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| A Simple Photograph Can Mean So Much |
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| As a teenager, I felt like God was asking me to be involved in missions. I really felt He had a specific plan for me to serve Him by going on trips to other countries to tell others about Him. When I was 20, I got a little sidetracked. I started dating a photographer. I told myself we were going to be missionaries and travel to Africa and he would photograph all the children and I would feed them. |
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| I ended up drifting really far away from God and His plan for my life. But I learned how to use a camera. Eventually, I came to my senses, got rid of the boyfriend and kept the camera. And I realized that I had a gift for creating photos. |
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| In 2003, I went on a missions trip to the Democratic Republic of Congo in Africa. Then I went to South Africa and Malawi in July 2004 and back to South Africa again in 2004 and a third time in 2005. |
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| On each trip, my primary responsibility was to take photographs of the people we met and document our experiences so we could share our stories with people back in America. On each trip to South Africa, I was able to take photos, go to the lab in town, print out the photos and then take photos back into the village and pass them out. |
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| It was really fun to watch people as they were given a photo of themselves. They would take one look at the photo and turn around and run and yell to their friends to show them that they had a photo of themselves. They were so excited! |
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| I photographed this lady with her daughters in front of their home during one visit. Later, I came back with her family portrait and handed it to her. |
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| She looked at the photo, and turned and looked at her house and looked back at the photo. She was absolutely amazed to have a simple photo of her and her family in front of their home. My friend Thandi, standing with us here, was equally amazed. |
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| After one of the trips to South Africa, my team leader, asked how the trip was for me. I said, "It was great! I loved being able to hand out photos in the village. That was a tiny part of what we did, but that is what was meaningful to me". He stopped me and looked at me and said, "Laura, you have no idea how integral and how important to our trip those photos are. For many of those people, the photo you gave them is the only legacy they will leave to their children when they die of AIDS. And ten years from now, that kid will be able to hold that photo and say, 'this is my dad' or 'this is my mum'." |
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| Buhle, with her grandma, Thandi. Buhle is very fortunate to have a healthy mom, Lumke, and a healthy grandma. Many other children in Africa have lost both parents to AIDS and are left with relatives or must raise themselves. |
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| A few months after that conversation with my team leader, he took a team of 30 people back to the same village in South Africa to officially initiate the Photo Legacy Project. Six teams, each with a photographer, went into the village, met families, were invited into their homes, talked with them, prayed with them and photographed them. As the teams left each home, they told the families that they would return the next day with family photos. It was not until the families actually saw the team return with photos in hand that they began to trust. The adults in the village lived for years under the fierce rule of apartheid. White people rarely come into the village even more than a decade after the end of apartheid. Most villagers have never had a white person in their home. A simple photograph opened the door to begin to build relationships of trust. |
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| My mom, Marcella Adams, 6 years before she was diagnosed with advanced ovarian cancer. |
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| As I continue the Photo Legacy Project, I have created photos for families in Africa, families in New Orleans, LA and Biloxi, MS who lost their family photos in Hurricane Katrina and for families living in a motel a mile from my home. When I think back to dating that photographer all those years ago, I realize that what Satan meant for evil, God meant for good. As destructive as that relationship was, I have been able to keep the good that I learned, creating photos, and use it to bring glory to God. Whatever your struggle has been, God can use you. Whatever your giftedness, God can use you. |
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