Tell stories. help people.
From when I was 11 years old I told myself I was going to be a neonatal surgeon because that is how I thought you helped people. For years I watched doctors save my sister's life and knew that all I wanted was to give life to people. I wanted to see broken families be put back together; I wanted to hold the tiniest babies and tell them they were loved and that sickness does not define them. I was desperately searching for hope. It didn't work.
Although I had always loved taking pictures, I told myself I loved science more. The truth was though I was never good at it and was never going to be. Yet it was not until I failed anatomy and biology that I realized something needed to change.
I see now that I was made to tell stories and that this is my way of saving lives. We say that every person has a story, but we only choose to tell some of them. I want to give a voice to those who have been silenced by the world. I want to tell people they are worthy of being fully known and fully loved, that their story is worthy of being told regardless of their circumstances. I want to tell people who have never been loved before that there is a mighty God who desperately loves them and promises that they will never be forgotten. After spending time in Swaziland, Africa, and having countless filthy, dirty, precious little hands grabbing for my camera, I quickly realized there is no other place I would rather be. After years of searching for hope, I finally found it.
My story may be untraditional, raw and messy. It may not even be the story I would have written for myself, but it is the story of redemption. It is the story of a God who knew every part of me, and still chose the cross; a Father who gave absolutely everything knowing that He would have to wait years and years for me to even know Him. I know that I will never be able to do it on my own. The only thing I do know is that my camera, my words, my God, brings life and I am so lucky.