As you are well aware, I thrive on photography. It has become my passion to release beauty through the lens. With sadness, I read this week that the photo of the little girl crying at the border is only part of the story. She was not separated from her mother. She was, however, separated from her father. Mother decided to pay a coyote $6000 to take her to the border. Mother snatched the little one, leaving three older children and her husband behind, and fled for America. The little girl never got to say good-bye to daddy. The older children are now without a mother. Imagine if you were six years old and your mother fled with your baby sister and left you behind?
Oh my, if my little 6-year old granddaughter had mama leave with her 3-year old sister with no hopes of returning–oh my sweet Charlotte would be desolate–absolutely beside herself with grief. I cannot even deal with the thought of how much grief would overwhelm this precious child who so loves her mama. We have been duped. The dad says things aren’t great in his country, but he has a good job and he would never put himself through this trauma to come to America.
So back in Honduras, a husband and father weeps for his child; three children are left motherless; and America is up in arms at ICE and President Trump.
Lord, help me to be honest with the photos and captions I choose to share with the world. Let me understand that with my camera I possess the power to bring a nation to its knees.
No photos today. Simply a prayer that with my camera I will recognize I wield a weapon for beauty or ashes; for joy or mourning; for a garment of praise or a spirit of heaviness.