It is just a regular Thursday. No biggie. Day 4 of the work week. Early in the month. Nothing special.
I started thinking about my life. You know, just pondering. Letting the thoughts roll about on their own. And I got instantly overwhelmed.
Six grandchildren that can light up my face and day and world by doing absolutely nothing except being. My 2-year-old calls me to tell me important stuff. The 3-year-old has to show me stuff on every video call because he knows how important it is for me to see everything he loves. The 4 and 6 year olds act like lunatics with excitement or just plain weirdness that I play over again and again in my mind and heart long after the call has ended. And my darling 7-year-old girl. . . I can just stare at her picture and get misty. Continue reading
For all my children’s ministry friends. Or for your children’s ministry friends. If you know someone, share this with them.
If you’ve been in ministry for even just 5 years, that adds up to 1,825 days. How many of those days have been spent on going through curriculum? Volunteer training? VBS planning? Scouring the endcaps of craft stores and department stores for clearance candy and pipe cleaners? We’ve all been there.
Here’s another question. How many of those days have been spent on investing in YOU as the leader? As the one who is championing the discipleship of kids and families in your church community?
Because in the scope of 1,825 days (or however many days are under your belt), 3 days is WORTH it. Continue reading
I woke up this morning, just a regular Monday morning. My plan with crawling out super early was to focus on writing. If you really want to be a writer, you must (MUST) set aside time to write. Daily is preferable.
So here I was, sitting with my laptop on my lap, at 4:00 a.m. Monday morning, October 2, 2017. Ready to do the work.
Then a text came in. That is not alarming. So many of my loved ones are back east. It is not 4:00 a.m. everywhere. It was my son-in-law “Are you guys ok?” I just stared at the phone and looked around me.
My patio door was open. Silence there. My husband was asleep in the next room. Peaceful snoring there. No rumbling underfoot. No hurricane level winds. “What happened?” I asked.
Then the news was revealed to me.
The worst mass shooting in America’s history has happened a few miles from my home. Across the boulevard from where we go every Friday night to enjoy a lovely songwriter’s show.
Devastating. Such a horrid loss of life. For what? Nothing. So much heartache. For what? Not a thing.
So, no writing took place today. Just this blurb on this platform where I choose to spill my heart.
Treasure life. Embrace loved ones. Live positively. Love wildly. Speak words of kindness, not hatred. Believe the best. Be the light. Let your beam break through. To everyone with all you have in you as much as you possibly can.
Is that a question you have ever asked? Perhaps this one: How can I be more?
It seems we are plagued with the desire to do better, be better, look better, live better. Is that a product of our culture? It is a good product or a by-product? I am pondering that question deeply of late.
Here is my humble conclusion — we are made to improve. We are encouraged in Scripture to “fulfill” “race” “fulfill” and many more inspiring words. It is built into our DNA to try to be better. Continue reading
Well, I guess that isn’t true, so things do just “happen.” Like old age. It just happens, right. Of course you do have to exercise some semblance of sanity to make that happen. You know, like looking both ways before crossing the street, you know, stuff like that.
But other things … they don’t just happen. It takes us.
Our house doesn’t clean itself. Ever. Right? Our clothes do not magically wash themselves. Our car doesn’t refill itself with fuel. Our books do not get written by themselves. Our goals do not just surprisingly get met.
It takes us. Continue reading
Seriously, I cannot begin to tell you how thrilled I am. I made it the entire length of the 60 Day Challenge I set for myself.
ALL THE WAY TO THE END!!!
Sometimes you just gotta stop for one second and be proud of yourself. Sometimes you gotta just pat yourself on the back and say YAY ME!
That’s where I am. However, I am absolutely not stopping here. I have set a Challenge for myself for the next 30 Days. AND I am joining with a friend for a series of 10 Day Challenges where we are pushing ourselves in one or two areas and holding each other accountable.
There is nothing like the feeling of success. Not. One. Thing.
Are you challenging yourself in an area right now? Please comment on this blog (below). Share it with the world. Make it public. It seems a little more real when you do.
I can’t wait to encourage you back.
Day 61 of the 60 Day Challenge!!!
I’m not even half way through my 60 day challenge … but serious progress has been made.
How have I been doing on the whole “60 first day” thing? (You can read about that here.) Not fabulous. Not terrible.
When it is all said and done, that really isn’t bad, is it? Not bad, not great?
Somewhere in the middle is something to celebrate.
Somewhere in the middle means you are sticking with it. You aren’t so over-inspired that you might fizzle out, you aren’t so under-motivated that you don’t get up and work on it each day. Somewhere in the middle is safe from falling off the edge in either direction. It means you are focusing on forward, not anywhere else.
I have managed to re-inspire my motivation when it waned. I have stayed steady in my goals.
I am eating an 80-90% plant-based diet (kind of difficult to switch to that) and I am getting movement and sunshine every day. I also began juicing twice a day.
The result so far?
- 7 pounds lost
- 12 points down in my glucose level
- BP completely normal
- Dramatic improvement in my kidney
Yes, it is work. Every single day. Work. Hustle. Try. Repeat.
But totally worth it.
Whatever your goal, your pursuit, your dream, you goals — stay the course. Every little thing you do counts. Every tiny step gets you closer. Stay the course.
I am anxious to see what day 60 will bring. I know anxious is rather a negative word. But that is what I am.
Whether it is a new challenge, hustle, dream, goal, or job; that first day is awesome. So much motivation. So much hope. So much commitment. Nothing but positive as far as your eye can see.
But the first day bliss wears off. Reality kind of sets in. The motivation becomes more gray tones than black and white. And that stinks because you really want to do this! Continue reading
You know what is a little thing? Saying the word “Yes” or “Sure” when someone offers to help.
It is such a little thing to allow someone the gift of doing something for you.
Yes, I am speaking from my heart here. I absolutely love doing stuff for people. It is part of what makes me me. And when someone is kind enough to just say “Yes,” that is a delight to the soul. Continue reading
There were seven ladies sitting in the very cozy living of our pastor’s wife enjoying a Bible study and sharing our lives with one another. Extremely comfortable in each other’s presence, our guards were down.
We were bantering a subject back and forth, everyone chiming in, everyone voicing an opinion, everyone listening to the others. Then, suddenly, a dear friend, Eileen, said this phrase:
If only we understood the enormity of little things.