The older I get, the less interested I am in what people say about themselves and the more interested I am in what shows from their lives over time.

I've been sitting with one question for a while now:

What separates acknowledgement from transformation?

A few thoughts on repentance, fruit, and the slow work of becoming different.

When I started university at 41, I thought I knew exactly who I was. What I didn't expect was how much I'd learn about myself along the way. A reflection on courage, calling, uncertainty, and learning to trust God with the next step.

I've spent the last few years wondering what role photography would play in this season of my life. The answer, it turns out, is that I'm not quite ready to let it go.