It’s happening again. I am on the floor, hunched over a camera bag arranging and rearranging (because I stink at Tetris) and trying to keep the weight down while still getting a few non-camera gear essential items (change of clothes, toothbrush, Cheetos) to fit just in case my suitcase does not make it because there is no Target in Africa.
And while I always put this part off as long as possible because it can be so frustrating, I always find myself thinking the same thing:
“This is my JOB? Who gets to do this?”
Well, I never thought it would be me. I have long thumbed the pages of publications like National Geographic and thought how cool it would be to be Lynsey Addario or Annie Griffiths. Only I am not good at the bullets whizzing overhead part. And I’m nowhere near their skill level. But every single time I head out on a trip I get flooded with this feeling of excitement and gratitude.
There is an organization that trusts me, even wants and encourages me to go out and document our work in the developing world. And there is a God who brought this opportunity to me and keeps pointing my lens in the right directions so I see some of what He sees. And so that others will see Him too.
A few months ago a friend sent me a link to a job search the National Park Service had posted for a full-time photographer. I read the description and felt flattered that she thought I might be even close to qualified (I am not), but then I sent her a note back thanking her.
And letting her know I already have my dream job.
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