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Guest Post by Elisabeth

im elisabeth, 13 year old girl who lives in the rocky mountains. i am a photographer, dancer and a lover of God. He is the reason that i love photographing the beauty of this earth and the reason i dance.  i try to glorify Him through everything i do. i love sunrises, but am often too sleepy to get up and watch them. i have an obsession with shoes and clothes and editing my photos. i am in love with brownies and tumblr and mint green and coral are some of my favorite colors, along with light grey. i dislike donuts and plain black coffee, but really like sweet coffees from starbucks ;) if you like this guest post then you can follow along with my blog and tumblr too :*  feel free to email me as well if you have any comments!

xx, elisabeth 


photo by my best friend mika 

sunrise in the east 

it was dark, one of those rare occasions when i did get up early enough to see the sun wake up.
we were getting up at five am to hike up a nearby mountain and watch the dawn.
as we drove off i could see venus shining bright in the early morning sky; i could watch the the light of the stars for hours on end and never get tired. as we got to the base of the mountain we saw a big black bear walking right in front of us. I've always kinda liked bears for some reason, but i don't think i would want one following us up the mountain! so we all decided to do a different hike, and one that was a little shorter since we still wanted to catch the first rays of sun. 
i always find it interesting how quiet it is at that time; everything seems to be waiting.
as the clouds started turning from light grey to pink, then lavender, the sun slowly started touching the highest mountains and reaching for the farthest clouds. since you all now know I'm a photographer, then you can probably guess i was taking photos this whole time, but it's also important to put down the camera for a little while and just watch, think, and listen. it feels like you're the only ones awake, and that if you're too loud or too hurried, then it will all fade away.

 pc: mikayla 
 pc: becca 
 pc: mikayla 

i think that God may make sunrises beautiful and so early so that those who care the most, and are willing to lose time in bed, will see the most incredible and glorious thing that they will ever experience. the most incredible experience, that is, until the day when God comes and takes us home: to our real home.

The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of his hands. Psalm 19:1

xx, elisabeth 


  1. This is beautiful... and you're beautiful! ^.^

  2. Sunrises are one of the biggest blessings God has given us, I am convinced of it. It is a lovely reminder of each new day and that He creates beauty for us to enjoy.

  3. Hey you´ve a great blog!
    Please check out mine and if you want we can follow each other
    here on bloglovin and via GFC?
    Let me know, now it´s your turn.

  4. Thank you for posting my post Rose! and thank you guys for the lovely comments :**
    I don't have bloglovin, Maxine :( but feel free to follow my blog!

    xx, elisabeth


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