“Spiritual Amnesia”


Never be afraid to trust an unknown future to a known God. –Corrie ten Boom

I am currently reading a great book by Beth Hart, called Grace At Low Tide. She has quickly become one of my favorite Christian authors. She writes about the Low Country and as I have said before it is one of my favorite places to visit. I won’t go into the plot of the story but a couple passages in the book caught my attention and caused me to stop and think. The young character in the story mentions that she sometimes has what she refers to as “spiritual amnesia”.

How often does this happen to us in our day to day lives? How often do we forget God’s amazing work? His power and his grace? I’m not going to lie, it happens to me.

It can happen when things are going well. We are sailing smooth waters and everything seems to be going great. We are confident and in control and nothing can seem to get us down. Do we forget that we still need God in those moments too? Are we praising Him during that time remembering that He is the sole reason we are floating along? We can’t disregard the fact that He is the wind driving the sails.

We can also suffer from spiritual amnesia during the difficult times. Our lives can be in a rut, a downward spiral with no hope in sight. Do we forget how many times God has lifted us from our troubles? Time after time He answers and brings peace and comfort. We often think the next problem may be the one where He decides to not intervene or that maybe it’s too big or we have sinned and He couldn’t possibly forgive us….one. more. time. But the good news is God’s love is never-ending! He is always available. He is a God of second chances, full of mercy and grace.

Make a list of all the times God has helped you. When you are in a good place, thank Him. When you are down, use that list to lift you up.

Don’t forget Him. He hasn’t forgotten you : )




“The Drizzle”


God sometimes does His work with gentle drizzle, not storms – John Newton

And sometimes God does do his work in a storm but sends the drizzle as a gentle reminder that He doesn’t want us to stray.

I went through the storm. Actually, I would compare it more to a tsunami, hurricane and tornado combined. The waves beating so hard that my feet could not stand on the crumbling ground. The wind so fierce that my eyes couldn’t focus…tears flooding them from the sting. My mind swirling in a vortex of emotions…fear and doubt harassing me from all sides.

But guess what?

 I’m here.

I made it.

I’m okay.

I will always be a little battered but I’m fine.

The drizzle still comes from time to time. Sometimes it comes as a mist, a cue that I need cleansing. Other times, it may come harder, beckoning me to reach out farther for the One who brought me through the storm and to not forget that I need Him.

All day. Every day.

Accept the storms for what they are. A chance to return to God. To be comforted by His healing presence. Our flaws, trials and brokenness allow space for God to fill in the cracks and make us whole.

I will lift up my eyes to the hills. From whence shall my help come? My help comes from the Lord, Who made heaven and earth – Psalm 121: 1-2

“Where The Water Meets the Sky”

I just returned from seven beautiful days of sunshine and peaceful relaxation. You know, that place where the water meets the sky and the sand meets the sea. The beach. The ocean. God’s little slice of heaven where anything can be cured.

I’ve realized after my second trip to Edisto Island in South Carolina that I have become a bit of a “beach-snob”. But in doing that, I have also been able to make memories for myself, Callie and Greg that I wouldn’t be able to do otherwise at one of those crazy, overly-developed beaches. I have been to one of those and I will say-not impressed. Now don’t get me wrong, there is nothing wrong with those beaches, they just aren’t for me.


In Edisto, or Edi-slow as it is sometimes called, life really is slower. It’s laid back and you don’t have to rush. You are on “island time”. There are no high-rise hotels, only rental houses. There are no big name restaurants, only small, locally-owned eateries and diners. Most people bike to where they are going and the beach is quiet. Plenty of room to stretch out and not be run over by crowds. No amusements parks, water parks, go-carts or arcades. Last week, Callie’s “thrill ride” so to speak, was her boogie board or her bike. One evening we spent an hour passing a football. We made seashell necklaces and sat on the porch waiting for the sound of the ice cream truck. We climbed the live oak behind our rental and took a bike ride around half the island.


The most amazing thing about Edisto though, is taking in all of God’s unspoiled beauty on the island. There is no shortage of shells, starfish and sand dollars. The land is sand and marshes with a canopy of live oaks and palmetto trees draped in spanish moss.


Greg and I woke at 5:00 one morning to go to Botany Bay. We took our bikes and rode the path to the beach to catch the sunrise on the insanely odd, yet gorgeous Boneyard Beach, where trees bleached by the sun, stand in the sand and the water. It is truly one of God’s masterpieces, in my eyes, and I was so fortunate to see the sun come up as a bright pink and yellow ball and then light the entire beach in its yellow glow.


On our last full day there, Callie and I were walking along the beach and I asked her if she ever stopped in the moment to consider all that was around her. I told her that she should always take a minute to just breathe it all in and not forget how that moment in time felt. There were so many times during our trip that I would stop and thank God for where I was and for the beauty all around me and for the complete absence of any type of anxiety, worry or stress. I’ve heard tell that Edisto is a magical place and I really have no doubt about that. God blessed this little slice of South Carolina and it will always hold a special place in my heart.


If given the choice, I would encourage anyone to take the time to visit a place like Edisto. Enjoy those slow, lazy days with your family. Don’t spend them waiting in line for some over-priced attraction or sitting in traffic on a crowded street. Take in all that God has given you. Most of it is free! That’s the real beauty of it because after all, time spent with family is priceless.

More pics of beautiful Botany Bay on my website at www.luckyshotphotography.zenfolio.com 🙂