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So, I met Sally Martin at church camp retreat in May.  But it feels like years ago; and that’s a compliment.  Life is funny  because conversations turned toward what we like to do and next thing I know I’m taking photos for her CD cover.  It’s even funnier that I’m not really a photographer and that our kids were running rampant around the house while we were trying to do this project.  We started with a deep breath and a prayer, and here’s what came from it…..
 I’m going to wait and buy the whole CD, but you can buy individual songs here.  All I can say is, ENJOY!!!!



Front Cover

Back CoverSome Extras…

So, like I said, we were at church camp this weekend.  Husby spent several summers during his childhood going to Camp Ghormley, and I actually spent a week there counseling as a church intern.  I think the intern staff also retreated there once.  And I distinctly remember spraining my ankle on the steps of my cabin…oh, about ten years ago now.  It just tickles me pink that after traveling from Washingon, and residing in Nashville for 6 years, we have come full circle and are taking our kid to church camp at a place that is already full of good memories for us (except the ankle).

Out the cabin window.  Nice silhouette, honey!  I don’t think I took this one.

I’m kind of proud of those sunbursts. Here’s the dining hall entrance. In case Christianity isn’t your usual cup of tea, ‘Servants Entrance’ is in regards to everyone, based on the words of Jesus, ‘If anyone wants to be great among you he must be servant of all.”  The sign does not indicate that we go bossing the camp staff around. Better not, because they’re clipping you into the zip-line.  Haha. 

A little ‘shmallow and Kumbayah action.  We joked that if we were at camp when the rapture happened, we might not know.  Christians actually believe in the rapture, but also in the Scripture that says NO ONE knows when it’s coming.  Just to clear that up.                     Frog rock!  Visit Rimrock!  I think ‘our’ Frog Rock beats the one below in the Canterbury Plains.

On the way home, an amazing rainbow in the clouds.

Aaaaaand, extra bonus round; here are some photos I took between Yakima and Richland.  All these are taken from the car, by the way!  Not bad, little Lumix!

Well, okay, the first part isn’t funny.  I wrote this up and hung it on the wall not so much as art but to get through a very dark time.  Perhaps the artistic part is that the overall effect looks like what it felt like: etchings in a prison wall.  And it helped.  I didn’t instantly feel completely better, but I had some tools.  I had good things to think about.  I itemized the good things, listed them out.

The funny part came when my mom and I were trying to recite this verse (found in Paul’s letter to the church at Philippi, or Philippians) together over the phone.  I did  great job and was trying not to feel too proud of myself when I hear a low chuckle over the phone.  “Well, you got the whole thing except one part.”  “Oh, really, what part?”  And it unison we chime, “Let your gentleness be evident to all, the Lord is near.”  Crap. I am not the most gentle of souls sometimes.  I can have Nato-quality diplomacy, sometimes.  I can have the gentleness of Mother Theresa, sometimes.  But I live with an inner bulldog, all the time.  And you really only need or inner bulldog about 5% of your entire life.  So, I must train and tame the bulldog.  Oh, Hannah, you funny girl.