Monday, July 23, 2012

Summer Vacation and a Plug


It's quiet over hear on the blog, as we are on vacation for the next two weeks.

However, won't you stop back on Thursday when I will be featured at Mom Heart On-line -- a site I am thrilled to promote with so many of your favorite authors in one place. And I am honored to be able to share in that space. Won't you join me here on Thursday so  I may have the honor of directing you there. 

I hope you, dear friends, are having a wonderful summer!

I would love to stay in touch.

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Tuesday, July 17, 2012

When We Don't Buy into Life's Facade

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There is a rush when connecting with people after twenty years. It's why facebook is so addicting when we first create our account. Because of all of the connections we make. And because of the image we have the ability to put forth.

It's not a false image, no. It's absolutely a part of who we are. But it's not the fullness of our person because that's not possible. We get thoughts and snippets, but we don't get real life. We see the beautiful architecture of the front of a building, yet we rarely get a foot in the door.

Although I resisted face book for the first year after my first invitation, I love it for the connections I am able to make. And, although I resisted attending my twentieth class reunion (and did not participate in every event), I still ate up every minute of seeing old faces and spending time with classmates like no time had passed at all.

By Sunday, I felt like I was coming down from a reunion high.

At the start, I knew I wanted my husband right by my side because he is part of who I am now.

Yet, what I wasn't expecting was the sense of nostalgia I would feel after the first night. It brought me back to a time when life was nothing more than thinking about where we'd end up on the weekend and who we'd see out. When the exterior is all we really paid attention to.

Yet, the man who stood by my side (or a few steps ahead helping to lead our pack!) is the one who has been inside every room of this building and has made each his own – the comfortable places, the intimate places, as well as, the storage areas where lies all the baggage - and I in his. He's seen the less decorative sides of the building, the broken down areas and has invested in knowing the history and detail that has gone into the making of this building.

Together we have strengthened the foundation, torn down walls, opened up the interior, and have opened the door of our lives to a work that invites people to share in. One that will leave a legacy, that will stand strong and tall for generations to come.

Together we are building up, with the tool and craftsmanship, what one day just may look like a heavenly mansion.

We can appreciate our connections from the past for what they are – fun and even meaningful reminiscent opportunities. The appreciation and respect for friends, like ourselves, who are building their own legacies. But when it's all said and done, it's not the image we put forth that amounts to real life – it's the hands of hard work, a heart that bleeds, and eyes that see more clearly through its tears. 

It's a work in progress; the building of a masterpiece.

Sunday, July 8, 2012

When Opportunity Doesn't Knock

DON'T WAIT FOR THE BALL TO COME TO YOU! IT NEVER WILL! GO AFTER IT!

My eight-year-old son participated in a week long soccer camp two weeks ago. I bounced between his younger sister's camp and his camp, and if there was one thing I observed that helped my son's game more than anything, it would had to have been those words that came hollering out of his coaches mouth, "Don't wait for the ball to come to you! It never will! Go after it!"

Those words stuck with me, too. How many times in life do we have big ideas and ambitions, and then we wait for the opportunities to come to us. They never will.


I see this in myself with writing, as well as in motherhood. I have ideas, plans, and ambitions, yet they are scary ventures. What if I do something wrong? What if I fall short? What if the end result is a failure?

I can have all of these great intentions, yet if I don't move forward with discipline and focus fueled by passion, these endeavors will ineviditablly fall a part before I ever see fruit come of my labor.

It Starts with Passion

What are you doing that is fueled by passion? What is it that God created you to do that makes you feel alive in the way that you are making a difference?

Some kids just don't like soccer. They don't have a passion for playing the game. Therefore, even if they go through all the motions and have the skill, there really is no energy or momentum behind their action. That is the same with us in our endeavors. We have to start with a passion. 


In his book, You Are A Writer (So Start Acting Like One), Jeff Goins reveals that his success in writing happened when he went back to the basics and started writing for the love of it. Before that, he states, he was only chasing results:
I watched other writers succeed in ways I hadn't, and I envied them. Eventually, I grew to resent them. Why? Becuase I wasn't doing what I wanted. I was writing, but I wasn't enjoying the process. I was only chasing results. So what did I do? I went back to the basics: writing for the love of it...As a result, something amazing happened: I started to have fun. And the quality of my work dramatically increased. I finally felt free to do what I loved. ~ Jeff Goins, You Are A Writer (So Start Acting Like One)


Get in the game

Are you just cheering others on from the sidelines, in what you are passionate about, or are you getting in the game yourself?

Some kids want to win, yet are happy sitting on the sidelines, hoping their teammates will pull through for them. They are okay with someone else doing the work for them. Yet, they'll never learn what it takes to be a winner. And neither will we cheering everyone else on from the sidelines. We have to get in the game.


Go after the ball {opportunity}


Are you waiting for opportunity to come to you or are you going after opportunity?

Some kids get in the game and then dance around the ball, too scared to actually make contact with it. Again they hope someone else will pull the weight and then will take credit for the win, but those wins will only be by chance for that kid. Same with us. We may get in the game and start dancing around a little, hoping opportunity will come. We play it cool and act like it's no big deal. Yet inside we're dying for our passions to meet opportunity, and they never will if all we do is dance around it. We have to make contact with opportunity.




But that's not enough. That is where the work begins. It will take hard, dedicated work because that's the point we'll have opponents coming at us from all sides – rejection, doubt, critics. And what will we do with that? Let them take the ball from us or will we claim it, even if we fail?

I get it. It's scary. I'm one of those who would rather dance around the ball than actually go for the ball. I think about it too much. And I tell myself I'll kick that ball the next time it comes to me.

But we have to stop thinking about it and do something. Not because we should act thoughtlessly, but because we've practiced enough that we don't have to think about it anymore.
If you do anything long enough, it becomes habitual. This is the goal for any passions in life: to wake up and do it without thinking. This can happen for writing, running, and anything else you want to do in life. It won't be easy, but it can become effortless. ~ Jeff Goins, You Are A Writer (So Start Acting Like One)
This may look differently for you than me. For me, as a mother of four, it may require waking up before my children and writing for 30 minutes everyday. I do wake up before my children, but I don't always write. I wait for that surge – that idea that will inspire me to write. Sometimes that works, but it can come at a cost. Because it's unpredictable. Because artists need more than creativity and inspiration to get better, to be heard, and to make a difference. We need discipline. 

How do I know this? What makes me qualified to share these tid-bits? Because I'm right there in this process with you. And I hope that the insights I gain along the way will help and encourage you, as well.

And because I believe it's vital that we realize there will be opportunities, but they won't come knocking. You can either go after an opportunity, or stand around thinking about the how's, the when's, and the if's. But, you'll miss it. Because they come and go that quickly.

Just like with the sport of soccer, the more disciplined a ball player you are, the better you'll become, and as a result, the more that ball will be passed directly your way. But that's because you'll have earned it. Your coach and team mates will know what you're capable of on that field because you've proved it and they trust your ability.

So get in there and be ready to go after opportunity when you see it! Do it – not because the crowd is screaming, expecting it from you. And don't not do it because the crowd is silent.

Do it because you love it! Because you have to. Because it's what you were created to do.

This is your moment.



Thursday, July 5, 2012

Family, a Fire Hazard, and Firecrackers From Our Backyard

We enjoyed the 4th of July with family at our house yesterday, in which we decided to avoid the late night traffic and not go out to see the fireworks. Somehow, it has never quite felt like my birthday without ending it with fireworks yet, it still sounded so much more peaceful just to stay home this year.


  



Yes, it was also my birthday yesterday. Robby insisted that we have as many candles on the cake as my age -- yeah, that was a fire hazard! Go ahead, count them...


What's that??? You only counted twenty-nine? Close enough. :)


We had a beautiful sunset last night as the day turned to evening...




and evening turned to night...


And to close the night, we were pleasantly surprised to be able to see the Equestrian Center display of fireworks from our own back yard! They were a little better than what my camera could capture, but there they are!




How did you spend your 4th of July?


Monday, July 2, 2012

When Life Seems a Bit Out of Control

Fires have been raging in certain parts of the country and my son's head is pounding from the same summer heat that is causing them. As I attempt to find ways to help, I realize how helpless I am when circumstances become out of my control.

He's doubled over on the couch, crying out that his head hurts. Water seems to make the most sense, so I reach for a cup out of the kitchen cupboard, fill it with cold water, and walk over to my oldest son in hopes it will hydrate him from the scorching heat we had earlier in the day.

He continues to cry holding his forehead, so I quickly retrieve the Children's IB Profren and pour 2 teaspoons of liquid into the cup. He swallows it and I place a cold wash cloth on his forehead.

I observe that this is not a regular headache and I wish desperately I can take his anguish away. I've done everything I can think of and my imagination is tempted to take me to places I fear the most. I tell myself that this is not a brain tumor or cancer because it really was hot outside and he just didn't get enough fluids.

I know that worry is not the solution, that it will add nothing to this circumstance. I know that scripture tells me to be anxious about nothing, but in everything, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, to make my requests known to God. (Phil 4:6)


So I  pray and wait.

Three other children are running circles around us, climbing over chairs and I'm oblivious, as I focus on one; oblivious until I hear the pound of my two-year-old hitting the floor from the back of the leather arm chair next to me. I rush over to her and she can't catch a breath -- and then begins wailing. And from the couch comes an even louder wail.
 
"It's just getting worse," he cries.

And everything can seem to come down on us all at once. What is bad gets worse and not just one catastrophe, but yet another. And this can seem endless.

I sit back down next to him, holding and rocking the littlest chanting, "Sh-sh-sh," close to her ear. The other uninjured two are a bit calmer now. I put one hand back on the washcloth over the boy's forehead and pray quietly again.

And then I pray out loud because it occurs to me that I want him to know that I'm praying for him. I want him to know that he can go to his Heavenly Father for anything.


Quiet prayer can simply look like silent belief and yet, silent belief may really be the product of a lingering doubt. The doubt that this prayer will be answered; doubt that prayer can transform my child's belief like it can change the pattern of our weather or bring restoration to a grieving heart.

And when we really believe in the power of something, is it even possible to be silent about it? 

I finish praying aloud and he immediately calms his cry to a whimper. After about a minute he says that it's not so bad anymore. It just feels like a regular headache now. He tries to get up to eat the graham crackers and milk I had laid out for him at the kitchen bar before he doubled over onto the couch. I tell him to drink some more water and rest for a couple more minutes.

I leave the room for a few minutes to settle the other three into bed and come back to find him fast asleep. I take the wash cloth off of his forehead, wedge my hands under his arms pits and lift him up to carry him to bed. He's almost as long as me, with his head on my shoulder. I set him down in front of his bunk bed and he groggily says that he feels better now. I feel grateful and relieved, as I kiss him goodnight and exit the room.

A couple of minutes later he steps back out and whispers, "Thanks, mom, for helping to cure my headache."

And as I witness everything back to normal again and as we receive word that fires are becoming contained, I realize there are things that we can and should do when life feels out of control, yet sometimes the best we are able to do is to speak up and teach each other to pray.


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