Published by Deborah Negron M.A.
April 7, 2021
So I have been accused of catching people off guard. Everyone would rather pose for the picture. But it’s in that candid shot that my eye sees more than just a picture. I am able to capture a moment. A moment I can go back to amd remember.
You see, I lived for a long time, posting pictures that were posed. But my life was a mess. My marriage was a very difficult one. I would capture a second or two of a happy moment. Yet, in reality, the happy days were very few. Anger, pain and fear were never seen in my perfectly posed pictures.
I lived a lie. My husband wore a smile at church and an angry violent treatment in the car ride home. The meals were looking great, but short lived peace, because often times I had to cry myself to sleep because the plate had flown across the room. I had spent the afternoon cleaning and hearing angry words being shouted at me. Cursings all week and Sunday religion. God delivered me from this lie.
I was able to be healed from all of this because of who my parents are and all the wonderful people God placed in my life along the way.
Thank the Lord, that in the end, my
ex- husband came to the Lord and was saved. Sadly, I was unable to capture his face when he asked me to forgive him and I asked him to forgive me for marrying out of God’s will. That day, his face changed. His eyes twinkled. The Lord had truly made him a new creation. My eyes saw it.
Now, I love the camera. But often times you will catch me behind it. I will capture moments of bliss. I will look and see the joy in others, laughter, tenderness and such. This is why I love photography.
Here, in this photo I caught Daddy waiting for Mom to finish getting ready for church. Believe it or not, h was humming happily as he waited so that we could go to church together.
In this frame if you look carefully, you will see a man who loved God and had such patience.
He never cursed. He never mistreated anyone. He treated mom like gold. He always respected her. He thought very highly of women. He made my sister Sarahi and I feel utterly loved. He always made sure we knew he loved us.
Gentle, quiet, wise and strong… Weak, in pain, he was always the same. He was a Godly man. His faith and his life had congruecy.
The man you saw on Sunday was that same man on Monday. At home and at church there was no difference.
Daddy was a true Believer. There was no hypocrisy in him. There was no two faced behavior. No, Daddy was just as you see him here. A well tempered man. The Fruits of the Holy Spirit were evident in all he did.
Blessed is the man that walketh not in the counsel of the ungodly, nor standeth in the way of sinners, nor sitteth in the seat of the scornful. But his delight is in the law of the Lord ; and in his law doth he meditate day and night. And he shall be like a tree planted by the rivers of water, that bringeth forth his fruit in his season; his leaf also shall not wither; and whatsoever he doeth shall prosper.
Psalms 1:1-3 KJV
This is beautiful Debbie. I miss your dad very much. Jose Luis was the closest I’ve ever had of a grandfather. I always remember him as a joyful man.