Spirit lead me where my trust is without borders. Let me walk upon the waters, Wherever you would call me.
I have 8 days left in the US so I want to address questions I have been asked on multiply accounts: “why I am doing what I am doing? Why be a missionary? What even is the point?”
These questions never stump me, because I simply can’t sit and be okay with the fact that I could be doing something even if its just a small action. God gave me my life for a purpose and has blessed me so much; why would I not want to go out and help people? Even if it may just be through raising awareness via photos/videos by being out on the field. I can’t even fathom the thought of just being okay with any of this brokenness not when God tells me to go out and simply just spread His love.
I have a strong desire to photograph the aftermath of all the destruction we are constantly surrounded and hearing about in the media. To go and capture how it affected life; where people live and who they are. To photograph the small beauty and celebration in the midst of the chaos. But I also realize I cannot just photograph the good things without the bad. I need to photograph the truth. I need to get the truth out there because I can’t sit back and use ignorance as an alibi. I can’t sit back and pray expecting change without at least simply engaging myself. I feel like we often look at photographs and see objects but we need to realize they are people. They are human beings and they need our help.
So why do what I do? I want to be that different voice and offer a different shot. I want to bring hope to the nations that no longer believe that things could get better. To bring healing because true healing doesn't suppress and forget, its learning how to live when people have lost everything.










