I never used to know how many hurting people there were. I never used to look behind the smiles. Honestly, I never used to care.
I never used to know what it meant to love fiercely. To love fearlessly. Honestly? I’m still learning how to love fearlessly.
But God’s been opening my eyes. He’s opened my eyes to the pain, to the hurt, to the half-smiles and tired eyes. He’s brought me people who aren’t perfect. He’s showed me how to be here, for the pain.
I haven’t lived very long. And yet, there’s something I regret deeply. It’s not some thrilling opportunity that I passed up, or something I did, and it’s not anything scandalous. It’s something simple, something that means a lot. Something that is a part of living for Christ and serving others.
You want to know what it is?
I regret not being there.
As a wedding photographer and a romantic at heart, you may be surprised at this statement: that I don’t believe in love at first sight. “WHAT?” you’re probably wondering. “What about all those stories of people madly falling in love at first glance?” Well, my friends, today we’re going to look at why I made such a shocking statement, and if there really is such a thing as “love at first sight”.