaher/4078116109/" title="2009_10_08_SCD_0015-2 by scdanaher, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2597/4078116109_607847e5b9.jpg" alt="2009_10_08_SCD_0015-2" width="333" height="500" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/scdanaher/4078117111/" title="2009_10_08_SCD_0047 by scdanaher, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2450/4078117111_a380f709ea.jpg" alt="2009_10_08_SCD_0047" width="333" height="500" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2595/4078118441_5bac8c2b19.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 333px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2595/4078118441_5bac8c2b19.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2727/4078875060_9b207cb042.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 333px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2727/4078875060_9b207cb042.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/scdanaher/4078872440/" title="2009_10_08_SCD_0222 by scdanaher, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2494/4078872440_9d276cca01.jpg" alt="2009_10_08_SCD_0222" width="333" height="500" /></a>Sarah Bradshawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09585626595081705542noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31669959.post-51472860729433045552009-11-04T18:24:00.004-05:002009-11-04T18:39:16.874-05:00No good thing will He withhold<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TRZgQCgZ778/SvINVzEXUjI/AAAAAAAAE4U/Ds25vf6MR44/s1600-h/2009_07_31_SCD_0092.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TRZgQCgZ778/SvINVzEXUjI/AAAAAAAAE4U/Ds25vf6MR44/s400/2009_07_31_SCD_0092.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400393571307573810" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">No good thing will He withhold from those who walk uprightly. </span>— Psalm 84:11<br /><br /><blockquote>Be happy in Him, O my heart, and in nothing but God, for whatever a man trusts in, from that he expects happiness. He who is the ground of they faith should be the substance of thy joy. —Valley of Vision</blockquote><blockquote><br />O God, I have tasted Thy goodness, and it has both satisfied me and made me thirsty for more. I am painfully conscious of my need of further grace. I am ashamed of my lack of desire. O God, the Triune God, I want to want Thee; I long to be filled with longing; I thirst to be made more thirsty still. Show me Thy glory, I pray Thee, that so I may know Thee indeed. Begin in mercy a new work of love within me. Say to my soul, `Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.' Then give me grace to rise and follow Thee up from this misty lowland where I have wandered so long. —A. W. Tozer</blockquote><blockquote><br />It is sweet to be nothing and have nothing, and to be fed with crumbs from the hand of my God. —Valley of Vision</blockquote><blockquote><br />Whoever is not satisfied with Christ alone, strives after something beyond absolute perfection. - John Calvin</blockquote><br />A few thoughts from wise men who have gone before me, thoughts that turn my heart, once again, to the God of salvation, the One who satisfies all longings.<br />______________<br /><br />And as a side note, I recently came across a workshop for Christian Photographers called "<a href="http://www.fortheloveworkshop.com/">For the Love Workshop</a>." It will be held in Knoxville, TN on February 8-12, 2010. It looks absolutely <span style="font-style: italic;">amazing</span>, and I think that anyone who can should try and attend. Spaces are limited to 40 attendants, so register soon, if you want to go! I really want to... but I'm still praying about whether or not I should. We'll see.Sarah Bradshawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09585626595081705542noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31669959.post-55961635471353457342009-11-03T15:30:00.002-05:002009-11-03T15:36:57.609-05:00Bookstore thoughts<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/scdanaher/4072425315/" title="Colorado by scdanaher, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2802/4072425315_821201c247.jpg" alt="Colorado" width="400" height="500" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">"</span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><a href="http://www.aholyexperience.com/2009/11/beauty-challenge-because-gods.html">You think we ever weary of beauty</a>?</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">" The words of </span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><a href="http://www.aholyexperience.com/">Ann Voskamp</a></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> sink deep. I stumbled upon her blog today for the first time. They strike chords inside of me, past the places that I know, deeper than the depths of my soul. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> She goes on, "... what if our lives seem... grey. Or... Overwhelmed. Crazy. Doesn't beauty somewhere else then just... wound? Doesn't beauty found elsewhere just magnify the barrenness of where He has you? Doesn't beauty hurt?" </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> Her questions resonate, and I feel that hurt. </span><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://girlfullyalive.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-choose-trust.html">Questions because of God's blessing in other peoples' lives</a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">, when it feels like those blessings are withheld in my own. </span><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://girlfullyalive.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-do-you-do-when-god-says-no-what-do.html">Questions about God's work</a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">, and confusion about where I am and where I'm headed. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> "</span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Don't you think beauty's everywhere?</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">" Ann continues, "God's everywhere... </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >so beauty must be</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">... [and] He makes all experiences holy."</span><br /><br /><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://girlfullyalive.blogspot.com/2008/02/thoughts-on-beauty.html">Focus on His beauty</a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">, not on my perception of His work, or </span><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://girlfullyalive.blogspot.com/2009/03/learning-trust.html">my current understanding</a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> of my circumstances. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> In today's blog post, Ann says, </span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >"<a href="http://www.aholyexperience.com/2009/11/beauty-challenge-beauty-inspiration.html">The true artist enters into work of Father and makes the ordinary material of the world new</a>."</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> There's a huge change that comes with this perspective on life. I'm pondering those mental changes as I sit in a red leather chair in </span><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://thegriffinbookshopcoffeebar.com/">The Griffin</a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">, staring at bookshelves full of science and philosophy books, listening to <a href="http://www.norahjones.com/">Norah Jones</a>' soothing voice crone out words in the next room.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> I'm thinking about the choice to </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >look</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> for God's daily pictures of grace in my life, instead of pining for what I think I want. I'm thinking about how discipline breeds humility, and how much I need both. I'm thinking about a conversation with </span><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://woodylovesgina.com/index.cfm?fa=welcome">a friend</a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> last night, and the reminder of the ways that God </span><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://1828.mshaffer.com/d/search/word,courtship">courts</a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> and </span><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://1828.mshaffer.com/d/search/word,pursue">pursues</a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> my heart. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> Change has come, inside of me. </span>Sarah Bradshawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09585626595081705542noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31669959.post-69303677907686235552009-11-02T14:05:00.004-05:002009-11-02T14:20:47.156-05:00Hero<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;" >hero.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">a brave person. a lionheart. a person of courage. warrior. knight. champion. victor. conqueror. one of distinguished ability or valor. a great, illustrious, or extraordinary person. one admired for his brave deeds and noble qualities.</span><br /><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TRZgQCgZ778/Su8tp2PQ7uI/AAAAAAAAE3M/eypAu9DkbJg/s1600-h/Untitled-1.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TRZgQCgZ778/Su8tp2PQ7uI/AAAAAAAAE3M/eypAu9DkbJg/s400/Untitled-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399584675197939426" border="0" /></a>Sarah Bradshawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09585626595081705542noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31669959.post-6736491216779605082009-10-31T23:24:00.007-04:002009-10-31T23:43:37.705-04:00peace, if possible<span id="profile_status" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span id="status_text"><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /><br />Peace</span> <span style="font-size:85%;">if possible</span><span style="font-style: italic;">,</span></span></span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span id="profile_status"><span id="status_text"> <span style="font-size:180%;">TRUTH</span> <span style="font-style: italic;">at all costs</span>. </span></span><br /></div></div><span id="profile_status" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span id="status_text"><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span id="profile_status"><span id="status_text"> —Martin Luther</span></span><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TRZgQCgZ778/Su0D2A1hjWI/AAAAAAAAE3E/aI4Cavb26Hg/s1600-h/2009_10_25_SCD_0019.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 368px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TRZgQCgZ778/Su0D2A1hjWI/AAAAAAAAE3E/aI4Cavb26Hg/s400/2009_10_25_SCD_0019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398975754759408994" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Just a few simple words. But tonight they are words that I hold fast to. Truth is imperative to the stability of my soul. Peace is a precious bi-product of truth, but truth is what I fight to maintain. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >going to sleep speaking truth tonight.</span>Sarah Bradshawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09585626595081705542noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31669959.post-82410711468091997322009-10-30T17:01:00.005-04:002009-10-30T17:07:04.635-04:00For all designers who are chemists at heartFor all of you designers or typefreaks who are chemists at heart, I give you the Periodic Table of Typefaces.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TRZgQCgZ778/SutUikFMHUI/AAAAAAAAE20/_MR7eZClO9o/s1600-h/periodic_table_type.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TRZgQCgZ778/SutUikFMHUI/AAAAAAAAE20/_MR7eZClO9o/s400/periodic_table_type.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398501531111398722" border="0" /></a><br /><br />From <a href="http://designblog.reddoorla.com/">Reddoor Design Blog</a>.Sarah Bradshawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09585626595081705542noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31669959.post-45228772671039321552009-10-28T20:53:00.003-04:002009-11-27T19:51:09.532-05:00Today I feel...<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Today I feel like...</span><br /><br /><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;" >I have my hands full.</span><br /><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TRZgQCgZ778/Sujn6mGPihI/AAAAAAAAE2s/fKsIrxnB1eI/s1600-h/2009_10_28_SCD_0057.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TRZgQCgZ778/Sujn6mGPihI/AAAAAAAAE2s/fKsIrxnB1eI/s400/2009_10_28_SCD_0057.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397819147248699922" border="0" /></a>Sarah Bradshawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09585626595081705542noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31669959.post-9814628975202111262009-10-27T23:03:00.001-04:002009-10-27T23:03:59.092-04:00Quanns+Marks | Sisters pics<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Once upon a time there were two sets of sisters who loved each other very much. Here is a sampling of their crazy, insane love for God and each other.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Ladies and gentlemen, I give you:</span><br /><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://linzcap.wordpress.com/">Lindsey Quann</a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">, </span><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://iwrite86.xanga.com/">Jenna Quann</a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">, </span><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://kristensgrowingpains.blogspot.com/">Kristen Marks</a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">, & </span><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://michelemybelle2.wordpress.com/">Michele Marks</a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">.</span><br /><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2455/4051901468_d55a1ef8a7_m.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 160px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2455/4051901468_d55a1ef8a7_m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Crazy girls.</span><br /><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2584/4051902898_8e52a388dc_m.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 160px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2584/4051902898_8e52a388dc_m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Jenna & Linz know how to turn on the drama.</span><br /><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2483/4051900962_e91cdd8603_m.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 240px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2483/4051900962_e91cdd8603_m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2615/4051901548_69b8ea60c6_m.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 240px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2615/4051901548_69b8ea60c6_m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Linz has trouble getting a </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >real</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> smile. So we practiced.</span><br /><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2743/4051901330_27ee9ac50d_m.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 120px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2743/4051901330_27ee9ac50d_m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Until she got it.</span><br /><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2789/4051901146_dea73f7c35_m.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 240px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2789/4051901146_dea73f7c35_m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Hellllllllooooooo, Jenna.</span><br /><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3511/4051901674_606429064a_m.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 240px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3511/4051901674_606429064a_m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Apparently Jenna thinks that drama is funny.</span><br /><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2441/4051157439_c14f6f2f44_m.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 240px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2441/4051157439_c14f6f2f44_m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2644/4051157515_85f13e662d_m.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 240px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2644/4051157515_85f13e662d_m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">One of my favorite shots. </span><br /><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2671/4051157679_e8166acc52_m.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 160px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2671/4051157679_e8166acc52_m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Michele, you're incredible.</span><br /><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2780/4051157851_44766a883e_m.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 240px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2780/4051157851_44766a883e_m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I repeat, incredible.</span><br /><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3499/4051908246_1340b5126c_m.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 240px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3499/4051908246_1340b5126c_m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Kristen reminds me of a pixie.</span><br /><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2530/4051158265_a61c4fe172_m.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 240px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2530/4051158265_a61c4fe172_m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3581/4051158519_b5a62117e8_m.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 240px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3581/4051158519_b5a62117e8_m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2445/4051164769_2358cd892c.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2445/4051164769_2358cd892c.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Change of outfits: now they're gypsies & hippies.</span><br /><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2697/4051903650_0e59bbf00c_m.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 160px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2697/4051903650_0e59bbf00c_m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2507/4051159155_75cb5edaf3_m.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 240px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2507/4051159155_75cb5edaf3_m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2595/4051159359_99dc0f779c_m.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 240px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2595/4051159359_99dc0f779c_m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2662/4051158961_755f0bef86_m.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 240px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2662/4051158961_755f0bef86_m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3003/4051903856_9d5e221842_m.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 160px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3003/4051903856_9d5e221842_m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2449/4051904574_97bc0a3370_m.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 160px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2449/4051904574_97bc0a3370_m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2772/4051160145_9682aa89af_m.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 80px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2772/4051160145_9682aa89af_m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3663/4051905442_73b062907a_m.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 90px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3663/4051905442_73b062907a_m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Linz </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >and</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> Kristen had a difficult time with the serious faces this time.</span><br /><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2638/4051160755_430ffa150a_m.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 90px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2638/4051160755_430ffa150a_m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2764/4051905578_12c4dbb911_m.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 240px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2764/4051905578_12c4dbb911_m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3536/4051905826_4b69dba20e_m.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 160px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3536/4051905826_4b69dba20e_m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Prayers— an important part of the Quann+Marks friendship.</span><br /><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2479/4051906376_a781f3a03a_m.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 90px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2479/4051906376_a781f3a03a_m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Thank you, birds, for posing so perfectly.</span><br /><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2732/4051161721_f970a26304_m.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 240px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2732/4051161721_f970a26304_m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Jail Alley. Yes.</span><br /><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2749/4051907854_b65f174ee6_m.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 240px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2749/4051907854_b65f174ee6_m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3520/4051908740_528f731b69.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3520/4051908740_528f731b69.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3505/4051163133_ca8eb2c467_m.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 160px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3505/4051163133_ca8eb2c467_m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2747/4051907282_baff5a0ddb_m.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 160px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2747/4051907282_baff5a0ddb_m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2605/4051907112_e321f2ae7b_m.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 160px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2605/4051907112_e321f2ae7b_m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2497/4051162601_6a0a149f22_m.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 160px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2497/4051162601_6a0a149f22_m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2782/4051908038_4796e4aa5f_m.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 160px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2782/4051908038_4796e4aa5f_m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Sarah Bradshawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09585626595081705542noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31669959.post-21744063556760358492009-10-21T11:27:00.005-04:002009-10-21T12:27:04.996-04:00Wordplay<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I just walked upstairs to refill my coffee cup, and was reminded that words don't always mean what we think they mean.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I spent Monday in DC with my new friend, </span><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.caitlinmuir.wordpress.com/">Caitlin Muir</a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> from Portland, Oregon. Caitlin is a writer, a dreamer, and a fellow coffee lover, and she brought me some </span><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.stumptowncoffee.com/">Stumptown Coffee</a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">, roasted just twelve days ago. Holy cow— to say this is good coffee would be drastically non-sufficient. So today I'm breaking my "mostly half-caff" rule, and indulging in a big mug of fully-charged goodness. Good coffee deserves good treatment, of course.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Now, fresh-brewed Stumptown Coffee is reason enough to refill the coffee mug today. But the real reason that I had to pour myself another cup is because... I spilled my first one. [hangs head in embarrassment] Yep. Dumped the whole thing over on itself. Last week I finally got around to joining the </span><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.starbucks.com/GoldCard/">Starbucks Gold</a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> cool club, and when the card came in the mail today, I got so excited that I completely knocked over my coffee mug. Classic.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">ANYWAY...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I was in the kitchen, somewhere near the coffee pot, when I heard </span><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TRZgQCgZ778/ScWGd-AZdqI/AAAAAAAADdM/jYhzwFxbuOk/s1600-h/yes-03.jpeg">Sean</a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> mutter under his breath, "boxer rebellion." I stopped. I know for a fact that he's immersed in American History right now. I listen to his school video while I work on my laptop in the mornings. I also know for a fact that he hasn't started World History yet, so I naturally wondered what on earth he was talking about. So I asked him.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">"Sean, do you know what the </span><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Boxer_Rebellion">Boxer Rebellion </a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">is?" He responded with a very confident affirmative. </span><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TRZgQCgZ778/ScWGpgJPu1I/AAAAAAAADeE/nFyGX_oK41A/s1600-h/yes-10.jpeg">Carter</a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> walked into the kitchen. "Well, I don't know what it is," he said. I asked Sean to enlighten us all, and his face grew a little less confident. "Well, I'm pretty sure that I know what it is." "Okay," I said, "tell me what you think it is." His face went from semi-confident to extremely unsure in about 3.7 seconds. "Actually, I don't know what it is. I know what I mean when I say it, but..." His voice trailed off. "Okay, so what do you mean?" I asked. He looked a little sheepish, and then said, "It's when your boxers come up above your pants, and you have to pull your pants up."</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">And at this moment I almost spilled my coffee again, this time from laughter. I explained what the term "Boxer Rebellion" usually refers to, and Sean looked even more sheepish. He explained that </span><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://my-kiwi-chronicles.blogspot.com/">Charlie</a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> uses that term a lot (in Sean's context), and we all laughed a bit.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Oh, my family. They never cease to amaze and entertain me.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">The whole scenario made me think about the words I say, and how understanding is influenced by context, and history, and culture, and worldview, and so many other things at work beneath the surface and in the air surrounding our words. Given the vast differences between each individual on the face of this planet, I marvel that we can understand one another, at all. </span><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Proverbs+2:6&version=ESV">Proverbs 2:6</a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> says that God is the one who gives wisdom, and "from His mouth come knowledge and understanding."</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I know communication is not impossible, as long as I have Christ as my worldview.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><span style="font-size:78%;">[a boxer rebellion, according to Sean]</span></span><br /><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TRZgQCgZ778/St81qe72QuI/AAAAAAAAE2k/jcfEsgqeMxc/s1600-h/2009_10_21_SCD_0004.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TRZgQCgZ778/St81qe72QuI/AAAAAAAAE2k/jcfEsgqeMxc/s400/2009_10_21_SCD_0004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395089882588005090" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">And in case you were wondering... yes, </span><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.jasonmraz.com/">Jason Mraz</a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">'s voice is dancing through my head right now, 'cause </span><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://listen.grooveshark.com/#/song/Wordplay/10145234">"it's all about the wordplay."</a>Sarah Bradshawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09585626595081705542noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31669959.post-62380925262928387872009-10-19T23:44:00.005-04:002009-10-20T00:40:19.612-04:00Introverted thoughts<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">The past four days have been full of a greater range of emotions than I have words to express. So much took place— so much newness, so much fellowship, so much change, so much of the unexpected. Perhaps I'll have words for it tomorrow. Perhaps it will sink in without words, quietly taking it's place in the halls of memory and in the concourses of change. I don't know.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I just know it was a good weekend, and that I'm tired in every good way. And right now, I'm okay with the inward process.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><span id="profile_status" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span id="status_text"><span style="font-style: italic;">Be happy in Him, O my heart, and in nothing but God, for whatever a man trusts in, from that he expects happiness. He who is the ground of they faith should be the substance of thy joy</span>. —<a href="http://www.amazon.com/Valley-Vision-collection-Puritan-Devotions/dp/0851512283/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1250916634&sr=8-1">Valley of Vision</a></span></span><br /><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TRZgQCgZ778/St09s_7ArTI/AAAAAAAAE2c/y0Prr_aZsP8/s1600-h/2009_10_19_SCD_0010.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TRZgQCgZ778/St09s_7ArTI/AAAAAAAAE2c/y0Prr_aZsP8/s400/2009_10_19_SCD_0010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394535771942202674" border="0" /></a><br /><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" >Self-portrait, taken in <a href="http://www.capitolhillpreschurch.org/">Capitol Hill Presbyterian Church</a> during a DC adventure with <a href="http://caitlinmuir.wordpress.com/">Caitlin Muir </a>today.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">NOTE:</span> If you were once my facebook friend, we probably aren't friends anymore. My facebook account corrupted over the last week, so I had to delete it and open an new account. You can <a href="http://www.facebook.com/home.php?#/profile.php?id=100000419880080&ref=name">friend me here.</a> I look forward to being friends with you again.</span>Sarah Bradshawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09585626595081705542noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31669959.post-18875880333132568252009-10-18T22:00:00.003-04:002009-10-19T00:12:59.502-04:00Danny+Alex<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Danny rocked back and forth on his feet, staring straight ahead. "Is she coming yet? Is she getting close?" he asked, trying hard not to turn around and peek. "Are you nervous?" I asked him. "No, no! This is awesome! I just want to see her."</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Behind him, Alex slowly made her way toward him, her happy smile outshining the afternoon sunlight. "I just want to see Danny. Everything will be fine once I see Danny," she had said that morning, taking a deep breath to ease stress.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">As she drew close, he turned around and welcomed her into his arms. Her eyes filled with tears as she rested her head on his shoulder. And everything was just okay.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">From the sweetness of their first moments together, to the bubbles floating up toward the stars as they drove away, Danny+Alex's wedding day was full of memories.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Danny+Alex, thank you for letting me share in your day. I hope that the rest of your married life is as sweet and wonderful as your wedding day.</span><br /><br /><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/scdanaher/4023539071/" title="2009_08_14_SCD_0004 by scdanaher, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2451/4023539071_26c686b85d_m.jpg" alt="2009_08_14_SCD_0004" height="240" width="160" /></a><br /><br /><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/scdanaher/4024295940/" title="2009_08_14_SCD_0075 by scdanaher, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2695/4024295940_cfd194a094_m.jpg" alt="2009_08_14_SCD_0075" height="160" width="240" /></a><br /><br /><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/scdanaher/4024296000/" title="2009_08_14_SCD_0134 by scdanaher, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3611/4024296000_25115abc0a_m.jpg" alt="2009_08_14_SCD_0134" height="160" width="240" /></a><br /><br /><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/scdanaher/4024296964/" title="2009_08_14_SCD_0188 by scdanaher, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2786/4024296964_6f9e393bda_m.jpg" alt="2009_08_14_SCD_0188" height="240" width="160" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Keep the bridesmaids caffeinated, and maintain sanity.</span><br /><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/scdanaher/4023540365/" title="2009_08_14_SCD_0338 by scdanaher, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2499/4023540365_4eaa314d7c_m.jpg" alt="2009_08_14_SCD_0338" height="160" width="240" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Last minute decorating.</span><br /><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/scdanaher/4023541379/" title="2009_08_14_SCD_0172 by scdanaher, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2614/4023541379_b2bd7961c6_m.jpg" alt="2009_08_14_SCD_0172" height="160" width="240" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Grandmother's garter</span><br /><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/scdanaher/4023540521/" title="2009_08_14_SCD_0354 by scdanaher, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2554/4023540521_2b5932e0b9_m.jpg" alt="2009_08_14_SCD_0354" height="160" width="240" /></a><br /><br /><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/scdanaher/4023540299/" title="2009_08_14_SCD_0323 by scdanaher, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2478/4023540299_c68337a7ed_m.jpg" alt="2009_08_14_SCD_0323" height="160" width="240" /></a><br /><br /><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/scdanaher/4023540433/" title="2009_08_14_SCD_0344 by scdanaher, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2590/4023540433_40068e3a3d_m.jpg" alt="2009_08_14_SCD_0344" height="240" width="160" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Fabulous foot shot by my second-shooter, Hannah Copeland.</span><br /><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/scdanaher/4024295680/" title="2009_08_13_HannahCopeland_0157 by scdanaher, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2486/4024295680_08f7dbd8d2_m.jpg" alt="2009_08_13_HannahCopeland_0157" height="160" width="240" /></a><br /><br /><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/scdanaher/4024298630/" title="2009_08_14_SCD_0823 by scdanaher, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2777/4024298630_5423615c7a_m.jpg" alt="2009_08_14_SCD_0823" height="160" width="240" /></a><br /><br /><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/scdanaher/4024298748/" title="2009_08_14_SCD_0085 by scdanaher, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2616/4024298748_1dd1902994_m.jpg" alt="2009_08_14_SCD_0085" height="240" width="160" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Danny, waiting to see Alex for the first time.</span><br /><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/scdanaher/4023541927/" title="2009_08_14_SCD_0502 by scdanaher, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2570/4023541927_5576d0622b_m.jpg" alt="2009_08_14_SCD_0502" height="160" width="240" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Alex, making her way to her man.</span><br /><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/scdanaher/4023542033/" title="2009_08_14_SCD_0507 by scdanaher, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2737/4023542033_338743664d_m.jpg" alt="2009_08_14_SCD_0507" height="240" width="160" /></a><br /><br /><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/scdanaher/4024299310/" title="2009_08_14_SCD_0521 by scdanaher, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2624/4024299310_b3f9cfb2b5_m.jpg" alt="2009_08_14_SCD_0521" height="240" width="160" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Another great shot from Hannah's camera.</span><br /><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/scdanaher/4023546371/" title="2009_08_13_HannahCopeland_0258 by scdanaher, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3515/4023546371_5327a00728_m.jpg" alt="2009_08_13_HannahCopeland_0258" height="160" width="240" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">My viewpoint (and my favorite shot of the day).</span><br /><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/scdanaher/4024303042/" title="2009_08_14_SCD_0647 by scdanaher, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2803/4024303042_e4d6b17234_m.jpg" alt="2009_08_14_SCD_0647" height="160" width="240" /></a><br /><br /><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/scdanaher/4024299386/" title="2009_08_14_SCD_0529 by scdanaher, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2679/4024299386_0b93e89bc6_m.jpg" alt="2009_08_14_SCD_0529" height="240" width="160" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">My view.</span><br /><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/scdanaher/4024299714/" title="love by a shed by scdanaher, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2470/4024299714_709d4c3e1a_m.jpg" alt="love by a shed" height="160" width="240" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Hannah's view.</span><br /><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/scdanaher/4023543863/" title="2009_08_13_HannahCopeland_0275 by scdanaher, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2505/4023543863_9d6dec14a9_m.jpg" alt="2009_08_13_HannahCopeland_0275" height="160" width="240" /></a><br /><br /><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/scdanaher/4024299776/" title="2009_08_14_SCD_0574 by scdanaher, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2558/4024299776_8b2d753552_m.jpg" alt="2009_08_14_SCD_0574" height="240" width="160" /></a><br /><br /><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/scdanaher/4024299964/" title="2009_08_14_SCD_0585 by scdanaher, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2541/4024299964_5fc7576510_m.jpg" alt="2009_08_14_SCD_0585" height="240" width="161" /></a><br /><br /><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/scdanaher/4024303130/" title="2009_08_14_SCD_0657 by scdanaher, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2482/4024303130_eea2a7c3d4_m.jpg" alt="2009_08_14_SCD_0657" height="160" width="240" /></a><br /><br /><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/scdanaher/4024300164/" title="2009_08_14_SCD_0608 by scdanaher, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3480/4024300164_be0d5c8362_m.jpg" alt="2009_08_14_SCD_0608" height="160" width="240" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Hannah's master-skill.</span><br /><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/scdanaher/4023549883/" title="Shiny love by scdanaher, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2613/4023549883_621d4e07f4_m.jpg" alt="Shiny love" height="240" width="180" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Danny+Alex had a fabulous wedding party full of amazing people. Holy cow— </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >so much fun</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">!!</span><br /><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/scdanaher/4024305170/" title="2009_08_14_SCD_0749 by scdanaher, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2601/4024305170_f8ef23b7de_m.jpg" alt="2009_08_14_SCD_0749" height="160" width="240" /></a><br /><br /><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/scdanaher/4023548365/" title="2009_08_14_SCD_0776 by scdanaher, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2620/4023548365_eedd4dfe30_m.jpg" alt="2009_08_14_SCD_0776" height="160" width="240" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Yes, yes. We did </span><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.amazon.com/Abbey-Road-Beatles/dp/B000002UB3">Abbey Road</a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> remix.</span><br /><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/scdanaher/4023547731/" title="2009_08_14_SCD_0246 by scdanaher, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2586/4023547731_620ea8796a_m.jpg" alt="2009_08_14_SCD_0246" height="160" width="240" /></a><br /><br /><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/scdanaher/4023547949/" title="2009_08_14_SCD_0263 by scdanaher, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2588/4023547949_5e6e5b3742_m.jpg" alt="2009_08_14_SCD_0263" height="160" width="240" /></a><br /><br /><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/scdanaher/4024305014/" title="2009_08_14_SCD_0290 by scdanaher, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2535/4024305014_c8c22be6ed_m.jpg" alt="2009_08_14_SCD_0290" height="160" width="240" /></a><br /><br /><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/scdanaher/4023546999/" title="2009_08_14_SCD_0210 by scdanaher, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2779/4023546999_eb843521d2_m.jpg" alt="2009_08_14_SCD_0210" height="160" width="240" /></a><br /><br /><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/scdanaher/4024301322/" title="2009_08_13_HannahCopeland_0178 by scdanaher, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2779/4024301322_845a7fb40d_m.jpg" alt="2009_08_13_HannahCopeland_0178" height="160" width="240" /></a><br /><br /><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/scdanaher/4024301514/" title="2009_08_14_SCD_0443 by scdanaher, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2680/4024301514_9902916bc7_m.jpg" alt="2009_08_14_SCD_0443" height="160" width="240" /></a><br /><br /><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/scdanaher/4024303894/" title="2009_08_14_SCD_0457 by scdanaher, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2472/4024303894_2f0fc9da65_m.jpg" alt="2009_08_14_SCD_0457" height="160" width="240" /></a><br /><br /><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/scdanaher/4024303716/" title="2009_08_14_SCD_0432 by scdanaher, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2597/4024303716_6535430b08_m.jpg" alt="2009_08_14_SCD_0432" height="240" width="160" /></a><br /><br /><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/scdanaher/4023549709/" title="Untitled by scdanaher, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3499/4023549709_500a93b70a_m.jpg" alt="" height="240" width="160" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">The clock strikes six, and the wedding begins.</span><br /><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/scdanaher/4023673145/" title="Time passes by scdanaher, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2686/4023673145_f3e7ca294a_m.jpg" alt="Time passes" height="113" width="240" /></a><br /><br /><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/scdanaher/4024298552/" title="2009_08_14_SCD_0821 by scdanaher, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2509/4024298552_5e59dda2bb_m.jpg" alt="2009_08_14_SCD_0821" height="240" width="160" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Wating "in the wings"</span><br /><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/scdanaher/4024305470/" title="2009_08_14_SCD_0801 by scdanaher, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2690/4024305470_f7f2f66241_m.jpg" alt="2009_08_14_SCD_0801" height="240" width="160" /></a><br /><br /><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/scdanaher/4024302078/" title="2009_08_14_SCD_0810 by scdanaher, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2456/4024302078_c82a66a150_m.jpg" alt="2009_08_14_SCD_0810" height="160" width="240" /></a><br /><br /><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/scdanaher/4023545129/" title="2009_08_14_SCD_0812 by scdanaher, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2569/4023545129_ef9ee6ddb6_m.jpg" alt="2009_08_14_SCD_0812" height="160" width="240" /></a><br /><br /><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/scdanaher/4023545527/" title="2009_08_14_SCD_0890 by scdanaher, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2777/4023545527_41dcc36031_m.jpg" alt="2009_08_14_SCD_0890" height="160" width="240" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Happy to be married!</span><br /><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/scdanaher/4023547207/" title="2009_08_14_SCD_0943 by scdanaher, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2587/4023547207_bd3b9b9c4a_m.jpg" alt="2009_08_14_SCD_0943" height="240" width="160" /></a><br /><br /><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/scdanaher/4023547273/" title="2009_08_14_SCD_0947 by scdanaher, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2727/4023547273_212a416277_m.jpg" alt="2009_08_14_SCD_0947" height="240" width="160" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Yeah, we totally did</span><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.digitalpicturezone.com/digital-pictures/20-funniest-head-turning-jowling-photographs/"> jowling photos</a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">.</span><br /><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/scdanaher/4024384279/" title="jowling by scdanaher, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3487/4024384279_20a75b0294.jpg" alt="jowling" height="500" width="176" /></a><br /><br /><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/scdanaher/4024302874/" title="2009_08_14_SCD_1248 by scdanaher, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2748/4024302874_e8197d0e3c_m.jpg" alt="2009_08_14_SCD_1248" height="160" width="240" /></a>Sarah Bradshawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09585626595081705542noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31669959.post-37013268783762676722009-10-15T01:50:00.000-04:002009-10-15T01:51:31.837-04:00Hannah<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/livingfullyalive/">Hannah Copeland</a>.<br />My friend and sometimes-second-shooter.<br /><br />Oh, how I love thee.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TRZgQCgZ778/Sta4B-3J2rI/AAAAAAAAE2U/mAEfQbgprWk/s1600-h/Hannah.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 274px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TRZgQCgZ778/Sta4B-3J2rI/AAAAAAAAE2U/mAEfQbgprWk/s400/Hannah.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392699948016458418" border="0" /></a><br /><br />[photos taken on Hannah's camera during Danny+Alex's wedding]Sarah Bradshawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09585626595081705542noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31669959.post-89110280698373000602009-10-13T22:42:00.002-04:002009-10-18T22:00:59.069-04:00It's coming... it's coming...<a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TRZgQCgZ778/StU7PwAldZI/AAAAAAAAE2M/rQ5AAtN0y8Q/s1600-h/blog1.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 242px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TRZgQCgZ778/StU7PwAldZI/AAAAAAAAE2M/rQ5AAtN0y8Q/s400/blog1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392281270617470354" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Danny+Alex is now in the final edits stage. Expect fabulous images within the next two days!!</span>Sarah Bradshawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09585626595081705542noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31669959.post-91749681617720050812009-10-11T16:48:00.003-04:002009-10-18T22:00:31.172-04:00News flash:<span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >I am no longer going to Italy in November.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> This morning during Church, Carl Ericson talked about the nation of Israel, and their fear of giants, and how that kept them from taking the promised land, resulting in 40 years of wandering in the dessert. He asked, "What fears are keeping you from obeying God?" </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Immediately, God brought to mind some very specific direction that He gave me back in February that I haven't obeyed, and then showed me the fears that have kept me from obedience. I'm afraid of unknowns, and afraid of failure, and afraid of what others will think of my work. So instead of confronting those fears and overcoming them in obedience, I usually give into them, and disobey God.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> When I was in Thailand, God directed me to focus this year on building my business, and, specifically, to build my website. I haven't done it yet. I've been "too busy" with other things (including lots of traveling) to actually walk it out. And I realized, sitting there during the sermon, that if I go to Italy next month, I will continue to walk in disobedience, because I won't start work on my website until January, at the earliest.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> I've wondered before about the timing of this trip, whether I should really go now. Up to this point, I haven't been willing to say, "No, I'm not supposed to go," because, </span><i style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">again</i><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">, I'm afraid of what others will think of me. I've talked about Europe all year long, and planned on Italy for three months now. To say, "I'm not going" seems so... fickle to me. But I want to know God, and I want my heart fixed on obedience to His will, regardless of how that looks. So I'm not going to Italy. I'm staying at home.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> God has given me an ever-increasing desire to invest in people here, in my local community, to build more home-based friendships (instead of the many long-distance friendships that I have), and to serve within my Church. I feel I need to obey God's current direction before jumping into something new.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> Thanks to all of you for your warm response to my trip, and for being </span><i style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">so</i><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> willing to pray for me in this adventure. I'm currently exploring options for a trip to Italy next Spring or Summer instead, doing the same things as before. We'll see where God leads on that one. Please continue to pray for me as I obey God in building my website and focusing on business, relationships, and ministry at home this fall. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">It's hard to walk in obedience. It's hard to step out in faith. But if God is in it (and I know that He's in this), then I won't ever regret it. </span>Sarah Bradshawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09585626595081705542noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31669959.post-82628523308573592332009-10-08T22:57:00.001-04:002009-10-08T23:28:03.157-04:00Starbucks thoughts<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I'm sitting in Starbucks, enjoying the fall-ish flavor of steamed cider and the smooth track of the pen across the leaves of my Moleskine. The gentle hum of the espresso machine gives rhythm to my thoughts. And, as usual, there are many thoughts.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I'm thinking about </span><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://girlfullyalive.blogspot.com/2009/09/wanderlust.html">journeys</a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> and </span><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://girlfullyalive.blogspot.com/2009/05/journal-entry.html">roads</a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> and </span><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://girlfullyalive.blogspot.com/2009/05/going-home.html">pilgrimage</a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">. I wonder if I should go as much as I do, if the short-term investment I make in various people throughout my travels makes up for the lack of long-term investment here at home. "One should never be where one does not belong... Don't go mistaking Paradise for that home across the road," interrupts Bob Dylan's gravely voice over the loud speaker. Timing is everything, and that was as smooth as a movie scene. I have to wonder if I do that.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I'm thinking about God's hand at work in the unseen realm. I wonder what I would think if I could see everything that He's doing right now in my life. I don't think I would like it, because I wouldn't understand the context of Eternity. So I suppose that I'm content with my current sight, and with the grace-accompanied understanding that comes with sight.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I'm thinking about singleness and desire, and finding full completion in Christ. I'm thinking about dreams, and stored-up love, and how hard it gets to wait sometimes, and just how sweet it is to drink in Jesus with joy and thanksgiving when the ache creeps in. In the words of </span><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://stephenmcgee.wordpress.com/">a friend</a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">, "the empty place setting for this constant table for two will remind me that no matter if I'm hungry or full, God always guides me home." </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I'm thinking about fears, and confronting fears with truth, and living the command to </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >let the peace of Christ rule in your hearts</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">, and </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >let the Word of Christ dwell in you richly</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">. I wonder what would happen if I always obeyed these two commands.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I'm thinking of 1 John, and the mind-blowing truth about who I am in Christ. I wonder that I ever forget it. </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Your sins are forgiven for Christ's name's sake. You know Him who is from the beginning. You know the Father. You are strong, and the Word of God abides in you, and you have overcome the evil one. You have been anointed by the Holy One, and you all have knowledge. </span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Why do I doubt? How can I forget?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">These are the thoughts on my heart as I sit in Starbucks tonight. Jack Johnson's smooth crone replaces Bob Dylan's gravely croak. I finish my cider and close my journal. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Let the peace of Christ rule, and the Word of Christ dwell...</span>Sarah Bradshawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09585626595081705542noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31669959.post-54528423252524449962009-10-08T00:31:00.002-04:002009-10-08T00:59:18.711-04:00Danny+Alex | PREVIEW<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I shot Danny & Alex's wedding just six days after returning home from Kenya. It was, by </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >far</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> the most enjoyable, hilarious, entertaining, beautiful wedding of the year. And for all that, I am shamefully behind in processing their images. Expect the complete wedding posted next week, but until then, here's preview of the visual amazingness that is to come:</span><br /><br /><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TRZgQCgZ778/Ss1wmL4TKqI/AAAAAAAAE2E/EBYPmjF864I/s1600-h/2009_08_14_SCD_0572.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TRZgQCgZ778/Ss1wmL4TKqI/AAAAAAAAE2E/EBYPmjF864I/s400/2009_08_14_SCD_0572.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390088130358618786" border="0" /></a>Sarah Bradshawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09585626595081705542noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31669959.post-14267464553556537312009-10-07T10:07:00.005-04:002009-10-07T10:51:36.337-04:00Wednesday...<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Happy Wednesday! The sun is shining, the leaves are turning, creativity is flowing, my checklist is... my checklist (oh, well), and I have coffee in my hand. Life is good. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Today I'm thankful for:</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Psalm 127</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">My alarm went off for twenty minutes this morning before penetrating my sleep enough to wake me. I think that maybe, just maybe, I'm tired. We read </span><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=psalm%20127:2&version=ESV">Psalm 127:2</a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> in family devotions— "It is vain that you rise up early and go late to rest, eating the bread of anxious toil; for He gives His beloved sleep." There is so much comfort in the last part of that verse!! I think I'll go to bed early tonight...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Cold medicine</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Sunday morning I woke up feeling a cold coming on, and I immediately downed enough medicine to heal a herd of cows. I'm telling you, I would swear by </span><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.zicam.com/products/multiliquid_day">Zicam</a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> and </span><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.sambucolusa.com/">Sambucol</a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">. Sunday I was sick, today I'm just about back to "normal" again. Which, by the way, is a near miracle, considering the fact that for the past five years or so, every time I catch a cold, it moves to my chest and I'm </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >sicker than a dog</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> for more than a week. Needless to say, I'm one happy chic right now.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Hemp milk</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I found </span><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.worldpantry.com/cgi-bin/ncommerce3/ProductDisplay?prmenbr=655972&prrfnbr=2422465">Hemp milk</a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> at </span><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.wegmans.com/webapp/wcs/stores/servlet/HomepageView?storeId=10052&catalogId=10002&langId=-1">Wegmans</a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">! I'm trying to avoid dairy and soy products, which is a huge challenge, especially when it comes to coffee. I just can't stomach black coffee, and hemp milk is thick enough to act as a pseudo cream. Sort of. At least it's better than rice milk in coffee.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Fall</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">There is absolutely </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >nothing</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> as wonderful as crisp fall air. It is my favorite season, hands down. Warm colors and cool air. Gorgeous afternoon light. Bonfires and apple cider. Sweaters and scarves and jeans and socks— all of my favorite clothes. And pumpkin spice cider at </span><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.hyperionespresso.com/">Hyperion Espresso</a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">. So many happy thoughts!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Logos and branding</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Yes, yes, yes! I've been working on rebranding for several months now, and I think I've finally got it. Give me feedback! I want to know what you think of colors and styles!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Brown</span><br /><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TRZgQCgZ778/SsypBirqs6I/AAAAAAAAE1c/q38jWffqi3M/s1600-h/Ampersand_brown%26gray_web.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 206px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TRZgQCgZ778/SsypBirqs6I/AAAAAAAAE1c/q38jWffqi3M/s400/Ampersand_brown%26gray_web.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389868698010563490" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Green</span><br /><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TRZgQCgZ778/SsypCDC-rEI/AAAAAAAAE1k/z86zI2RdZP8/s1600-h/Ampersand_green%26gray_web.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 206px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TRZgQCgZ778/SsypCDC-rEI/AAAAAAAAE1k/z86zI2RdZP8/s400/Ampersand_green%26gray_web.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389868706698275906" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Red</span><br /><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TRZgQCgZ778/SsypfhKNgSI/AAAAAAAAE18/4lFtdpITAlI/s1600-h/Ampersand_red%26gray_web.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 206px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TRZgQCgZ778/SsypfhKNgSI/AAAAAAAAE18/4lFtdpITAlI/s400/Ampersand_red%26gray_web.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389869212997878050" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Yellow</span><br /><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TRZgQCgZ778/SsypC6mD4PI/AAAAAAAAE10/MctusYDqIgE/s1600-h/Ampersand_yellow%26gray_web.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 206px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TRZgQCgZ778/SsypC6mD4PI/AAAAAAAAE10/MctusYDqIgE/s400/Ampersand_yellow%26gray_web.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389868721609367794" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Personally, I'm rather partial to the yellow & gray set, or the red & gray set. Feedback? Please? </span>Sarah Bradshawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09585626595081705542noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31669959.post-65303647243704247472009-10-06T18:51:00.002-04:002009-10-07T10:49:58.199-04:00He thought, she thought...<a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TRZgQCgZ778/SsvKPY4OX6I/AAAAAAAAE08/wjwNU_2ULcs/s1600-h/creepy.png"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 94px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TRZgQCgZ778/SsvKPY4OX6I/AAAAAAAAE08/wjwNU_2ULcs/s400/creepy.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389623744804052898" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Pretty funny. Sometimes true.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Courtesy of the fabulous </span><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.jessicashaeblog.com/">Jessica Shae</a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">.</span>Sarah Bradshawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09585626595081705542noreply@blogger.com0