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PHOTOS: Chicago’s Run to Remember the Fallen!

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As the widow of a retired Chicago Police, my goal is to ensure his legacy and love for serving others lives on through the work that I do. I do photography for the Chicago Police Memorial Foundation and enjoy covering their events. This year was bittersweet because I am moving into the 2nd year of his death, and the wound is still there with much healing, but I know he would want me to move forward and be the change I wish to see in the world. When I received the request to photograph the event, it took a couple of days for me to process and think about what my response would be. I decided to do it for him and for me. For him because he would be out taking photography and supporting his colleagues, but for me because I needed to be in the presence of his colleagues and feel a certain sense of safety that's been missing since his death.

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The event was great and was well worth my time. I got to see some of his friends AND support a great cause that he was so passionate about. Check out the pictures and let me know if you see anyone you recognize! Catch me on twitter to continue the conversation @dawgelene


Father I Stretch My Hands To Thee

photo credit: Dawgelene

photo credit: Dawgelene

 

Have you ever awakened some days and you just knew things were different and out of place? You couldn’t put a specific finger on what it was, but your spirit was disturbed and there was an unsettling in your mind. As a matter of fact, you probably didn’t get much sleep the night before because your mind and spirit could not rest.

 

I’ve had those days recently. Probably more within the past 2 years in the loss of my husband and sister, than I can recall from times past. But I remember what my grandma and mother used to say when those days would come,

 

“Father I stretch my hands to thee, no other help I know

If thou withdraw thyself from me, where shall I go?”

 

The snipped above is from a gospel hymnal, Father I stretch my hands to thee, written by Charles Wesley in 1741.  They never sang the whole song, but would just repeat the snippet above in prayer and crying out to God on many occasions. I never really understood until I was faced with days where I had nowhere to go and no one to turn to except God. It was on those days of abandonment that God brought to my remembrance seeing my mother and grandma on their knees praying to God with outstretched arms and fervency.

 

When I took the picture I used for this blog at a prayer breakfast, I didn’t realize at that time, that it would bring to my remembrance a time when prayer, faith and trust in God were the only things that got my family through difficult times.

 

What I know is that when we are in need of an encouraging word, a sincere hug and a gentle voice of support, we only need to look up, stretch out our hands and open our hearts to receive and hear what God is speaking to us.

 

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