December 21st was a very special day. During an evening shoot with the Big Brother organization, I began to notice a faint smell… Turned out to be the city septic backing up. We had to scramble to get furniture and prints and frames out of the way, and our studio quickly began to look like a tornado had hit as we pushed everything out of the way and waited for the calvary to show up and get things going back down the drains. Thankfully the floor is not level, so it all ran to the door and away from the working end of the studio. The actual damage was very limited and confined to the entry way and back storage area. A blessing in disguise. In the midst of it all, after the city employees and the family and the landlord left, there was my wife and I, standing in the middle of this great mess, in the middle of the Christmas Rush… I held her in my arms and it occurred to me that some day we’ll look back on this and laugh. I swung the camera around for a rare change from the norm, and took a picture of us both.
“Dear Jesus, I believe you are the Son of God. I believe that you died on the cross for my sins and that you rose again. Please forgive me of my sins. Thank you for taking them away from me.. Please come into my heart and be Lord of my life. You are my Savior. I Love you. In Jesus’ name. Amen.”
Kari said they had a great big bear hug afterwards. I realize he is 6 years old, but he came upon this of his own decision, and it’s important. From here we grow closer to Christ, right?
See, I’m not going to remember December 21st as the day that half of our studio flooded or that it was the Solstice. Everything else is completely negated, it’s void of any relevance in my mind, because this is the day my boy became part of a bigger family, the day Christ answered an earnest prayer of mine…and it was an answer of eternal value. 🙂 Merry Christmas!