See...This Is Why I Need To Carry My Camera Everywhere

I saw Elvis on Saturday.  I had no idea he lived here, but apparently he's living the good life downtown.  I'm happy to report to you that the white jumpsuit with exaggerated collar and huge belt are still in play.  Although I do wish he would get his tailor to use somewhat thicker material. 

Because Mimi really didn't want to see that much Elvis.

I know it sounds too good to be true being as there was a funeral and a grave (which we all KNOW is fake) and this is the reason why I really do need to carry my camera with me.  Because truly, some things just require photographical evidence.  The camera on my so-called smartphone is not very smart so it's no use to me at all.  Plus, I'm a somewhat semi-professional photographer so isn't there some sort of unwritten rule?  Aren't there like, the Ten Commandments of Canon?

If anyone out there knows the answer to that...feel free to holla back at me!

In other news, I had to be at the hospital unexpectedly on Saturday.  Not for medical reasons, but because as stated above, I'm a somewhat semi-professional photographer.  I do newborn portraits for Bella Baby Photography on a part-time basis. 

It's a fantastic job...I mean, hello? Newborns?  So delicious!  I could eat up everyone of those precious littles!  (Not literally. I'm sure you knew that but, just in case...I don't mind a little PR, but that headline on CNN might not be the kind of PR Mimi needs.)

(Notice how my use of "PR" makes me sound like I know what I'm doing.  Or not.)

(It might just make me sound like a big ol' idiot.)

(Have you noticed that I like parentheses?  And rabbit trails?)

(SHHH! I'm hunting WABBITS!!!)

(Oh dear, I've totally de-railed.  It's Monday.  That'll be my excuse.  Sorry.)

So yeah...hospitals.  I was at one.  On Saturday.  Yep. 

The point that I'm not making very well is that even with photographing scrumptious little babies and spending all my time on what I consider to be the happiest floor of a hospital...it can still be a depressing place.  There are babies born every day into precarious situations that make little sense to me.  And it's a wonder to me that in a place filled with sickness and death...life is still bursting forth.

But then, that's our world isn't it?  It's crazy that on this sin weary planet, right smack dab in the middle of the enemy's playground...there are new beginnings and light and life everywhere.  This is an awesome testimony to the power of our God.  He truly is all around us.

Where can I go from Your Spirit?

Or where can I flee from Your presence?

   If I ascend to heaven, You are there;

If I make my bed in Sheol, behold, You are there.

 If I take the wings of the dawn,

If I dwell in the remotest part of the sea,

 Even there Your hand will lead me,

And Your right hand will lay hold of me.

 If I say, “Surely the darkness will overwhelm me,

And the light around me will be night,”

 Even the darkness is not dark to You,

And the night is as bright as the day.

Darkness and light are alike to You.

Psalm 139:7-10 (NASB)

Isn't that last line wonderful?

It makes me feel safe to know that even when I don't know what's going on, and I can't see my hand in front of my face...God sees and knows and nothing...not even darkness can overwhelm Him.

I do however wish that darkness would envelop Elvis a little. 

Because y'all...that white jumpsuit was just a tad harsh on the eyes.