Mountians, I want to see mountians.

Jenny Lake, Grand Tetons, WY

I lift my eyes to the hills. From where does my help come? My help comes from the Lord, who made heaven and earth. Ps 121: 1-2

Something Old, Something New

Bodie, CA

Harp Camp

Remember how I mentioned harp camp in my last post? You do? Well, I was both a student and the photographer that week. Which is crazy combo, especially when you add being down with a sinus infection. I felt like should have had a 'I survived Harp Camp' sticker by the end of the week.


Lynne Aspnes teaching pedal harp repertoire.
I nearly did a happy dance after I took this photo. Honest.




Bonnie Mohr shared with us about harp therapy.




Steve Moss regulated 20+ harps that week and still found time to teach us about harp maintenance.


One of the harp ensembles performing.


Group photo. Say cheese.

Goodbye July

Downtown Portland, Oregon

July has come and gone. I woke up Sunday morning and it was August. Just another day, but still a relief. July was crazy, filled to the brim with ups and downs. A road trip with the family across the West, visiting dear friends in WA, celebrating Independence Day on the 3rd and 4th, a video class in Portland, helping with VBS, harp camp, battling exhaustion and sicknness, relearning how to be content at home - July held all that and then some.

God showed up and reminded me that He came to carrying all my worries and failures and imperfections. I'll never be good enough on my own, so He covers me with His righteousness by the blood of His Son. I have only to rest in Him and wait for Him to provide.

Trust in Him at all times, O people; Pour out your heart before Him; God is a refuge for us. Psalm 62:8


So Goodbye July and Hello August.