This morning, Tina and I are headed back to Grand Rapids. This time it’s a scheduled trip for my second cousin Morgan Witteveen’s wedding. She’s getting married today at 4 p.m. followed by a pig roast at a country club.
It should be exciting.
We’re staying at my cousin Todd’s house, whose wife doesn’t like dogs. So this is the first time we’re traveling without Talulah. I sorta get what it’s like to be a parent right now as I”m about to leave Talulah with a friend who will be dogsitting.
What a bitch!
In other news, I’m dying to post more pictures from some shoots I’ve had, but I’ve been playing major catchup. There are still many from regular-reader Xina’s wedding that I’m hoping to share.
I called Xina yesterday to see what she thought of the amount of photos I gave her, and she was very pleased. I gave her closer to 500. I’m happy, because I saw another woman’s photos from her wedding recently, and she received probably a 1/16 of what I sent Xina, and they weren’t nearly as creative or fun.
Not to mention, this other woman hired an agency that charges over double what I charge just for the photographer. That doesn’t include books, prints, or funny one-liners that I deliver so easily.
The other day when I was driving to a shoot, I was thinking, “Wouldn’t it be nice if I could call my blog and leave a post?” Well, apparently the wordpress people were already working on it, and it’s now available. This synchronicity is what religious people often call, “An answer to prayer.”
I remember the first time it donned on me that things I prayed for were what secular people hoped for. The word “hope” and “prayer” is interchangeable … at least to me. It’s often things that would probably come about anyway. I’ll pray/hope that you get a job. I pray/hope you’ll get through this hard time.
I’ve heard stories like, “We didn’t have money for our bills, and a check showed up for the amount of our need.” This was not a story from the Yeshua Fog. It was a story from a non-believing couple. I heard those exact same words from believers, only they included the notion of prayer. Both instances ended positively.
Or I heard, “We bought a new dishwasher, and our old one was fine. We called my friend and asked if they needed on, and wouldn’t you know it … they did!” There was no, “Praise, Jesus” after it, like I grew accustomed to in North Carolina. There was just thankfulness.
Do you know the biggest difference between religiosity and secularism?
It’s vocabulary.
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