Deeply Well

Something he can do!

My youngest son, Zachary, is nearly 3.  He is in a- "I can't do it"-stage.  These are things that he is perfectly capable of like picking up toys, walking from the car to store, going and getting his Pup-pup for bedtime.  I don't give in to him because I know he is capable.  I make him do these things and usually require him to repeat after me- "I can do it!".  He isn't a fan of my self-improvement ways, but I have little compassion for him when he refuses to do something that I know he can.


Quite honestly, I see myself in him.  Not something I'm proud to admit.  I like to think I've matured enough that I have figured out how to pick up and move on.  But I still enjoy my moments of wallowing, however brief or long they may be, where I get an opportunity to cry and express my disgust with the situation. I've actually come to believe there is nothing wrong with these moments.  What matters is what happens next.

I'm married to a man who doesn't let me wallow long.  I haven't always appreciated him for this. He's a great communicator and will hear me out on how I feel about things.  But because he lives his life at such a standard of "no excuses", he, quicker than I prefer most times, eventually ends these types of conversations with some gentle way of telling me to "suck it up".  I typically walk away a little bruised and left to think.

We spent nearly 5 years building a business together and these years were such a thrill.  Through arguing and debating in the first year, we found our groove.  We figured out who should be doing what, how the other one operated, and felt released to trust each other to do what we said we would.  We worked grueling hours, had high expectations of ourselves and we loved every minute of it!  Once we hit our stride, the business grew through all these years and we were so fulfilled not only by our success but by our relationship.

When our first son was born, I decided to stay home and I found myself really struggling.  Oh goodness, I was so tired, never thought being that tired was possible.  I had handed over every personal whim to the needs of this child.  I had to abandon myself to be his mother.  But at the same time, I was mourning the loss of productivity at work, I was feeling lonely in my relationship with Alex now that we didn't have the same schedule, and I was resenting him for still working his relentless schedule when I needed him more than ever.  This was one of those times that I discussed earlier where he would hear me out, but ultimately not agree that I couldn't go on.  He wasn't insensitive to me.  He just needed me to stop saying, "I can't", and start saying, "I can".

Now that I'm a stay at home mother of two (soon-to-be three), business partner to my husband (which involves my daily emotional accessibility, regular traveling, speaking, mentoring and much more) and recently an Elder at Covenant Church, the thought of only having a newborn sounds like a vacation.  I look back at that season when I always felt like he didn't understand, a little bruised that he wasn't more sensitive, and I realize that I was growing a deep well so that I could become deeply well.

Sometimes the words, "I can't" just come out as a natural reaction to life feeling hard.  As I more closely examine my heart, I normally find there is something else in there for me to give.  It might require me to dig a little deeper than I thought possible but by reaching deeper to give out for my kids, my husband, and others I can help, I find that in fact I run much deeper than I think.  And truly I become stronger, capable of handling more, as I choose to expand my capacity.

This life tool is try saying "I can!" more often even when you don't feel like it.  We are capable of so much more than we realize.  I give you permission to take your moment, have your meltdown, feel your feelings.  It is all real.  But at some point you've got to get up square your shoulders and decide there is something more inside of you that you can give. Mad love to those of you who have been forced to dig deeper through major life traumas and come out changed and stronger on the other side.  We've all gone through things that we didn't want to go through and we can relate to being grateful for them.  Yet victory can also be won when we aren't forced, we just choose to give at that deeper level.  What we find there might just change us for the better.

"Only people who find the deeper well can become deeply well, and only such people can be an enriching force in creating a well culture." -Dick Staub

The Moment that Matters Most

It's hard to be a mom.  Perhaps the hardest thing of all is the realization that after being given this precious, most amazing being, you can lose it.  Everything is temporal in this life whether it gets consumed, deteriorates, or dies.  There isn't anything that I can think of that lasts except our actions that sow forward into our future and the future of others.  It's the only thing that can have lasting impact.  History tells us this is true, but it also records all other temporal things in an attempt to cling to those things which aren't intended to last forever.  It's good to remember.  I'm not dissing history. It's just the hardest thing for us to accept that which we love won't always be here and it haunts us as mothers.

I remember when I gave birth to my first son I thought it was the most awe-inspiring experience I had ever had.  I wasn't moved to tears because I was so stunned and excited.  In fact, I didn't cry at all until they wheeled me out of the hospital to my car with this little, most unexpected creature in my lap.  I realized that now I was responsible for not breaking him and consequently my now very fragile heart.  About 6 months later, after so many anxiety ridden days of checking to be sure he was still breathing, eating just right, never exposed to germs and probably calling the pediatrician too many times,  I was driving in the car wrestling with God saying I can't trust you with him until I heard Him say so clear, "What other choice do you have?"  So simple, but so profound.  While he was still breathing and doing just fine, I had become more aware than ever in the last 6 months that doing everything I could, would never be enough to ensure nothing would happen to him. And yet again, God wins :).

Through this struggle, I have come to believe that there is a moment in a child's life that is the most important of all.   Since everything in life is temporal, and boy, some days that is a real blessing.  It doesn't feel like a blessing when it comes to the people we love.  But here is where it gets a little sticky because I definitely do not want to push my belief system upon you.  It does seem like most people, in their attempt to understand this life is not permanent, believe in something after life, and even believe in some ultimate Being.  If this is your core understanding, then you can hang with me.  I believe there is life after death and while I'm not real sure of what we will look like, I believe we will know one another.  This means that when life seems over, it actually just began in another realm.  That realm isn't temporal but is permanent. Meaning there, in that place, my precious, unexpected beings, that ravished my heart, will last forever.  With this understanding, it becomes obvious that the moment of conception is the most significant because it just created another eternal being that will last forever.

I have 4 moments of conception and no matter what happens from this day forward I have 4 beings in eternity.  On Sept 15, 2005, I miscarried a baby girl.  Her name is Lucy, which means light, if any of you beat me there.  She will have a special glow when you meet her.  My two beloved sons, Joseph and Zachary, who are still here on Earth.  Lord willing, I will beat them there, but at least I have the comfort of knowing that we have a designated meeting place should we get separated. And, yes, that leaves one more.  You all are good at math, I can tell.

With that lengthy, but fitting intro, we did find out on July 19th that we are expecting again.  Baby Fitz #3 will be joining us around April 1st, and no, this is no April Fool's joke.  Here's the proof in the picture.  Just what you wanted to see, I know.



I know this blog challenges the whole issue of abortion and I'm not trying to be controversial.  It's just the only way I can rationalize the fear of losing a child, and maybe it could heal the heart of someone who might be broken by the decision of abortion to know that even that decision wasn't as permanent as it felt since the most significant moment happened at conception.  I do most definitely believe in the purpose of our days, but this brings peace, in my rationale, to some haunting realities of life.

This life tool is to remember that some moments that might go unnoticed are actually the most significant moments of life.  Don't fret, I adore my husband as well and believe when we married, I was bound with him for eternity as well.  There is just something about the love combined with the responsibility that we feel for our children that makes our ability to think rationally about them so much more challenging.  (Ok, its just as hard to think rationally about our husbands too but that's for other blogs :)).  Sometimes, a little shift in our perspective can bring a sense of peace that we didn't think was possible.

Add'l Note: I apologize for not blogging for the last 2 weeks.  I have been very sick from this pregnancy making it difficult for my brain to write.  So, I don't make a lot of promises for the near future, but I will be back in full force shortly.

Less Than

"Pretty, pretty please. Don't you ever, ever feel. Like you're less than.  Less than perfect.  Pretty, pretty please.  If you ever, ever feel.  Like you're nothing.  You are perfect to me."  Thanks to Pink, you might be singing along (hopefully, leaving out the curse words that are in the original version of this song :).  Feeling "less than" is a common feeling to all.  We like to be around people who don't make us feel like less than.  It's one thing to be around people we want to learn from, but quite another to be around others who intend to highlight the things we cannot change about ourselves in order to make us feel inferior.  As if things we cannot change about ourselves could ever rank us.

Being German I'm very light skinned with light brown hair, but was raised at a time when tan and blonde were the "in" thing (I suppose it still is).  As a pre-teen and teenager, I preferred winter when I was a little less aware of how I could never be as cool as the most popular girl in school with the perfect tan.  I never felt beautiful or accepted. I didn't understand that feelings of intimidation were a choice that I had graciously accepted. Thankfully, this is not something that can cause me to feel inferior anymore, but there are still other things that I can allow to cause feelings of intimidation.

One of the ways is simply by being a married woman who desires and thrives on meeting the needs of her husband and family.  There are plenty of women, whether they work outside the home or not, that feel this way. Somehow, thanks to the feminist and "submission" movements, its easy to feel less than because I chose this role.  I believe wholeheartedly in the power of authority and, for that reason, in submission.  But the definition of submission has become quite subjective over the years.  It feels like assumptions are being made about me being weak or mousy because of the perceptions of our culture today, and I find myself feeling intimated by those who make other choices in life.  Simply by being a woman, which I had no choice in, I can feel less than a man.

Chris Gardner and Us

This past weekend I attended a conference for National Agents Alliance (the greatest place on Earth to find a vehicle to make something out of nothing, in my humble opinion).  Chris Gardner was the keynote speaker.  He is the central figure that the movie "The Pursuit of Happyness" was based on.  Such an inspiration of how coming from nothing will create the drive and focus to do whatever necessary to achieve your dreams.  The gratitude built in that process gives a keen perception of what is truly important in life, giving you the ability to accumulate a lot without losing that which is most valuable.  He tells the story of how while working at Bear Sterns, he had a particularly interesting relationship with this millionaire from Midland, TX.  His name is J.R. (at least in the book).  Chris was in San Francisco and within the first few interactions on the phone, he became comfortable enough with Chris to let his true colors show.  J.R. loved inappropriate language and particularly racist jokes.  Chris said he was especially fond of the "N" word.  Chris chose in that moment to keep his eyes on what was important.  This guy's racist views and language was not one of them.  Chris had no choice about the color of his skin, and he wasn't going to allow this man's bigotry to keep him from providing for his son and benefiting his career.

J.R. had a large amount of money with Chris and his firm and he decides one day that he needed to meet Chris, who had done so well for him.  Chris had a knot in his stomach as J.R. told him of his plans, but agreed to meet him anyhow.  He prepared himself to be sure he could prove the success of the account.  As J.R. entered the room, Chris stuck his hand out and as J.R. shook his hand, the man's face went pale.  No mention was made until the end of the meeting when Chris said to the man, "This isn't a black or white thing. This is a green thing."  So impressed with Chris, J.R. never again told him a racist joke.  And it is my assumption that he never again told a racist joke to anyone.  J.R. also moved all of the rest of his accounts over to Chris making it the largest account in the history of the company.

Chris, knowing he was not less than J.R., made the choice to know what it would take to get what he was after.  In fact, Chris proved that he was much "greater than" in character.  In this same way, I know that as a woman I am not less than a man.  However, I understand what I have to do to get the things I want.  I know that I have to follow someone (everyone has to follow someone in order to get the best out of life).  And if I'm going to follow someone it might as well be the man I love the most in this world.  It's a choice to follow someone and not an easy one at that.  Chris's choice was not easy but I don't see anywhere in his story where he is mousy, weak or less than.  So, like Chris, I choose to remain focused on what is most important in life.  I let Alex do some things that I think I can do better or change my schedule when events become necessary or figure out how to hold my tongue in the toughest of scenarios. The ability to be pliable enough to follow a leader, willing enough to let go of that which is not important, and stable enough to hold things together when everything else is falling apart makes me "greater than" in the things I can control like character, integrity and strength of heart.  Don't tell me I'm less than, cause I ain't listening!  All I can hear is the sound of that which I am after marching forward to intersect with the path of my future.

This life tool is to be proud to be a life wife.  It is the short-cut to life's best.  I don't care whether you consider yourself an A, B, C or Z personality type.  Don't change who you are, just figure out how to follow someone and not get distracted on the little stuff.  Change that which you can and don't worry about the rest.  You are perfect to me to become who you want to be.

Raleigh News&Observer Article about Chris Gardner and NAA

Are You Breeding?

I've always used this belief - "familiarity breeds contempt"- to keep certain people at arms length.  I didn't want them to know my human tendencies- how I'm not really a night or a morning person, because I just like to sleep, or how when I get really passionate about a topic I become annoyingly difficult to hush, or how I simply fail, over and over again, to keep my husband's underwear drawer full.  You know, these "imperfections" we all confess to have, but if we don't show them then maybe we can keep the impression that they aren't really that bad, in comparison.

How I could see him.

I'm also very aware of how familiarity with my husband has caused me to see him a little differently too.  There were so many times in the early years of developing our business that he didn't produce results and I convinced myself that he was inefficient or unproductive.  (Yes, Baby, I was wrong. Music to your ears :)  At times I also struggled to buy into his unwavering loyalty to a vision.  It became easy for me to feel contempt for him.  Of course, I've never been a huge fan of his snoring or tendency to fall asleep anytime he sits still for more than 2 minutes.  So, I'm aware of how familiarity can lead to contempt.

What confuses me is that I don't believe familiarity is a bad thing.  We were created to be familiar with one another. Two are better than one. It's definitely the best design out there to have a life witness.  Procreation pretty much demands it.  (Don't over-think that one.)  So, if familiarity is not a bad thing, then why does it breed contempt?  Maybe the problem in this equation isn't the familiarity, but the contempt itself.  Perhaps the message here is to avoid the pitfall of contempt while entering into familiarity with another human.  This puts the onus on the one entering the familiarity.  In other words, it puts the responsibility back on me to avoid contempt in all my relationships.

How I choose to see him.

There is a way to protect yourself against contempt but it probably isn't the answer you are hoping for.  It's simple -- but not easy.  And while it may not feel like it, it is under your control.  It's a choice to see it differently -- to look at the things that could potentially annoy you and choose to find them endearing.  To find them different than you, but essential for you.  Why not just assume that this person is doing the best they can with what they’ve got.  There is great power in assuming the best about people.  Don't wait on a wake-up call like serious illness or separation to change your mind.

Yes, this definitely applies with my husband who takes such abuse by being the subject of my blogging.  Thank the Lord that he isn't afraid of being known and making himself familiar.  He's just smart enough to know that if one person has contempt for him, he can find someone else who doesn’t.  But this goes far beyond him, to people that I work for, people I work with, and people with whom I share my heart and life.  Trust me, they’ve got the goods on me.  Now, I've got to make good by guarding my heart against contempt.

This life tool is to not allow your thoughts to create a breeding ground for contempt towards others, especially those whom you intend to keep around for life.  It will protect you from missing out on what is designed to be your best.  Getting what you need from the most pivotal people in your life requires a little familiarity. So, they aren't perfect.  So what?!?

Who's the Cake's Boss?

I really like cake.  All kinds of cake- coffee cake, pound cake, bundt cake, upside down cake, cup cakes- you get my point.   I probably like cake a little too much and the scale attested to this a few weeks ago.  So, I decided if it had gone up, that it must come down.  I joined Weight Watchers and began to count my points, watching what I ate very carefully. If someone put cake in front of me right now, I would really have to think about not eating that cake.  I could rationalize it.  Since I get a budgeted amount of points per day, I could use them now and just not eat later.  Or I could go to the gym and earn the necessary points.  I would seriously think hard and maybe even be a little perturbed at the person who put the cake in front of me.  Despite my deep longing to just sample the cake, I might find the strength to walk away.  Inevitably, the next day, I would reflect on my good decision and tell myself that was really no big deal to not eat cake.  I should not eat cake more often!  But somehow, the longing is just as strong the next time we meet.

This type of longing or craving is very indicative of the nature of pain caused by discomfort.   The intensity of pain in a moment sways us towards the decision that will relieve the pain.  Usually, these decisions are destructive in nature to what we were working so hard to build in our life and relationships. But after the moment has passed, we barely remember the pain, yet we are still living out the consequences of our decision made in the pain.  In the years of struggling to get out of debt, build a business, fight for my marriage, bring children into this world, I have cried so many tears.  But quite honestly I do not remember what I was crying about, not specifically.  I remember trials that we had to work through, but I can't remember exact dates and details of tearful nights.  I know through those years I picked up some bad habits that I had to battle my way out of-- my addiction to TV, junk food joys, shutting down emotionally towards my husband.   I also have done some things right because we did get out of debt, build a business, strengthen our marriage and somehow manage to start the process of our two "off-shoots".

Some of you are desperately fighting for things to change in your own life.  You're tired of the heavy weight of debt, unsettling anxiety or dissatisfaction in your relationships; and if I can encourage you at all, it is to remind you that you will most likely not remember the tears you are crying today.  But you will remember clearly and vividly the day you overcome.  The day you pay off the last credit card.  The day you enter a room of strangers with less anxiety.  The day you reach your weight goal.  These victories are vivid and worth building monuments to revisit over and over again.  Don't let pain lie to you in the moment (like me rationalizing eating cake) and rob you of these life changing events.

Not pretty...eating cake rarely is!

This life tool is not don't eat cake :)!  I put a picture here to go ahead and stop the paparazzi when you see me eating cake.  My affection for cake doesn't nullify the point.  But I do need to remain the cake's "boss" to keep its effect on my scale to a minimum.



This life tool is to not allow pain to keep you from making the right decisions.  The pain will move on.  It's one of life's greatest graces.

Check out this link for a little something extra.  Trust me, its worth a couple minutes!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6SLJ5X5hsHs&feature=related

How Come the Outcome

Just when you think you've got it figured out...

Never fear, friends, the competitive spirit is alive and well in our household.  In a society that has become afraid of crowning winners for fear of wounding self esteem, we have daily rivalries over everything from who got dressed first to who is sitting closest to mommy at breakfast.  Truly, I sometimes find myself moving just to be able to eat in peace.  The most popular competition is who can get their seat belt on the fastest.  Funny enough, my younger son cannot even buckle himself in yet.  While I'm buckling him in, my older son is working quick to be first.  All the while, they are smack talking to each other about who is going to win.  "I'm almost there.  You're going to lose. I'm going to be first." As the tension rises, so does the screaming and loss of control of emotion, which usually brings about the inability to maneuver hands and effectively buckle.  Then, whoever finally can open their eyes long enough to realize they lost or won, will cry all the more if the outcome did not go their way.  I'm not exaggerating.  It all culminates with me saying, "That's enough. Quiet!"

Competition is stronger in some as an innate compulsion to win.  It's an awesome self-motivating spirit of someone who is willing to make self sacrifices in order to reach a desired outcome.  It also comes with a strong desire for constant self improvement. I know this because the man I'm married to possesses this admirable quality and it shows.  I get to witness it.  I have grown to not only understand it but love it about him.  A great competitor understands that you win by excelling in the process not by willing the outcome.  Right now, my children do not understand this.  They're kids, but as they grow to be excellent men, they will be able to comprehend the power of the process.

I relate sometimes to their thinking, as children, when I desire a certain outcome in life.   I don't want to make the right choices, get control of my emotions, or have to bear the burden one moment longer but I cry when the outcome doesn't go my way.  These are the moments that I have to make the painful choice to look in the mirror and make necessary adjustments.

...everything changes.

But what about when the outcome requires more than my daily disciplines?  What about when it requires me to believe the best even when I don't feel like it?  These outcomes involve things I cannot control. Suppose you gave your best and believed with all your heart, but it doesn't go your way.  These moments of disappointing outcomes can be the hardest to overcome.  It's easier when we can identify something within our daily routine or behavior that could have altered the result.  But when it just isn't clear, we begin to doubt what we thought was true.  How does this not affect what we will believe the next time?  We've all been there before unsure why it didn't go our way, why our prayers weren't answered.  We feel forever changed unable to believe with our whole heart again.  It just leaves us questioning everything.

Maybe the answers to the questions are far more simple than we realize.  The answer could be as close as an Alan Jackson song, "Faith, hope, and love are some good things He gave us."  To correctly quote the source of these words, it says "Faith, hope and love will remain."  When all outcomes pass on, the money earned, the degrees accredited, the business built, even the days we live, the unmeasurable substances-faith, hope and love- will prove to still be there. Sounds a bit unfathomable but if this is true, that these thought processes to apply faith, hope and love in all things actually continue to live on, then they live on in other peoples' hearts who were encouraged by you to believe this way.  Then they pass it on to someone else.  You know, it only takes a spark to get a fire going.  (I'm sorry, y'all, for the cheese but it just applied here).  And if you believe in Heaven, these substances live on when the new heaven and the new earth come.  Every outcome that we are fighting for will be gone, but faith, hope and love are the only currency that actually has a measurable attribute in Heaven.  This belief doesn't change the will to win but it frees you to compete all the more when you're not afraid to lose.

This life tool is to never stop believing for the best outcome possible.  To apply faith, hope, and love in the process, when it's all said and done, might just be the most rewardable (yes, i made that word up) outcome of all.   If society could understand this, that self worth is built in the process, not destroyed by the outcome, then maybe we could raise a generation of children not afraid of losing but afraid of not trying.  There is far more to be lost by not trying than by not winning.

What's up with you?
Where have you given up that you need to re-energize your belief in the best outcome possible?

The Desire to Help

I have a gift for being wise.  One definition of wisdom is: a skillful art in war -- or, simply put, knowing how to do the right thing at the right time. This may sound arrogant to you at first, but by the time you've finished this I'm hoping you won't feel that way.

I was often told as a teenager that I was "mature for my age".   It is probably the most-given compliment I have received from others.  Even my closest friends and husband, when asked to say something nice, will include the word "wise" somewhere in their comments.  It's easy for me to see this gifting in my lineage.  My mother and her mother both possess a gift of wisdom.  I've even had confirmation from God, through unknown individuals speaking to me, about this gift.  I often have friends ask for advice on how to handle a situation. Friends will call me for parenting advice and, while I always do what I can to encourage them in the right path, I myself have only been a parent for 4 1/2 years (the 1/2 here is very important to the 4 year old of whom I refer).  But, just because I have this gift doesn't mean I can always apply it in my own life.  My life gets messy sometimes and it is easy during those times to feel disqualified from helping others.

This past year we have had to go through the grueling process of deciding where to send our oldest son, Joseph, to Kindergarten, or if we should even send him at all.  He turns 5 at the end of August and the cut-off date is Sept 1st.  His personal aptitudes, his age, and his maturity level were all considered and did not all end up in the "pro column".  However, it did feel like there were more items listed under pro than con, so we moved forward in researching schools and narrowed it down to 3 options.

For months I was obsessed over the decision.  I was in what I call my bad place, which is analysis paralysis.  I talked to everyone I could about their experiences and opinions on school.  I mean everyone-- strangers, neighbors, friends.  My poor closest friends took the most abuse as I was incredibly self-centered, occupying conversations and revisiting points already made with what I felt was a fresh new perspective.  It all culminated on a particular Monday when I stopped by to visit some close friends, who are also pastors, after dropping my children off at Mother's Day Out.  I had stopped by to catch up and, 2 hours later, after reliving all my analytical thoughts again, they prayed for me and I began to cry.  Right there, I repented out loud of assuming that somehow I could do enough thinking or research to guarantee the right answer and that I had forgotten my need for faith.  Faith is about what you don't know or can't see, and the irony of the moment was about to reveal what was happening with Joseph at preschool.

At about the same time of my repentence, this same child, whose future was causing me so much turmoil, was at a safe little Christian MDO, popping another child in the face, giving him a bloody nose. To say that it was a low moment would be an accurate description as I got the phone call requesting that I pick him up early from school.  Already raw from the day's discussion, I cried as I had to address the teacher.  As I said earlier, not everything was in the pro column and his aggressive behavior at school was definitely a con.  This was not an isolated incident, but it was the worst of all the incidences.  As a parent, I was horrified.

We had tried every form of discipline and had consistently disciplined this behavior with little to no improvement.  We don't teach this behavior at home, so how does a 4 yr old even know how to make such a square hit?!?  Pure coincidence, I suppose.  He had worn a collared white shirt with a vest and clip-on tie that day.  He had insisted that he wear it, so I let him.  Seeing the other child's blood on the  button up white shirt caused me to feel deep shame that he was capable of this.  Up to this point, I had felt so certain that he should go to Kindergarten that fall, but this incident left me more confused than ever.  As I carried my children out of the building that day for our early dismissal,  despite my complete despair, I couldn't help but feel a deep sense of ownership.  These were my kids and while I didn't have all the answers, they were mine.  Nothing would ever change that.

This day became the most pivotal moment in finding victory in this story. After discussing why this had happened with our son, we were able to pinpoint exactly why he continued to have issues with a particular boy at school.  We discovered that Joseph, who is almost a full year younger than this other child, was very aware that the other child was older and could run faster, and this was difficult for Joseph to accept.  We made sure that  Joseph understood the consequences of his actions  and was required to make it right with his friend.  Thankfully, the receiving family, and the school, were beyond gracious and accepting of our apologies.  He was also taught that if someone is better than you at something, it should make them your greatest ally not your greatest enemy.  Who better to learn from than someone who can do something better than you?!?

Graduation from Preschool at MDO

This epiphany for Joseph changed his behavior and he has had no more behavioral issues at school.  And in time, we were able to make a decision, in faith, on exactly where to send him to school. His first day of kindergarten will be August 17th of this year.  You see, I also got some perspective of my own that day.  I had allowed the fear of the unknown to turn me into an unrecognizable version of myself.  That day, I stopped thinking that if I did enough research I could accurately predict the future.  I started relying a little more on the faith that I so often encourage others to do.

I have been given gifts and so have you.  But that doesn't mean we have it together all the time.  I'm not proud of my behavior nor my son's behavior through this decision making process but it didn't stop me from helping others in this season.  Identify your gifts and don't let your inadequacies hold you back from exercising them.  Maybe by sharing my own inadequacies, I can encourage you.  Like mine, many of your gifts are right in front of you.  In fact, we discovered a gift in Joseph that day-- competition!  It obviously needs a little molding, but as his mom, I will be sure he sees in himself what I see in him.

Wisdom is a gift on my life and it is why I started this blogging endeavor.  It is not to promote my gift, but to use it to help others.  It may not help every person who reads it, but it will help a certain person who needed to know this just at the right time.  To believe this exalts your faith, not your gift. That alone is enough to move forward my desire to help others even when I feel weighted down by my imperfections.

This life tool is simple.  You have a gift.  Please use it.  Maybe its cliche, but the world really is waiting.

What's up with you? 
Did you need encouragement today? How can you  move forward in helping some one else? I believe in you!