"Come thou fount of every blessing,
Tune my heart to sing Thy grace;
Streams of mercy, never ceasing,
Call for songs of loudest praise.
Teach me some melodious sonnet
Sung by flaming tongues above,
Praise the mount - I'm fixed upon it
Mount of Thy redeeming love.
O to grace how great a debtor
Daily I'm constrained to be,
Let Thy goodness, like a fetter
Bind my wand'ring heart to Thee.
Prone to wander - Lord I feel it
Prone to leave the God I love,
Here's my heart - O take and seal it
Seal it for Thy courts above."
- Robert Robinson, hymn written is 1758
Mae, the radiant mother in these images, offered these words about her heart just after the photo session...
"We are in a season of always needing Grace.
Grace that covers half-hearted measures of attention to my girls. Grace that covers overheated tempers with my husband. Grace that covers blood deep desires to see my name renowned above my Savior's. Grace that covers receiving more from my friends than I am giving. Grace that pulls me closer to the cross despite my intense efforts of pushing away in laziness.
It's hard to allow yourself to be fully laid open in front of someone else to photograph, to not be in complete control of the image that is being presented to the world. It brings me to a level of vulnerability that I demand from my family, clients, and friends, but may not be fully prepared to rise to myself. But Joy knows. Joy knows this Grace deep, it's the same that covers her, and under that Grace she was present with us. Exactly where we are, our need and all. Thank you, Joy, for this literal image of the presence of this Glorious Grace in my life as a woman, wife, mother, Daughter of the Most High King and Servant Savior."
Mae, I saw you.
I saw you hold the faces of your babies and kiss the forehead of your husband and laugh through all the tears.
And it was so very beautiful.