I lost a dream.

Have you seen it?

It was here 4 years ago.

Maybe it’s under that pile of hurt. Not chosen to write on that blog with all my friends.

Or that one. Not chosen to speak at that conference.

Possibly under that layer of jealousy. She did something I’ve been thinking of for years.

One sure thing.

God doesn’t forget. He gave me the dream of writing.

Not writing a book. Not writing magazine articles.

Just writing on my blog.

He reminded me last week at She Speaks — what my dream was.

I buried it under busyness and code.

Ignoring all of His promptings.

Now I must find it.

And know, just writing on my blog is enough when that’s what He’s called me to do.

Five Minute Friday on Sunday

I have been struggling lately. I’ve been immersed in doing work and not so much worried about dreams or writing. I was recently catching up on some of my friends’ blog posts when I came across a few of them participating in Five Minute Fridays with Lisa-Jo. She gives a writing prompt and you are supposed to just right for 5 minutes. Well, I decided to join in though a few days late.

Check out what others have written and follow Lisa-Jo to see what her next prompt might be.

On Distance

GO

The distance between me and God seems to grow daily. I know He has not moved, but I have. I know what it’s like to have that distance seem much shorter which is frustrating to say the least. The distance between my head and my heart at times seems miles away. Why can’t I do what I know I need to do?

At times the distance between me and my friends-in-a-box seems really short. We chat every day … then every other day. For a few months though the distance has seemed huge. They might as well be on the other side of the world.

Then I think of my friend, Especially Heather. Losing her baby girl, Emma on Friday and distance seems unbearable. I want desperately to be near her … to give her a hug … to pray with her … to *do* something to help. But I know even if distance were not an issue, there’s nothing I can do to help. There is a huge hole in their lives now that only God can fill.

Are my friends-in-a-box really friends? Is it safe to even call them that? At times, yes, I’ve had very close friends who have physically been distant from me. Yet now I feel sort of alone. I don’t have any friends I really connect with. I get caught up in code and work so much so that my dreams even seem distant to the point of non-existance.

STOP

Mission Field

This post has been bouncing around my head for the past few days. It’s a hard post to write. It makes me uncomfortable and I hate to be uncomfortable.

I am a typical, spoiled, selfish American.

Ever since I’ve been saved and heard it preached that we need to go out into the mission field, I’ve said “Lord, just don’t send me to Africa.” You know the attitude. It’s not that Africa is the only place in the world that needs to hear about Jesus, but that’s typically people’s first reactions when you start talking about missions.

There were a few representatives from Compassion International at She Speaks last year. The rumor came to our table that they were looking for some bloggers to go on their next trip (at the time to the Dominican Republic). Robin got a light in her eyes — a passion burning deep inside her. She wanted to go on a trip with Compassion. She got excited and started talking about how awesome and hard it would be to go on a trip like that. I shrunk down in a corner thinking, “God, please don’t send me to another country. I have no desire whatsoever to go.”

Robin applied to go, but wasn’t chosen for the Dominican Republic trip, but she was chosen for the India trip. She’s there right now. Her writing is so awesome I cannot even describe it … my words fail. Her stories along with the others I’ve read are breaking my heart and bringing tears to my eyes.

In all honesty I have a bad view of India. Many friends and a few family members have been laid off from a big company around here that is sending all these jobs over to India. I know it’s not the people there’s fault, but it just makes me mad. I think the company is taking advantage of people over there and they are affecting our comfortable lives over here. Ouch.

From these stories I’ve been reading and pictures I’ve been looking at, it’s surreal. I cannot imagine being there. Being uncomfortable in no-air-conditioning and 110 degree weather.

I talked to a couple of good friends of mine a few years ago about missions. I told them my heart doesn’t hurt for people in other countries and I feel guilty about that. I know in my mind that we have tons more than they would ever have. But I don’t feel a passion … a huge desire to go to another country. My heart hurts for the people I see in this country. The ones who are walking around, dead inside. The ones who have all this *stuff* and still aren’t happy. They don’t know the peace of God.

“You’re just home missions minded,” they told me. The mission field is all around us … the people we see everyday … and even the people we don’t see everyday but talk to on the Internet. I may be selfish wanting to sit in my air-conditioned house and say the Internet is my mission field, but I desire to follow God’s will for my life. My talents and knowledge put me on the Internet … not in an office and not half-way around the world … at least not physically.

So back to my buddy Robin in India. Even though God chose not to send me and to send Robin (a wise decision indeed), there are many things we can do to help others who are passionate about international missions.

  1. The most important thing we can ever do is pray! Pray for the team in India; for their safety and wellbeing; for their minds and hearts to be able to process all they see; for God to give them the words and reliable internet connection to relay to us what they are seeing.
  2. Sponsor a child. I have been struggling with this one for quite awhile. I think we should sponsor a child, but then I get caught up in our “lack of money.” I’m going to talk to Duck about sponsoring a child through Compassion. I need to get Doodle into this too. She truly doesn’t realize how well she has it.

And if you are so inclined, say a quick prayer for me to be less me-minded and more others-minded. Thanks.

Here’s Duck singing a very relevant song … I think the name is “My House is Full” but don’t hold me to it.

Keep track of all that’s going on with the Compassion Bloggers in India this week:

Pray about sponsoring a child today!

What I Learned After She Speaks

I was almost afraid to write about She Speaks. There are so many of you who want to go, I’m afraid next year might be sold out before I can sign up again :) And yes, I do think I want to go again. I’m going to work on growing closer to God, and I know He’ll make it obvious to me whether I should be there or not. (The dates are July 31 – August 2, 2009 in case you want to mark it on your calendar!) If any P31 women are reading this, any chance of allowing more people to come next year? Scary thought — I know :)

I learned a lot after She Speaks ended. The fashion trip with Shari on Monday was amazing. That stuff will come in a separate post — I promise. I have been working on pulling all my old clothes out of the closet, seeing that most of them are not in my style (coloring or style), and packing them up for Good Will.

Duck came to meet me at the conference hotel Sunday afternoon as the conference was ending. We went out to eat lunch and I have to tell you, I missed my man. It was so good just to feel rested in his arms. He already knows I’m spacey sometimes. He already knows my faults, but he loves me anyway. I didn’t have to worry about anything around him. So it was just so good to see him.

In the busyness of life at home, we have a tendency to not talk — well, not talk about dreams, long-term goals, or deeper meaning stuff. Since we were staying the night in Concord in preparation for The Great Shopping Trip, we had the opportunity to soak in a whirlpool tub and talk. I don’t know why a whirlpool tub makes it better. Maybe it’s the bubbles that get us all relaxed and comfortable.

Duck is really a great listener. He listened to me ramble on about the conference, and I began to process much of what I had been through that weekend — and even before that weekend. Doodle had been invited to a birthday party a few weeks before. I went to “check in” on her at Chuck E. Cheese, but really I went to talk to the mom. Amanda is a beautiful, funny, grounded Christian woman. I love talking to her about anything and everything. I wish at times, that we were closer friends but I know that’s going to be difficult now — her kids are all going to a different school than Doodle.

Amanda and I were talking about the problem with parenting today. My standard response is that children need to be beat more (don’t get in an uproar — by beat, I just mean disciplined and yes, spanked). She made the point that we have gotten lazy in our parenting. We tell Jr. to stop doing that or I’m going to get up and come over there — except we never get up. Her points really hit home with me because they described me. I have been lazy with Doodle this past year. I haven’t made her pick up her stuff. I haven’t made her listen to me — or rather I haven’t made her suffer the consequences of not listening to me.

All of these things came out during our deep discussion. I told Duck I have been lazy for too long in not only parenting Doodle, but in my duties of keeping up the house as well. I asked him to forgive me, and although he didn’t think I was being all that lazy, he forgave me.

We talked about speaking in front of people — something that he has no problems doing. He loves to sing and sings well — that’s his talent. We talked about writing and some things he said really surprised me. He loves to read my blog because he gets to see a different side of me — well, not really a different side of me, but he gets to see inside my head more. He gets to see more of me than he normally would during a typical day.

One thing he said really hit home. I’ve been trying too hard to write for other people. He said when I write for myself, and don’t worry what others will think, I write a lot better. I have been worried too much about other people — what you want to read as opposed to what I want to tell you.

I took that to heart. This past week, all these updates on She Speaks have been totally for me. I want to remember. I’ve written what I wanted to write — what I’ve felt is the truth. I seriously had a battle going on as to whether or not I want to say that She Speaks wasn’t “all that and a bag of chips” for me. I mean, Lysa herself might read it! But it was the truth and not at all because of anything the P31 ladies did — it’s because I wasn’t prepared. I didn’t have my quiet time like I know I should. It’s not a bad reflection on them. It’s a bad reflection on me.

So when you are writing on your blog, or maybe you’re just writing your story, remember to write for you and God. Don’t try to sound like BooMama, BigMama or even Lysa. Because you are unique, special, hand-picked by God to be you. No one else can write like you, think like you or be you. Here’s to being me {raising Coke can high in the air for a toast} and you being you!

What I Learned From The Sessions At She Speaks

As I’ve had more time this week to process things, I realized I learned quite a bit over the weekend at She Speaks. I hope you are not getting tired of hearing about it — and don’t get jealous because you weren’t there (I’ve done that for many years), but start praying now about whether God would have you be there next year (July 31 – Aug 2, 2009).

In my first post this week, I shared what I got out of the Bloggers’ Reception. The first general session Friday night was Lysa’s “Developing the Character to Match Calling.” This is when I learned Lysa was in my head. Actually, I learned that everyone, even Lysa, feels the same at some time or another — afraid of putting your writing (or speaking) out there, afraid of rejection, doubting the call. I knew that the ladies this weekend would be sharing their personal stories, but I didn’t realize they would be giving such sound Biblical teaching. There was definitely no fluff at this conference — all God. Lysa taught on Samuel going to Jesse’s house to annoint the next king of Israel. The best quote — “David was overlooked by everyone else but handpicked by God.” Overlooked is really how I felt all weekend, but I realize now it doesn’t matter. I was handpicked by God to be me. Another great lesson from this session? That after David was annointed king, he didn’t suddenly move to the palace. He went back to the fields to tend sheep.

The next session I attended was “Blogging: What Works and What Doesn’t.” For information on each of their parts of this session, you can visit Shannon, Sophie and Melanie. To tell you the truth, I didn’t learn much I didn’t already know about blogging. That wasn’t why I went (I think). I went to check these ladies out to see how they are in person vs just reading their blogs. I learned they are real people — the same as on their blogs.

Saturday morning, bright and early, brought along the next general session — Karen Ehman’s “Embracing Your Little and Your Lot.” I loved it when she said “comparisons stink.” Because they do. I had gotten caught up in looking at other women at this conference and seeing how put together they are and feeling rather raggedy myself (thanks to Shari who fixed that Monday though!). She made some great points that all helped me realize I had lost my focus on God. I need to be looking up instead of around.

  • The difference is Christ in me … not me in a different set of circumstances.
  • Satan’s MO (mode of operation) is to convince me the one thing I don’t have is the one thing I need.
  • Start speaking kindly to your family.

That last one caught me off-guard, but it’s so true. She basically said how can you get up in front of people and speak God’s Word if you aren’t speaking very kindly to the people you live with and love.

“The Pathway to Publication” by Susanne Scheppmann was good. This reinforced in me that I not only need to be writing, but I should be submitting too. I’ll never be published if I don’t submit anything. I’m not looking to publish any books — at least not yet, but if I can write some magazine articles that help others, that would be totally awesome.

“Magazine Writing 101: Honing Your Writing Skills” by Glynnis Whitwer was probably one of the most informative of the sessions. Everyone else gave maybe 2 pages of notes — Glynnis gave us 7 pages! After the last session when I was thinking writing articles wouldn’t be so bad, Glynnis gave me the great information to help me begin those articles. Glynnis or Lysa if y’all are reading this, it would be absolutely awesome to have something similar to this session for Blog Writing next year. Of course I’m being full of myself thinking y’all are reading this, but ya never know until you throw it out there! This session has already changed the way I think about writing here, and I hope it’s made my writing here more enjoyable. I know I still deseperately need help on punctuation and stuff like that, but I’m trying not to be too hard on my blog writing skills.

“How to Write a Book” by Lysa TerKeurst gave some great information in pineapple bite-sized pieces :) She kind of lost me at the part where she was talking about partnerships. She said to get your friends and family on board from the start and that literally threw me for a loop. I’m not sure I’d want to tell anyone that I was trying to write a book (if I was, which I’m not, at least not yet). So there! But Lysa gave awesome information on how to break it down and set small goals for yourself. Thinking about writing a whole, big book can be quite overwhelming. She made the process seem more doable to me.

“Bringing Passion to Your Platform” by Marybeth Whalen — Marybeth, I think, was a little nervous presenting this information to a little bit of everybody. She had writers, speakers, bloggers, teens, mothers, grandmothers, and women’s ministry leaders. I’m sure I missed a group, but we were all there. She did a wonderful job fighting off the coughing attack from satan. I realized through this session, my passion is for women just like the ones who attended this conference. My knowledge is in blogging and other internet related technologies and I want to help women like that learn to use the internet for Jesus.

Coming out of the “How to Write a Book” session, I got to meet Shari. She asked if we (Jo-Lynne, Valerie and I) were coming to her session “What Not to Wear” and we told her we didn’t have tickets to that one. We were going to the Blogging Q&A held at the same time. Both sessions were packed beyond capacity and we all had tickets to the Blogging session. Shari shared with us that she had some brave ladies who were going to dress up and demonstrate what not to wear. The more I thought about it and the more we talked, I realized that Shari’s session is something you had to be there to see. I had planned on getting the recording later (audio only — no video), and realized that just wasn’t going to do. Shari ran into Valerie a little later and had given her 3 tickets to her session so we then had a choice to make.

Jo-Lynne was really torn — me, not so much. I know nothing about fashion and even though I was going to be getting my own personal time with Shari on Monday, I thought I’d still learn some things in her session. I had convinced Jo-Lynne to go (or so I thought). On her way to tell me she’d decided to go to the Blogging session, she threw up a prayer. Right at that moment, Shari walked out of a room into Jo-Lynne and asked her if she got her ticket. So I think we’ve both ordered the audio from the Blogging session :) LeAnn or Lysa (again, just throwing this out there into internet lands) please don’t schedule sessions like this at the same time next year :D Bloggers need to know how to dress too!

“What Not to Wear” by Shari Braendel — This session was a hoot and I’m so glad I didn’t miss it! Shari has an amazing personality. She loves to get the audience involved and there were a lot of good sports as she pulled them up and told them why they were a “not” and how they could easily be a “do.” If I had seriously known in time that I was going to be in this session, I so totally would’ve been decked out in my Harley gear. She actually pulled me up in front with another “Clear” (she doesn’t do coloring like winter, summer, etc.). I was a little embarassed because I was pretty sure I was the “not” but all was well. I had to laugh when she told the whole room that I was her “Harley girl” — the whole room started to cheer. The other lady had on a bright blue shirt that was more appropriate for our coloring than the brown dress I had on. Shari just said she’d fix me Monday and sent me back to my seat. Yes, she fixed me and yes, I’ll post pictures — but it’s probably going to be next week :)

After Shari’s session ended, we sprinted around the corner to the Blogging Q&A hoping to catch the last bit of it, but we were really right at the end. We did, however, get to hang out in the lobby with Shannon, Melanie, Sophie and a few other bloggers. It was nice and relaxing to sit there — especially after the shop opened back up and I could get a Coke :D and chocolate! Instead of staying to eat fish (I think that’s what they said we were having), we decided to load up the cars and go to the mall which was less than a mile from the hotel. There were 13 of us sitting in the food court, but I was really spacing out. It was so loud and so busy — and I had heard so much information that day, my brain was fried.

One of the sessions I had been looking forward to going before I signed up was Renee‘s “Beyond a Shadow of a Doubt” — the general session for Saturday night. After we ate though, shoes were calling to the majority of our group and no one seemed to want to get back. I was ok with it at the time, but I think hearing all the wonderful stories from that session, well, I regret not going back for it. No one’s fault but my own for sure. I did order the recording of it, but it’ll be 4-6 weeks before they are ready.

The final general session Sunday morning was “What Have They Got That I Haven’t Got?” by Micca Campbell. I absolutely loved this session too. She shared some great, real life stories that helped me totally relate to her. Did you know we all probably feel like we are the worst mothers in the world at one time or another? She let us know that no one else has got anything that we haven’t got. Because if we all have Jesus, then we can do anything through His power. All of the ladies, all weekend, were like that — it’s not me, it’s Jesus in me. It was really inspiring!

Believe it or not, this is not the end of what I learned at She Speaks. There’s more to come. I sincerely hope you are not tired of reading it yet — and if you are, that’s ok. Just check back next week and I might be finished talking about it all by then :)

What I Learned About Me At She Speaks

This is a hard post for me to write. People keep asking me about She Speaks and how wonderful it was, and the truth is — it was good, but not as great as I expected it to be. But here’s why — I am not as close to God as I should be. I prayed off and on before this conference, about this conference, and for the team of people. I did not pray consistently and I didn’t have my quiet time.

When I have my quiet time every morning, I am in tune with God. I pick up things from my day that God wants me to realize. Don’t get me wrong. The conference was great — great speakers, great teachers, and tons of information flowing. But I can’t help but feel that I missed out on insights because I was not properly prepared or spiritually in the right place to receive them. That is a hard pill to swallow.

I usually pray and ask God to make things very obviously from Him. I did feel His presence this weekend — especially during Lysa’s general session Friday night (I had been experiencing the exact same things she talked about), but I didn’t have one big ah-ha! moment. After taking some time to process the weekend, here are the main takeaways for me.

  • Quiet time is vital: I haven’t been having mine, and I can tell. My focus has not been on God and what God wants me to be doing. I need to pray and study His Word before I catch up on all the blog reading or even sitting down to write.
  • I’m more introverted than I thought: This weekend I realized I really am introverted. After being at the conference for a few hours Friday, I was totally drained and needed quiet time at the hotel. We won’t talk about how many flips my stomach did at the mall Saturday night eating with fellow bloggers. There were so many people in the mall and so much noise.
  • I desperately need to find stronger deodorant. I know you were not expecting that one! On Friday, they had a special bloggers’ reception. Great idea in theory. Get all the bloggers into a small, hot room and let them mingle. Maybe the room wasn’t that hot — and I was just that nervous. Some are huggy bloggers and some are not. Then there’s always the fact that you may read them and feel like you know them well, but they don’t know you? Or if they know you, maybe they don’t like you? And there I stand, the wallflower, praying that no one smells me because my deodorant has failed.

I am very content being a behind the scenes person. While I may dream of one day standing in front of a crowd delivering a message like Lysa, it’s not going to happen any time soon — and it will totally be of God. I noticed Holly, Lysa’s personal assistant. She was absolutely great about pulling Lysa from stalkers talking and getting her where she needed to be. Holly was so humble especially as I tried to convince her she needs a blog (and Holly if you read this, I’ll set you up with one anytime you’re ready!). Lysa is an absolute sweetheart and while I can relate to Lysa and Holly, I have a feeling my introvertness leads me to be behind the scenes like Holly.

The biggest confirmation I got all weekend was in MaryBeth‘s Bringing Passion to Your Platform. Blogging is my passion. Teaching others how to use blogging to communicate within their ministries, that’s where my heart is. The absolute hardest thing for me all weekend was to sit in the blogging sessions and biting my tongue. Don’t get me wrong. The ladies who were leading these sessions did a wonderful job. I just wanted to share so much with these ladies — even more than I’m sure we had time for. So while I may be introverted, if someone got me talking about blogging, I could talk for hours.

There were so many there who don’t know how to blog. I hope that Proverbs 31 learns from this. I hope that they add more blogging sessions next year, and if it be God’s will, maybe I can even go and teach some of those sessions. Because while speaking in front of 550 women makes my stomach flop, I know I could stand in front of a classroom and teach women about blogging. And even if it’s not God’s will for me to do this at She Speaks next year? You better believe I’m going to be teaching you through simply His blogger.

My buddy Robin @ Pensieve put up a Mr. Linky for attendees and presenters to share their She Speaks posts. Hop over there to read more amazing stories from those who were more in tune with God before they went.

She Speaks is here!

I’m not exactly live blogging :) but I’m here in Concord. I had a wonderful lunch with Robin @ Pensieve, Dawn @ My Home Sweet Home (and Barefoot Blog Designs), and Valerie @ Home. Dawn got some pictures with her cool camera, so I’ll link to them or post them when I can.

We went to the Bloggers’ Reception and the room was packed. I got to meet Lysa and have my picture made with her :) If I hadn’t forgotten the cable to connect the camera, you’d have it here. I knew I was going to forget something! Holly, Lysa’s assistant is also very sweet — and yes, we need to get her blogging :) I was star struck by meeting Shannon and Melanie. I saw Sophie from across the room, but didn’t get to meet her yet. Jo-Lynne and Sarah are great too — they are letting Robin room with them :)

I just checked into my hotel room and need to head back for the sessions. I’ll update more later tonight, but I’m not taking my laptop with me. I know I’ll go into withdrawals!

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