Encourage

This morning was busy... just like every other morning.  

Madeline went to school early for choir and I dropped Gavin off as usual.  Wednesdays are my bible study days so I usually try to have everything together for myself when I drop him off at school.  Gavin gets dropped off at 9 a.m.  and bible study doesn't start  until 10 a.m. so I had an hour to kill.  I seriously debated on coming home and just doing nothing for a while but instead decided to run to JoAnn's Fabric and Crafts to get the rest of the fabric for a project Madeline wants to do. 


I wandered around the store, talking on the phone... remembering how much my dad hates when people try to talk to sales clerks while on their phone.  Dad would not be proud of my behavior at JoAnn's but just like a defiant teenager, I continued on...


Finally, I had everything I needed and made my way to the checkout line.  I had exactly 20 minutes to check out and get to church.  Despite there being two ladies checking people out, it seemed to be taking FOREVER but why would I expect anything different.  That's how it goes.  You're in a hurry... the clerk is NOT!  


While I was impatiently patiently awaiting my turn, out of the corner of my eye I caught a young girl walking my way.  I didn't turn around but I could clearly hear her speaking to the lady waiting behind me, 

"Excuse me, Ma'am.  I am selling bookmarks for 50 cents.  Would you like to buy one?"  

She had such a sweet voice and was so incredibly polite but despite her sweet and respectful nature, the lady did exactly what I would normally do; she told her no.  

At the moment that she said no, I could still see the little girl out of the corner of my eye.  her eyes fell to the floor... her shoulders dropped and she took a step back... defeated.  I remembered feeling that way myself.  I remember trying something and failing.  I remembered reaching out to someone and being rejected. 

I remembered all of those moments in my life that I have physically feel all of my courage pouring out of my body in an instant.  
 

I wish I could say that my instant thought was to reach out but it wasn't.  "She will have to get used to hearing no" is what I thought.  That's what I heard my voice saying.   The truth is my heart is not nearly as big as I wish it were... Nope, not on its own.  It isn't warm and caring... not on its own.  It isn't generous and patient... not on its own.  Yet, in the moment that the cold and uncaring thought was completed in my mind, I heard another voice saying "Check your wallet for 50 cents."  As I was reaching for my purse and digging in my change wallet... that is usually empty because I keep my change in the car for trips through the drive-thru, I prayed "Oh Lord, let there be 50 cents in my purse."  I was filled with sweet anticipation at the thought that I could reach out to this precious defeated discouraged little girl.  Of course, there was 50 cents in my wallet today. 



I turned around, despite the fact that my turn at the register had come.  I walked right past the lady behind me.

"Excuse me, young lady.  Did I hear you say that you are selling bookmarks?"  I asked.


Her eyes lit up and twinkled like stars in the sky.  "Yes, I am!"  she replied in almost disbelief.


"Could you tell me how much they are?" I asked as I bent down and looked into her now happy face. 


"They are 50 cents" she replied with a new confidence.

"Well, I have 50 cents and my daughter was just saying that she needed a bookmark.  Could I buy one of them?"  

As her mother and I checked out on separate registers the young girl told me of her love for books.  She especially loves the Cul-de-Sac Kids series but enjoys about any mystery.  She proudly told me that she's a big book worm and that reading was one of her favorite things to do.  She thanked me more than once.  My new friend is an amazing, smart and beautiful young lady.  I thoroughly enjoyed the short chat we had.  


Tonight I shared this story with Chris and the kids and what this very brief experience taught me.  We are so powerful.  We really are.  We have the power to rip every bit of courage out of someone.  We can cause their eyes to fall to the ground, their shoulders to slump, them to walk backwards and literally retreat and not talk to anyone else....

OR

We can literally place COURAGE inside of them.  

The word encourage means "to put courage inside" of something.  Every single day we all have this amazing power... dare I even call it a superpower!  We can lift up someone's chin, straighten their stance and FILL them WITH courage.  


I'd have missed this whole thing if it hadn't been for the Holy Spirit telling me to check my purse for 50 cents.  That's definitely not what I would normally have done... afterall, I was in a hurry...  I wonder how many opportunities I've missed because I was in a hurry.

So, let us be reminded that we have a superpower but if we don't slow down and take time to really listen to and obey the Spirit, we might totally miss the opportunities to use it!

Therefore encourage one another and build one another up, just as you are doing. 1 Thessalonians 5:11

Pretty

Yesterday morning Gavin was searching for pictures of an Egyptian Plover.  For those of you who are now thinking, "a what?" it is a beautiful little bird that lives in Africa.  It's the sole member of its genus... but now I've digressed back into a science teacher.  Here's a photo of the cute little thing:

Photo from: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Egyptian_Plover

Isn't it so cute!?  Anyway, Gavin was talking all about this little girl who had done her bird research on the Egyptian Plover when I realized... 


He was talking about a GIRL!  


His voice was just a little bit different than usual and he kept saying her name... over.and.over!  That may not sound all to crazy to some but my kids are not that interested in the opposite sex just yet, which suits me just fine!  


Thinking myself sly, I asked "Is she pretty?"  


In perfect Gavin style, his response made me giggle... and think.
  

"Yes, sometimes.  It depends on what she's wearing.  Sometimes she wears glasses and I think she's really pretty when she wears her glasses."



I hid my amusement over how stinkin' cute my kid is with the realization that I need to read a little Proverbs 31 with that boy!  How I wish he'd said she was pretty because she was kind to other students or giving to those in need but... alas, he is seven.  At least he said her glasses made her pretty, right?  


It's moments like these that I realize it's time to focus on a topic with my kids.  What makes someone pretty?  We've talked about what makes someone a good friend but we don't really talk about "pretty."  Yet, I know full well that if I don't help them define what is pretty they'll get the definition somewhere else!  Goodness knows that can be downright ugly!


But what do I consider pretty?  Is it my outward appearance?  Is it who I am on the inside?  Or is it some combination of both?  Here are a few descriptions given in Proverbs 31:

• She is more precious than rubies. Her husband can trust her, and she will greatly enrich his life.  She brings him good, not harm, all the days of her life. (v 10-12)
• She is clothed with strength and dignity, and she laughs without fear of the future.  When she speaks, her words are wise, and she gives instructions with kindness.  She carefully watches everything in her household and suffers nothing from laziness. (v 25-27)
• Charm is deceptive, and beauty does not last; but a woman who fears the Lord will be greatly praised. (v 30)

How do you define pretty?  Honestly, sometimes I get stuck in my physical appearance and think that I have to have everything in place before I leave the house.  Seriously, I love my lipstick and big hair!  Don't even get me started on the "necessity" of heels... but sometimes my hair gets all flat...  What If I had to shave it?  Would I still be pretty?  And my lips... no matter what lipstick I use they pale in comparison to Angelina's.... Am I still pretty?  And as much as I hate to admit it, some days my feet hurt in my heels and I have to wear flats...  Oh the tragedy of it all!


Every single physical thing that we think makes us pretty can be lost but trust, strength, dignity, the ability to laugh, wise words, kindness, good work ethic and a love of the Lord... these will not fade.  


I often talk to Madeline about what makes her pretty, careful to point out all her wonderful traits but I don't talk to Gavin about the topic much.  Clearly, it's something I need to do and something I WILL do!  I also need to model it too.  Do they see these things in my life?  Because what they see in me is even more important than what they hear from me.


How do you teach your children what pretty is?  Do you teach them at all?  Remember, if you don't someone else definitely will!

The "Kiss-Fist Bump"

The worst thing in the whole world has happened...


Seriously, it happened so quickly that I didn't even see it coming.


Gavin will no longer kiss me when I drop him off at school!!!


Now, I realize it could be worse... he still wants me around.  In fact, he even requested that I come up for lunch today... even though that was way more for the Happy Meal he asked me to bring than because he wanted my company, it's still something!  Right?  


As he got out of the car this morning, I received my very first "kiss-fist bump."  He kissed his fist and touched it to mine and said "Now, no one will know that we kissed."  It was sweet and sad at the same time.  I both long for him to grow into a strong independent man and yearn for the days that he would lay upon my chest and sleep.  


It made me think, however, of how we sometimes hide our love for Christ from others.  Have you ever been afraid to pray out loud or even tell someone that you prayed for them?  Maybe you shy away when you see those "Jesus Freaks" talking or the "Bible Thumpers" getting together.  You know they're really nice but you don't want others to see you with them.  What about that time you heard your friends making fun of them and you didn't join in but you didn't defend them either.  


Maybe it's just me that has found myself in those places but as I have grown in my relationship with Christ I have learned that it is not something I am willing to hide anymore.  I will not give God a "kiss-fist bump" hoping that no one will see that I love Him.  I want to be bold and unashamed just as Paul urges us to do in 2 Timothy 1:8-  


"So never be ashamed to tell others about our Lord. And don’t be ashamed of me, either, even though I’m in prison for him. With the strength God gives you, be ready to suffer with me for the sake of the Good News."


Now, I know that Gavin's "kiss-fist bump" is not because he's ashamed of me in the same way that Paul is speaking here.  It's a normal part of a little boy growing up.  Knowing Gavin, it probably won't even last that long... I hope anyway!  Regardless, it's a good reminder to me to not hide my love for my Lord but to be bold... to show my love for Him and His people in every way that I can! 


How are you being bold today or are you still afraid to be open about your faith?  I'm praying that you will look to God for the boldness that only He can give to share the grace that He has given you!




Here are a few nuggets that the Bible gives about boldness:

Ephesians 6:19

"And for me, that utterance may be given unto me, that I may open my mouth boldly, to make known the mystery of the gospel. "

Romans 15:15

"I have written you quite boldly on some points, as if to remind you of them again, because of the grace God gave" 

2 Corinthians 3:12

"Therefore, since we have such a hope, we are very bold."

Dear Papa

Dear Papa,

You've been gone for four weeks.  Some days it seems like it was just yesterday that I could look into your face... Other days it feels like it's been an eternity.  Gavin believes that every bird has been sent to us by you.  He comes running, "Momma LOOK!  I bet Papa sent it!" and I smile great big each time. I do wonder about the beautiful egrets that have camped behind our house for the last month because I've never seen that kind of bird here before.  Either way, it always reminds me of you and makes me smile.

Many years ago you asked my why anyone would want to believe in God.  I know that you wanted me to make sense of all the things that were happening in your life that didn't make sense but I couldn't.  All that I could do was tell you who God was to me, how much you'd love Him and how much He already loved you.  I'm so glad you got to know Him.  I can only imagine the conversations you two are having over the fishing hole about now.  Now, I told you not to get mad if He's catching the bigger fish!

I want you to know that I'm not mad... at you or Him.  I do miss you though.  Some days it hurts so bad that I just don't want to talk to anyone.  I just can't speak or even cry. I AM so grateful that He let us know before your time came so that I could be by your side.  I'm also glad that it didn't take too long because it was killing me to see you hurt.  That last night I prayed for two things:  for Jesus to show you how much He loves you and for Him to come quickly for you.  He did both!  I just wish I could have seen your face when you opened those blue eyes and saw Jesus there!

I don't know how He does it, but I know that you know now... how Jesus is both there with you and here with me.  He is... without a doubt.  Just like I told you so many years ago, you can count on God.  You may not understand everything but He will never leave you and His right hand will hold you.  So, don't worry, He's holding me every single day.  I love you, Papa, forever.

"Where can I go from your Spirit? Where can I flee from your presence?  If I go up to the heavens, you are there; if I make my bed in the depths, you are there.  If I rise on the wings of the dawn, if I settle on the far side of the sea,  even there your hand will guide me, your right hand will hold me fast."  -Psalm 139:7-10

2011 Lessons... Last Installment

Things I learned... #3

You know how you hear about something the very first time and you get all excited? 

You promise yourself that you'll never forget about it...  You'll never go back to the way things were...

and then a few days go by... 
and then a few more days... 
and the next thing you know... 
you've forgotten all about that excitement and that commitment... 

or it is just me that does that?  

I confess that I have ALWAYS had issues with commitment.  From dating to my major(s) in college to my master's degree that doesn't match my bachelor's degree that doesn't match my current career choice... commitment is not easy for me but it is so totally important!  The third and final (I think) thing that I learned in 2011 is that:

"What we are committed to will be what makes us."  

Our pastor, Terry Sanderson, said those words a few weeks ago and I've referred to it several times in the last week.  I'm that nerdy girl that takes notes during the sermon and I'm sooo glad I do because five minutes after I walk out, I can usually only remember bits and pieces of the wisdom that is shared and that little nugget, that I probably wouldn't have remembered if I hadn't written it down, has given me new resolve.  The third thing I learned in 2011 is to be intentional about the kinds of things I want in my life.



I will choose those things to which I commit myself very carefully and I will be fully devoted to them.  



Have you really thought about what you're committed to in life?  I encourage you to think about this.  It's so easy to go with the flow... see what happens... or as one of my beautiful sisters says "fly by the seat of your pants" but even those of us who enjoy being a little less structured need to have some boundaries or we'll find ourselves overcommitted to things that may not add anything to our life or anyone else's life.  For that matter, they might just suck the life right out of us!  We ARE committed to something in life... whether we realize it or not.  

What are you committed to?  Are you a commit-o-phobe like me?  When you think about the person you want to be, what change would you have to commit to making?  

Howell of Fame

Last Wednesday evening I got a call from the kids' school principal.... not exactly what a parent hopes for at any time of the day but it was ESPECIALLY strange because she was calling from her home... hours after school got out.   Now I have worked with Mrs. Cindi Crigler on the weekend backpack program, Bear Necessities but she'd never called me about it... email, yes.  Phone call, NEVER.  

On the phone Cindi had a strange excitement in her voice when she asked that I meet her at school the next morning for a staff meeting AND that I bring my kids and husband along with me.  She promised that the kids weren't in any trouble but that she REALLY needed me there.  I straight up told her  "You're kind of weirding me out a bit Cindi but I'll be there."  

It kind of makes me laugh to think about the first time I went in to the school to talk to her about starting Bear Necessities.  I had never met her before.  I had some SERIOUSLY sweaty pits and the only thing shaking more than my hands was my voice.  I seriously didn't know if I'd even be able to speak. I was so intimidated to go see "the principal" and yet, I have come to know that she is just the kindest and most compassionate of women and count it a privilege to know her.  

Anyway, I got off the phone and told Chris that for some reason that Cindi refused to tell me we all needed to go to the staff meeting in the morning. I knew this would make him late to work and with having missed quite a bit of work lately after the loss of my dad, I told him that if he couldn't make it I was sure it would be okay and couldn't imagine what the deal was anyway.  In usual Chris fashion, he wouldn't miss anything and made arrangements to go in late.  Gotta love my guy!

Once we arrived at the school the staff that we saw in the halls were acting just as curious as Cindi had been the night before.  I was told that I'd be going into the library but I wasn't allowed in the library yet.  The anticipation was killing me but I just couldn't figure out what to expect.  Once we were allowed in the library there was a woman from the Francis Howell School District's central office talking about an award that she was there to give to someone... an award that she had received and held as one of the highest honors.  Apparently, several people are nominated each year by staff and only a very small number of people are then chosen by a committee.  The award is called the Howell of Fame and it's described on the district website as follows:

The Howell of Fame Award recognizes excellence of character, performance and service of those who serve the Francis Howell School District as employees, volunteers and patrons.

Following an explanation of the award, Cindi went on to explain how several members of the staff had written letters on behalf of this year's winner and yes, I began to cry for it was I that had been chosen... first by the John Weldon Staff and then by a district committee to be a Howell of Fame Award  Winner.  

To have these amazing people whom I think so much of take their time to write  recommendations on my behalf for an award that I did not even know existed just straight up humbled me to my core. 

You see, John Weldon Elementary does not have your every day teachers.  They are truly a cut above the rest.  The entire staff is pretty amazing.  They go above and beyond in their time and their efforts.  They see each child as an individual and embrace that individualism in a world that much more appreciates a One-Size-Fits-All philosophy.  My children feel safe and valued by these wonderful people and I am just over the moon that we bought this house... in this neighborhood... in this district and my kids get to go to school there and be educated by these wonderful people!

One seriously crazy thing to me is that I am being awarded for something God totally had to talk me into doing... something I KNEW I wasn't equipped to do... something I pleaded with Him to get someone else to do.  (Ever heard of a guy named Moses?  Yea, like that.)  


Yet..

It has been one of the greatest blessings in my life thus far.  



Each week I have the privilege of seeing God answer prayers in a tangible way. 

Every single time I hear someone rattling the donation box on my front porch I am reminded that God provides.  

Each week I get to talk with at least one volunteer in the community about the goodness of God and how much He loves the kids of our school.   



I already felt blessed just getting to be a part of Bear Necessities... being honored by the staff and the district for doing something that already blesses me in such a tremendous way... well, it's just more than I could have imagined.  


Now I don't want to get all this-is-my-Oscar-speech-and-I'd-like-to-thank-God-and-my-parents-and... but seriously, I cannot claim this on my own.  

Bear Necessities IS NOT me.  

Bear Necessities is God's idea.  Bear Necessities is a community of wonderful people who feel called by God to care for each other, providing for one another's daily necessities.  It's a community of people who believe it's important to teach their children to serve others by actually serving with their children.  I know it sounds all kinds of corney, idealistic and totally like an answer to a Miss America pageant but I honestly believe that raising our children in a community that behaves this way can change the future.  If we, at John Weldon, teach even 100 kids to live a life of service, sacrifice and obedience... and they teach their kids... and they teach their kids... Can you even imagine what the future could hold?   


I had a dream... (yes, I'm getting seriously cheesy now) but my dream was never to win awards.  My dream was simply to teach my own children how to honor God and serve others.  Bear Necessities has given me an opportunity to do that.  It has given me an opportunity to be a light in the world.  It has given this community the opportunity to do the same.  I am so grateful and honored to be called a Howell of Fame winner.  It is not just the icing on the cake but the sprinkles too!

Thank you, John Weldon Staff, for honoring me.  I'm BEYOND grateful! 

Five Minutes

This morning I got a phone call from a friend who was venting about a situation in her life.  Her mom had really hurt her feelings and this was far from the first time.  As an outsider, I agree that her mom was totally wrong and insensitive.... and is quite often.  My dear friend had every right to be mad at her mom.  In fact, she was so frazzled she was ready to sever ties with her mom completely. 


I listened to all the reasons that she did not NEED her mom and how she DESERVED to be treated better... to how infuriating it is to try to please someone who is impossible to please... how frustrating it is to walk on eggshells every time you are around a person... and every thing she said was true.  

If I had to guess, I'd guess that most of us know a person like that.  I know I do... I certainly hope I'm not one of them! 


After a few minutes of sharing, my friend asked what I thought about her severing ties with her mom.  I began by confirming to her that boundaries are good... that she did deserve to be treated better and that what she was experiencing IS frustrating.  Then I reminded her of some things that are happening in her mom's life that are VERY challenging for her mom.  I reminded her of how difficult her mom's entire life had been and that we're not all given the same set of emotional skills.... and then, Finally, I got personal... something I usually try not to do when someone's asked for my advice...  Normally, I TRY to be objective...but I just couldn't today.... I told her that one day... hopefully VERY FAR in the future... when she walks where I have walked this last week... 


                          


                staring into my dad's eyes, trying desperately to memorize every tiny speck...


                                                    watching him sleep and counting his freckles...


                                                                             holding his hand...


                       burying my face in his chest as heaving sobs overcame my body...


               asking him where every scar came from so that I wouldn't forget... 

 
                              hearing him ask my husband to take care of me and knowing it was over...


                   hearing awful things like "everything is in vain" or "Do not resuscitate"...


                                                                                    hearing his voice for the last time telling me he loved me...


               lying in his arms, with a room full of broken and defeated people and... 

                                                                                                 
                                                                                                                           ...hearing his last breath.  



I promised my friend that no matter how much right she has to be mad at her mom and maybe even reasons to establish some healthy boundaries... I promised that when that week comes for her, she would give up ANYTHING... for just five more minutes!

She didn't tell me what she planned to do but she did thank me for a new perspective.  


As we spoke I was reminded of some of Jesus' last words as He hung on the cross, "Father, forgive them, for they do not know what they are doing."  

Jesus knew the cost of being separated from one He loved and He couldn't stand it, so He forgave. 

If we're honest, He's forgiven each of us for things much greater than what it would take for us to cut someone out of our life.


There are so many reasons to forgive... SO MANY REASONS... There are COUNTLESS books on why to forgive, how to forgive, the psychological freedom of forgiveness and while I'm not one to live under the shadow of fear, I'd recommend the simple act of remembering just how short life is... how quickly one can be taken... how GONE they really feel once you can't touch them or hear them.  

Whomever... whatever... live as if it's your last time with that person and forgive them... whether they want it or not... Because you never know which time will actually be the last time.