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Wanting to scan your own film but don’t want to invest in an expensive scanner or maybe your flatbed is too slooooow for your liking? Check out my IGTV video on how to digitize your film with your DSLR. The article outlining my tools and method is now LIVE on @shootitwithfilm. You can click on this photo in my bio link to get you to the article. .
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.Diana F+ | Portra 400 | self developed and digitized on my DSLR

ON CHANGING MY PERSPECTIVE//I admit that I am traditional when it comes to where I worship; I didn’t realize until a few years ago that I truly prefer to worship in a classically sacred space. Our church is blessed to have a beautiful, old building that fits the bill. But as any homeowner knows, having your own space is not without its challenges. On our list of to-dos is the inefficient windows, keeping up with the stained glass, cracking plaster, and asbestos tiles to name a few. But on the VERY TOP of that list has become putting in an elevator. When the church was built in 1924, they were more concerned with putting in stairs to climb higher to meet God in worship than they were with accessibility. Conversations surrounding an elevator are almost as old as the “Educational Wing” of the building, which was built in 1953. Many faithful people have gone before us, gathering committees and prayerfully trying to tackle this mountain, to no avail. But God is telling us NOW is the time. Now is the time to tell our community that you’re welcome to our church, no matter your physical ability. Now is the time to rally the troops and give lavishly of our time, talents, and treasure to make this idea a reality. We are kicking off a capital campaign to make it happen and in all honesty it’s kind of scary. I kid you not when I say we’re trying to raise $750,000 to put in an elevator and make our bathrooms accessible. Our humble congregation has to dig deep, make sacrifices, and double down to make this happen. I admit that for a while I felt cheated. Cheated that someone before this didn’t just make it happen when it would have been “cheaper” or “easier” to do. This is a huge undertaking and in so many ways it feels unfair that it has been left until 2019 to make this happen. But as we hosted our kick-off dinners last week and gave space for people to speak about what God has done for them through our congregation I was floored. These were two beautiful evenings where I had the honor of hearing multiple stories about lives being changed at Resurrection Minneapolis. And you know what? I walked away with a changed perspective. (Continued in comments)

I get so much more personal interaction when I post an IG Story that I’ve lost motivation to post in my regular feed. And as I stop to think about why, it seems just so darn obvious as to why! IG Stories are so much more real…that’s where I post about an actual current happening or what my kids are up to (or what I’m up to) and it lets people into my actual life. The feed has that pressure to be curated, a time capsule with only the “best of”. So if you’re seeing this, you’re part of the crew that looks through feeds and I’d love to know how you engage with Instagram. Do you also look through Stories? Where are you more comfortable to engage?
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Diana Mini | Kodak Ultramax 400 | film soup | self-developed and scanned on Noritsu LS-600

We spent last weekend up at the North Shore for our annual Berge Family Trip (it’s been a tradition since Dave’s dad was a middle schooler) And although this would be an amazing trip no matter where we spent it, there’s something magical about spending time at the North Shore of Lake Superior. From exploring its rocky beaches to its sheer cliffs, there’s a peaceful reverence that washes over me as I behold the lake. The lapping of the waves onto shore, the breeze kissing my face, lulling me into meditation. (Or maybe helping me zone out as an exhausted mother of three energetic boys. One or the other.). But there’s also an awe of its mighty power; a fear knowing the lake could consume me. As the waves crash over the rocks, my kids throw things into the waters, superheroes grunting and giving their all to combat the enemy relentlessly pressing in against them. They too understand the beauty and terror of the lake. This creation acutely points to its Creator and the beauty and might of the One who placed the water and the sun and moon in harmony, all working together to produce the tide that rhythmically pounds the rocks, beckoning me to pay attention. The One who exemplifies Himself in creation is yet greater and more wonderful and worthy of our awe; He’s the One who rhythmically tugs at our heart, asking for our love and devotion. Requesting, never forcing us to pay attention. To recognize and fear the majesty, the righteousness of Him. So although I am no longer on the shores of my favorite lake, I am back to the cadence of “normal” life (laundry, vacuuming, errands…) I pray I will take the time to stand in awe of God; to seek His face and meditate on His righteousness and majesty.

Lately my relationship with social media has been “it’s complicated.” I’ve been doing a lot of thinking and praying about exactly WHAT I should be putting out into the world. Does it ever just hit you that when you post something on the internet there’s potential for lots of people to see it? I realize this sounds so, incredibly dumb, but I honestly think most of the time I don’t truly recognize there’s a person on the other end who is looking at what I’ve posted and possibly reading what I’ve written. The anonymity of the internet is strange like that. And on the one hand I feel the weight of having this tiny soapbox and on the other hand every minute I spend here takes away time from the three little humans God has put me in charge of for an incredibly finite time. So if you need me I’m still here, just, you know, sorting out my relationship with the internet.

The biggest difference between us and God is God is infinite and we are not. And yet, it’s hard for us to acknowledge our human limitations, especially with regards to time. As a mom, it’s hard to escape the feeling that I should be doing MORE. I should be spending quality time with my kids AND putting fresh meals on the table AND keeping the house decorated well AND fully cleaned AND bringing in money to contribute to the family AND attending all kids’ activities AND…..well you get the idea. But I have to remember that I cannot do all this and do it well. When I trick myself into thinking I CAN do all these things I am telling myself I don’t have finite limits; basically telling myself I should be in God’s place. That’s not my role, that’s not part of my job description, and ultimately that’s tearing me away from where I am called to be. So today remind yourself that you CANNOT do it all. And give some grace to your neighbor, your friend, your sisters, who also cannot do it all.

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