your pic gets mine.

I don't have any pictures to document this summer. There was a time, not too much time ago, when that was what I secretly lived for. I wanted pictures of me with African children and images of me having the time of my life and snapshots of me after a long hike eating dried mangos and grinning happily. I wanted portraits of validation that my life is worthwhile and full of precious memories.

I wanted art to imitate life to imitate art. But my camera is broken.

So this has become the summer that I explore life beyond the perfectly pixelated moment.

Not bold new things but the same things done in gratitude.

No twice held cheese smiles, just laughing at cheesy jokes with my parents.

No post cards from foreign lands, just letters of daily life between friends.

Not soaking in the sun, but biking in the rain.

Not a romantic dinner, but a family breakfast picnic on an uncharted beach.

I am on the journey of life in between frames. Some might call it boring, but trust me; God is here, too. And that is what I needed to know.