Art of Love

it's not perfect
but it's worth it
and its always getting better
its gonna some time to get it right...

I'm still learning the art of love
I'm still trying to not mess up
So whenever I stumble let me know.
you need to spell it out
cause i'm still trying to learn the art of love

Sailing Admist Storms

We're adrift on a sailboat
My love is the sea
Yours is the horizon
Constant and steady

You set my limbs locked hard afloat
Lifted my lonesome sails
The tide is out, the moon is high
We're sailing

Darling, your love is healing
It makes the bitter sweet
Warms the winter to spring again
Secures the colds defeat

We're cutting anchor
Casting out into the glorious deep
The tide is out, the moon is high
We're sailing

When we've succumb to decrepitude
Still our love will remain in its youth

The tide is out, the moon is high
We're sailing



-Brooke Fraser-

Cutting Back to the Essentials

I'm beginning to frustrate myself -- too many things that I get involve in that stretch me too far... don't get me wrong ... getting out of your comfort zone is good.. but that's not the kind of stretching that I'm talking about. I'm talking about trying to do everything that you think might be a good idea and then leaving yourself dry and empty by the end of the day with nothing accomplished.  Lately, I've tended to be a bit spastic. just ask Jar, he'll tell you. Some days I don't feel like myself-- like I'm in a funk.  It's so funny how matter of fact Jared is... totally balances me out. I have to have a drawn out explanation for why I do every single thing and he's like "just do it" or "don't do it--bad idea"

I get frustrated with myself because I need nothing more right now then to sit down (preferably at Starbucks with a grande hot Peppermint Mocha) and finish clients photos and hone down my vision for Jared & Julie Morr Photography and my worship team... But alas, other obligations are calling me and I never have enough time in one day to finish everything that I need to get done. Help! How do you cut back and get down to the essentials? Knowing that God has allotted you this certain amount of time and do what we can with it? Any ideas and suggestions are welcome... my sanity and future husband thanks you.

Can I ask you to pray with us?

Jared and I are praying hard. We have an opportunity to purchase an amazing, beautiful little house in Tremont that is going up for auction this Saturday, between 10a-12p. After going through the open house last weekend, it is so incredibly perfect for Jared & I. However, we do know that the Lord may have other plans for us, but we believe that this. could. be. it.

It could be our home for the next 10 years, if the Lord allows. The basement is perfect for an in-home studio for our photography business.

So, anyways, I write this to ask those of you who are reading this (if any lol) to partner with Jared and I in prayer this last week before the auction -- we would love your support!!

God is good. All the Time.

I fought it, yesterday. It was a day of many tears. You can plan and plan and plan and sometimes things still won't turn out the way you envisioned it to. I lost my potential job with Caterpillar. I had had my interview already, and things were looking so promising. I had to pass this certain assessment test as a standard procedure before being employed there-- I viewed it as nothing, as simple 45 question test where you knew the answer 90% of the time.  That is exactly how this test was. Simple questions about customer service that I was almost positive I answered correctly to the best of my ability. I raised my hand to show that I had completed the test. The test administrators went up to the front computer to gather my grade which I had the most confidence that I passed. An older lady came and got me to escort me to the door and tell me my grade. I remember trying to look at the sheet of paper in her hand, and much to my dismay and shock, I saw an "F" with a big circle around it. I failed. Somehow, someway, I failed. I don't know what I did wrong, what I answered wrong. I questioned the grade, it was checked again and indeed I failed. Not sure what to do, I began to walk out the door, knowing I couldn't walk back in for another year according to Caterpillar policy. I sat in my car and cried until I couldn't cry anymore, called Jared and cried more. This potential job was so detrimental to us starting out that with not having it, I wasn't sure what was going to get us through the first year... but my Jared reminded me of this: in the midst of all that I can't understand, I need to understand this: God is good, all the time and all the time, God is good. He alone makes my joy complete, he knows just what I need. He knows the bizarre reason I somehow failed that test -- and His hand is in it. To teach me not to have a prideful attitude? That was probably one of them, but also to trust Him, more and more and more. 

Nic & Jessica Beachy

This past Saturday, my beautiful sister got married. It was a beautiful day with perfect weather and God-honoring in all ways possible.

Love you two!

A Proud Proud Weekend

This weekend I had the awesome opportunity to support my future husband in one of society's greatest endeavors: the Chicago Marathon.

I don't think that the word "proud" could even come close to what I was feeling inside as I watched him come around the corner for the finish line. So, so SO happy, joyful, proud, jubilant I was. He did it. After all his training, all his shoe-buying, everything -- he did it.

He had his goal, set his heart and mind to do it, and did it-- in 4:04.

Oh was I praying and praying in the Spirit for him. God, give him strength. Give him strength to do this. The Lord honored our prayers.

Hmm, I've also come to this conclusion:

Someday, Lord-willing, I just might live in Chicago? :)