EducatingMe

Confession time: I am a portrait photographer. I am sometimes a second shooting videographer. I took a volunteer position on the media team at church where I learned more about cameras. I found myself directing shots as a video switcher pretty quickly after. I have helped direct and produce the church services to stream on our website. It’s a low scale and fairly low budget. Everything I’ve done in media I’ve learned on the fly. YouTube is my best friend. Our media director whom I might say was one of the best mentors in technology I’ve ever had, got an amazing opportunity to serve God and develop the media ministry many state lines away. In the weeks leading up to his ultimate move, I tried to absorb as much information as he was willing to throw at me. See, before this… I was his volunteer right-hand man. I say this just because the guy just let me help wherever. He carried the weight of the team on his shoulders...that is very clear now. He’s gone, and here I am. FBC Sapulpa ...

I am creative. I am creative, but not in a crafty let-me-art-all-over-the-place sort of way. I am “the ideas are a dime a dozen” sort of gal. I cannot paint. I do not bake OR cook (apparently those are NOT synonymous with each other). I love banners and beautiful digital displays, but I cannot just whip things up with multiple fonts and colors. I have no eye for what goes together. I do, however, love photography. I can capture those beautiful things. I can see an empty room or building and create 10-15 ways the space could be used. The businesses that could be run inside, and I can see the design style that should fill the space, but I am not the one to do it. I am an ideas person. I am your not so average thinker who cannot get the ideas out fast enough before they are fleeting. My iPhone is filled with “notes to self”. I have been collecting these digital scraps of nothing since 2015 when I first thought I might write a book. But, I am not a writer either. I could, however, ...

Long road trips always begin the same way in my family. We put on Willie Nelson’s “On the road again”, turn it up loud and sing along. The song and excitement usually help us get out of the neighborhood and started on our way. After this, we listen to our books or play our movies most of the way to our destination. Sometimes we will converse about “things”, but like a Seinfeld episode, it’s mostly about nothing. On the way home though...on the way home the long road trips always seem to be where dreams and plans are made. Today’s ride back home from visiting the parents and grandparents brought on conversations of tradition, tears of loss of tradition and plans for the future. You never really think about tradition much until something comes along to break the cycle and all of a sudden its front and center. A few years ago we started a tradition of snow skiing over the Christmas break. The lodge is nestled in the mountains of northern Idaho. Mrs. Claus would make hot cocoa and wa...