The Leaves That Change

I value so much the stories that come through my time here on earth. I have found that storytelling through photography is my favorite thing in this life to do besides worship. I love worship so much that storytelling has become one of the countless ways I do.

I've had requests for photography like this come through several times during my time in this profession and it is such a comforting and holy thing to be able to do this. On October 2nd of this year, Kristy wrote the following message: 

I live in xx and I have a 4 month old little girl. I'm 28 and my brother recently died in a car accident. 2 weeks later, my fiance died in an atv accident. I would like to get some pictures of my little girl and me but I don't know how to make it special. I saw on pinterest a shoot you did with another young widow and I liked that a lot. I wonder if you travel and what the cost would be for something like that for us? Thanks
kristy

How would you respond? With a total? A solid amount? Let me see...$$...

I struggled because it was just so unbelievable. She lost who? When? What's the timeline?

I sent a text to my friend, Terri, whose grandchild was the subject in the shoot Kristy had seen. She is Corey's mother and a beacon of light in the darkness of losing a child before their time. I wanted her to know that her son's story was still connecting with people in this life. I wanted her to pray for Kristy. It went like this:
Me: "I got this message this morning. What a heartbreak! Will you pray for her? That story is still connecting with people!" (message above attached)
Terri: "Oh my God!! I will go with u! Of course I'll pray."

Terri did not hesitate to reach out to Kristy and it taught me so much about her heart. She boosted my own heart and her inner "joy" in the deepest sense of what joy means helped me understand the sacredness of Kristy's message.

I understand that these things are "unpriceable". They are priceless to the receiver, priceless opportunities for the photographer. An opportunity to bless in an immeasurable manner. How could I possibly better utilize my God-blessed talent? How on this earth could I not dedicate this work to the glory of Him who is the ultimate Comforter? I lost my father in 2007 and I have felt the pain of losing someone close to me...but not two within 2 weeks of each other. Not my brother and my fiancee-the father of my one month old daughter. Neither Terri nor I could imagine it. So I dedicated this work to the Spirit within us. It's the only way. At least that's the way I see it. It came to me, to my lap, because of a special work I had done before. I was blessed. Of course I would volunteer the work, the time, the gas, the prayer involved in it.

We planned the shoot and met to shoot this past month. Please enjoy the images as well as a smattering of her own-they are all a testament and dedication to the love of Christ.

Kristy and Jason were excited to be expecting their first child, a girl they named Zoey. They had a photo shoot with Laura McCarthy Photography before Zoey's birth. They couldn't wait to meet sweet Zoey. They celebrated with friends and got prepared for their new little family.

 Zoey was born in June of 2013. She had a grand entrance into the world. She brought joy and laughter and love to Kristy, Jason, her uncle Daniel, and soon-expected aunt Ashley, as well as to her grandparents. Everything was great! They had fun together.

Kristy and Zoey:

 Uncle Daniel and Zoey:

Then the next month came. July of 2013. A month that would become a time in the life of her mother that would test her deepest sense of life and of self. Zoey's uncle Daniel Lee, Kristy's younger brother, died in a fatal car crash at the age of 24. He loved so deeply! He was an amazing person. He was engaged to be married to his soul mate, Ashley.

 

He was studying economics and business and worked as a pest control tech. He was a positive personality and funny guy with tons of friends who he loved.  He enjoyed everyday of his life and was kind to others. He was always helping a stranger or friend and always had a joke to tell and a loud, distinct laugh you could hear from another room. He was planning to propose to Ashley after getting his diploma. They would get married on the farm where they spent most of their free time hunting. four-wheeling, and sitting around bonfire...perhaps would live there one day with their children.

Daniel is loved by so many and will never be forgotten. 

In the hearts of his family, the shock was still strong when the next tragedy hit only two weeks later. This time it was Jason, Zoey's father. He had an accident on an ATV and it was fatal. Devastation rolled into the heart of Kristy and countless loved ones as they tried to make sense of the event.

Jason Taylor was 27 years old. He loved outdoor activities, especially target shooting. He collected guns and enjoyed playing video games and being with friends. He had recently graduated from an A/C program and had done air conditioning installation and repair since he was young. He was already working at a company when he graduated the program. He loved spending time with his family-especially Kristy and Zoey-more than anything.  He was a family man and great father to Zoey.

 

 He was a thoughtful and loving person who would often, on his own accord, go to church and sit with his soon to be mother-in-law when Kristy wasn't feeling well during her pregnancy.  He brought Kristy real flowers constantly. Every time the flowers died, he would replace them. Kristy had always loved floral design and he would spend his last dime to surprise her with them for no special reason other than love her. He had a an amazing heart. They spent almost all of their time together; they were inseparable. He proposed on Valentine's Day with a gorgeous ring that he had asked Kristy's mom to help him pick it out. Kristy and Jason were planning a beach destination wedding at Atlantis in the Bahamas in November of this year.

A father's love never dies; it resides in the hearts of those he loved.

Days after Jason's funeral, Kristy, Ashley, and Zoey walked the Sam Houston University stage in Daniel's place to receive his diploma. Kristy had made a Sam Houston tutu as a special surprise for her brother that he never got to see. Friends and family were in attendance to watch this special moment.

In October, Kristy messaged me. In November, we took pictures. This December, Zoey was dedicated to God.

Five months have passed since the tragedies occurred-not nearly enough time for it all to sink in. Shock value is still high and the women in this story have just begun their journeys of healing. But time will pass and healing will take place. Zoey has a bright future ahead of her despite the darkness that clouded her first months of life. Yet, she will have these moments locked in memory forever. This time is locked safe. It is in the eye of the storm. It is locked so she can remember that God was there. He indeed was there.

He was there in the leaves.

He sat under the trees.

He filled up their hearts.

He drove the breeze across Daniel's boots and hat.

He was there in the whisper of Jason's picture.

He was there in me.

As we finished up our shoot and started to say goodbye on a beautiful day at the park, I asked Kristy, Ashley, and Kristy's mom, Deborah, if I could pray for them. We stood in a group, held hands, and prayed.


 I couldn't imagine a more perfect ending to our time together. That is, until they asked us to lunch. Terri and I slowed down for an afternoon, talked with them, heard their hearts, their grief, their pain, their questions...and just loved. Terri was a star. So loving, so understanding. The depth of the connectivity they share is impossible to beat. What they have in common cannot be fabricated or replicated by anything in this world. They really were meant to meet. I'm so glad I listened to the Spirit that first said, "Do this work", then "Tell Terri", then, "Dedicate this", then "Commit yourself to prayer", then, "Pray with them-do not fear", then, "Spend time". A Spirit-led encounter is infinitely better than any other encounter you'll ever have. For me, it's infinitely better than a soap opera on TV, a movie, or even enjoying this world and it's things.

Kristy has a unique story-one filled to the brim with heartache. The heartache gives birth to hope, hope births promise, promise births faith, faith births trust, trust births joy. The joy will come. Zoey will see the leaves change colors in her mother's face and spring will come again. As she grows and learns, she will be proud that Kristy is her mom. It's no wonder that this Christmas is hard on their family. I invite you to pray for Kristy, Ashley, Zoey, and Deborah for as many days as you can. I see a strength in Kristy. Her eyes hide a joy behind them. If I can see that, then Jesus can see so much more. He has the reassurance for her to know that she will rise from these ashes. She will come out of this journey having been changed for the better and be much, much wiser. She will hear His voice better, know His comfort more, and rest in his grace easier. She will have so much to teach Zoey from this hard time in her life-she'll have an infinite amount of wisdom and a new love for life she will never take for granted as before. Jason and Daniel are not gone-no, not at all. Far from it. They watch from the heavens and guard their ladies because that's the kind of men they were. I am so blessed to have had the opportunity to document this storm for them and to give them images that one day will bring reassurance that God was there.

I'd like to share some song lyrics that I was reminded of while composing this blog. It was written by a man who lost his five year old daughter in an accident-you may know him ;) Lord bless Steven Curtis Chapman for writing this song of worship in the midst of his grief. 

"It was the day the world went wrong
I screamed til my voice was gone
And watched through the tears as everything
came crashing down
Slowly panic turns to pain
As we awake to what remains
and sift through the ashes that are left
behind
But buried deep beneath
All our broken dreams
we have this hope:

Out of these ashes... beauty will rise
and we will dance among the ruins
We will see Him with our own eyes
Out of these ashes... beauty will rise
For we know, joy is coming in the morning...
in the morning, beauty will rise

So take another breath for now,
and let the tears come washing down,
and if you can't believe I will believe
for you.

Cuz I have seen
the signs of spring!
Just watch and see:

I can hear it in the distance
and it's not too far away.
It's the music and the laughter
of a wedding and a feast.
I can almost feel the hand of God
reaching for my face
to wipe the tears away, and say,
"It's time to make everything new."
~Beauty Will Rise, Steven Curtis Chapman
Read Steven's own story here.

God bless! ~Julizza

A Letter to My Future Clients-from Macy

I just have to share a bit of Christmas joy come my way by my client and friend, Macy. Please read on! I asked Macy to write about her past experiences with me and what they mean to her for my new website. I can't wait until my new site is all together and launches in 2014! Thank you for this heartfelt letter that made me cry, Macy!

"Raise your hand if you been to a photographer and had your pictures taken? I know, I can’t see if you raised your hand or not, but I do know that we have all attempted to have the perfect family picture. We used a friend to take the picture or we were referred to someone, etc. Now, think about your picture, all the beautiful people in it, how long you planned for it, shopped for the perfect outfit, made sure the kids napped at just the right time and had a little snack to keep them happy.

Now it’s picture day. You have been preparing for it, so excited about the outcome and the gift you will have at the end of the day. As a mother or a father who values the memories in a photograph, you take it to heart. It becomes a part of that place in your heart where you will cherish that day forever. You will look back fondly on the pictures of your engagement, your wedding, being pregnant, that first week the baby is home, when he or she turns one, when they are graduating from kindergarten, then high school, then God willing, you will get to see them married with their own children. Believe it or not, all of these things form pictures in our minds that we wish to hold on to.

All of these characteristics are what I know to be true values of Julizza Holub. When we plan for these moments in our family’s life, she plans them with us. When things go wrong on picture day, she picks up the pieces and makes it into something spectacular. When we are celebrating our children’s 1st everything (baby home, baptism, being pregnant, falling in love with my husband all over again)….she captures it with all the love she has behind that camera. You see folks, what is important to you IS important to her. She shares in your joy, your sadness, your ups and your downs. She shares in your stories, she prays for your happiness, and uses her God-given gift of photography to capture that joy for eternity.

You get them in the mail and you realize that what she gave you was not just a photo or a session. What she does, you cannot put a price on.

We love Julizza as part of our family, and we can only hope that she will continue to bless us with beautiful memories with our children, their accomplishments, their weddings and eventually our very own grandchildren. God bless her."

Love,
The McDaniels
(Colby, Macy, Cullen & Fiona’)

 

www.capturingcreations.com 

Miller Family {Adoption Story}

I had the pleasure of photographing this beautiful family with the hopes of sharing their adoption story. I can't imagine life without people like them to fill this world. Both Doug and Cassie Miller have worked to help families that are thinking about fostering to adopt. They have recently begun fostering and Bennett stole their heart.

I get overcome with emotion when I think about people that have the heart to love children other than their own. It's not very rare in my life-I have been blessed to know so many through growing up in my church that have chosen to care for me and my siblings as if we were their very own. My life is better because of them. I'm not quite sure if they know the degree to which I am thankful, but if they ever read this or anything else I write, I would say, "THANK YOU". Thank you for being a mom, dad, sister, or brother. You weren't asked to, you weren't begged to, you weren't paid to-you just were. Maybe it was a word you said, some advice you gave, or a ride home. I depended on your giving heart so often to get me where I needed to be in life-physically, spiritually, and mentally. I still have spiritual parents today that take care of me and my growing family as if I really were birthed in their home and well...I am simply blessed. I want to honor all of you who do this beautiful thing called "family" beyond your bloodlines. That Spirit inside of you is from above; it is not made of your own comfort or will, and it cannot be fabricated. Thank you.

Here is my guest blogger, Cassie, with her adoption story of sweet Bennett:

For as long as I can remember, I've known that I would adopt a child. On one of the first dates with my future husband, we talked about it. His mom had been adopted from Italy and he too wanted to adopt. It took many years and two biological children before we decided we were really ready. For years we had been preparing to adopt, such as getting a larger house and car, but there were always reasons to wait. Our oldest child was four at the time and had been going through a "I hate God" stage, despite that he didn't know what hate was. One night as I was putting him down to bed, that disappeared. He looked me in the eyes and said, "God said you're going to have another baby." I know that I physically couldn't so I asked what he meant. He said, "God said you're missing a baby. There's me, there's Hallie, and there's another baby". My husband and I had been privately discussing when it would be the right time to become foster parents and his revelation gave us the push we needed. We talked to our children, who were two and four, and explained in the simplest way possible. There are Mommies and Daddies that make bad choices and God needs other Mommies and Daddies to take care of their kids until they get better. Our oldest said that it was just like babysitting for a long time and that was fine with him. I think people often worry that their kids are too young to be foster siblings, but the compassion and understanding that my kids displayed was so much more than I could have expected. Young children have the unique ability to love anyone, no matter what. 

When our foster parent licensing process was complete, we were desperately wanting to take in a child. We had an overwhelming desire to fill that void in a child's life. I often wondered what "my child" was doing. Was someone hurting them or neglecting them? It was so hard and I didn't know how long we would have to wait or how long the child would suffer. I just knew that God had a plan. We have a very wise friend who explained that we would want to say yes to any child they called us about but that we needed to put that aside and stop to pray. We received two calls that we did this with and neither child was placed with us.

Shortly before my husband left for an overseas mission trip, he told me that we were probably going to get a baby while he was gone and it was ok. If the baby was going to cry for months from withdrawals, he wouldn't blame me for my choice. A few days before he was to return I received a call from a placing agent saying that they had three, two day olds and wanted to know which one I wanted. That is certainly a moment that took my breath away. How do you choose? The first little girl had a serious medical need that I knew I couldn't take on. It was between a Hispanic girl and an African American boy. I literally had no idea how to choose as I had no preference on race or gender. I asked the agent to call back with more details on the cases. I discussed it with a friend who happened to be at my house and was leaning towards taking the girl. You see, the agent said that the little boy had drugs in his system and the girl did not. I thought it would be easier and was afraid to take a chance. My husband was far away in a village with no cell service so it was between me and God to make a decision. I went back into my office to wait for the call and prayed. I prayed so hard for God to just tell me who to choose. "God how can I choose one baby over the other? Who do I choose? Please just tell me who to choose. " In that moment the phone rang and the very first thing the agent said to me was, "I think you should choose the boy. I don't know why, I just think you should take the boy." I immediately knew that it was God who guided her words. Another remarkable moment came when they brought him to my house. There had been a mistake and he wasn't the baby with the drugs in his system. It had been the girl.

The moment I met our sweet little boy I knew I was in love and my children were smitten. Taking him to the airport to meet my husband is a moment I'll never forget. From the beginning we were told that his birth mother was planning to fight for him and we wouldn't have him long. I had asked God to help me to know what would happen . Either way I was going to love this boy with everything in me. Weeks went by without any contact from his mother and finally at a few months old I received a call from his social worker. His mother wanted a visitation the following day and it was my choice. I could wait to have a judge order it but I couldn't imagine keeping him from her. What a blessed day that was! She held him for two hours and it was easy to see she loved him. She gave me a hug and kiss on the cheek and thanked me for being his other mother and for taking such good care of him. I asked if I could take their picture together and bring it back to her the next time. God gave me a feeling and I knew that it could be my only opportunity. After that meeting, the social workers never heard from her again.

The foster to adopt process is set to where it gives ample opportunity for the birth parents to step up and take responsibility. Because I had asked God to tell me what would happen, I had no doubt that he was our son. Even the social workers called him ours. At eighteen months old, surrounded by friends and family, he legally became our son. It was one of the happiest moments of my life! It's hard to remember life before three children but I couldn't imagine it any other way. He will never look like us but he will always know he is forever ours and that we love him more than could ever be expressed. We are so proud to call him our son. Please take a moment to pray for a child who needs a family. They may not even be born yet, but they could already be yours. Even if fostering or adopting isn't in your future, your prayers could greatly benefit children who are desperately in need of a loving family. God will bless you immeasurably, you just have to let him. May God fill your heart with the kind of joy he has so richly blessed our family with.