Where My Quiet Began

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In the barbed stillness, You found me.

In the beginning, where was silence.

Not because I didn't know how to say it.

When I was younger, I used to bottle up my emotions and thoughts.

I felt them deeply, but I didn't have a place to put them. I didn't know how to speak them into the world.

So I kept them quiet, they grew louder.

Not in a chaotic way, but in a still, aching kind of way.

Like a soft echoes, waiting to be noticed.

Overtime, photography became something more than just pictures. I didn't realize it at first - but it became a way to express the things I couldn't say. The sadness I didn't understand. The questions I didn't have words for. The beauty I didn't know how to hold.

Through light and shadow, through softness and stillness, I began to see myself - reflected back. Not just what I saw with my eyes, but what I was carrying quietly inside. But I didn't just see myself, I saw Him ... I felt Him.

This blog is a continuation of that journey. A place where silence isn't empty but full. Full of emotion. Full of God. Full of healing.

I'm still learning how to speak. But here... I start with the quiet.