December Photo Project

Instructions

WHAT IS THE DPP: Years ago, when blogs were all the rage, I challenged myself to take one photo and post it for the first 25 days of December. My challenge turned into a project that my friends participated in, and there you go. We now look forward to the DPP all year long. One photo a day, for 25 days straight. ‘Tis the season.

WHO CAN JOIN: Anyone and everyone can join because… One, the DPP is awesome. Two, December tends to be a great month for celebrations, and three, photography is available to everyone. What you bring to the table is up to you. Shoot with your professional gear or your phone, whatever you do, just pick one image per day.

DO I SIGN UP: Simply sign in here. If you have a blog, Facebook URL or Instagram site where you’ll be posting, share that. Also—new this year—write down where you are. It should be fun to track DPPers!

DPP 2021 BADGE: See the 2020 image floating around Facebook? You can grab a badge and post it your newsfeed, Twitter feed or Instagram account. A giant thank you goes out to Bradley Burgin (also at @rivervalleyartisan) who graciously designed this year’s images. Thank you, Bradley!!

FACEBOOK PAGE: Because we can and because we want to share the love… Facebook Group page. Feel free to like it even if you aren’t participating.

HASHTAG: Mark your pics and tweets with #DPP2021.

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December 12

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Right before I got body slammed by a virus or two (but hey, not Covid!) I took this little sweetie shopping for some winter clothes. It was a blast.

If you’ve been reading along for years then you know that infertility is a huge, and hugely unwelcomed, part of our story. We’ve tried all manner of ways to have more kids and yet at some point had to offer a simple “thank you” to God for our beautiful only child. But as I look at Kezzie’s precious face in the image above, I rejoice that the hard reality of infertility didn’t win the day. Babies continue to be born, fostered, and adopted. I find myself wandering the aisles of Super Target delighting in picking out teeny items for them. I praise God that Alicia knew I’d love to take her daughter out shopping for some winter gear. Kids legs? I mean, they just keep stretching, don’t they? In the face of huge life changes, I’m grateful this growing kid and I got to take a little shopping trip together. She delighted in picking out hoodies in colors she loved and I delighted in watching her.

Our stories aren’t over as long as we have breath in our lungs. Medical diagnoses and setbacks don’t mean your life is forever crushed. Academic and occupational failures don’t meet you won’t ever see light again in your future. Mistakes and sins of epic proportions don’t mean redemption isn’t coming in days ahead. Buckets of negative pregnancy tests don’t get to have the final word. Each day I spend loving on my friends’ kids, and each time I kiss a boo-boo at school or help a first grader learn to sound out words, I feel the joy of grace flood over me.

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