What can a donkey teach you? Oh, just lots of stuff.
God uses ordinary events to reveal His extraordinary purposes.
Just when you think you're going in circles in your everyday life, He can intercept your plans and make His ways known to you.
There's a story told in the Bible–1 Samuel 9–of a young man who is engaged in ordinary family affairs. His father's donkeys have gone missing, and he is given the task (along with a helper) to go and find them.
The young man's name was Saul...and he had no idea that his search for a band of renegade donkeys would start a chain of events that would eventually make him king of Israel.
The mission takes the pair of young men on a frustrating journey all over the countryside.
I'm sure they were thinking, "where on earth could these pranksters be?" They would have been familiar with the inquisitive nature of the animals, and probably realized just how much ground the sure-footed creatures could cover.
After three days of looking high and low, they finally give up and decide to head back home. Without cell phones to use to check in, Saul knows his father will be worried. In one last-ditch effort to find the donkeys they seek out the prophet Samuel, who just so happens to be in the area, in order for him to inquire of the Lord of the their whereabouts.
Unbeknownst to Saul, God had spoken to this prophet the day before, preparing him for their encounter. He told Samuel exactly what would happen and how the young man would come looking for him, and that this tall teenager was the one He'd chosen to be king.
The scene unfolds just as God described it.
Samuel invites Saul to feast with him and then just before they part ways, he anoints Saul's head with oil. This sacred action marks Saul for God's purpose in a tangible way.
Saul, however, is still concerned about his father's donkeys, to which Samuel reassures him.
"Those donkeys? Pssh, don't worry about them. They've already made it safely home on their own."
The donkeys didn't even really need to be found.
Because God had had something else in mind.
You see, the real purpose of Saul's journey was not to find a group of runaway animals. It was to get him to a place of encounter with God.
The task he was doing for his father was simply a means to move him into the right place at the right time.
It was when he was out of his comfort zone, his familiar surroundings, that God brought him face to face with what would be his true mission in life.
He was anointed for kingship right then and there.
I wonder if you, too, are on a seemingly insignificant journey?
Maybe your job is one that feels like it is going nowhere. You're wandering in circles, looking for your purpose, and yet somehow you know this is where God wants you. It all seems like such a waste of time and you're tempted to give up.
Perhaps God is moving you to place of encounter.
Perhaps, like Saul, God is leading you to moment of divine appointment. A place where your vision and purpose will suddenly come into full view!
Let me encourage you.
Watch and see: His purpose WILL unfold.
People and events will cross your path through divine appointments as you journey onward....things that would never happen unless you just keep going. Keep taking that next step.
God uses ordinary events in extraordinary ways.
He is able to take a "seemingly insignificant" job and boom! use it to put you right where you need to be.
Proverbs 16:9 tells us that a person can think he's planned his ways, but God is working behind the scenes to direct each step.
I love that.
Tell me: have you ever encountered God's purpose in the midst of the regular affairs of your life? Have you ever said, "so THIS is why I've been on this journey!" ? I'd love to hear about it.
Do you feel like you're going in circles today, trying to follow God's leading but can't figure out what His purpose is? Let me pray for you, that you'd encounter Him in a way that will clearly show His care and design for you.
When the world's problems feel too big, too serious, too impossible to handle...do you just sort of implode? Feel overwhelmed, and then immobilized by the immensity?
I feel powerless to do anything significant to help meet people's needs, and everything I can think of to do feels much too small and inconsequential.
When I get discouraged and paralyzed by the the crises around me, I take a deep breath and realize, that though I may not solve the Syrian refugee crisis, I AM able to help ONE local family have a better life.
And YOU have helped, too.
It feels great to know WE'VE made a difference!
Last fall I shared the needs of Toni - (name has been changed for privacy) a single mom of three who needed a place to live, as well as basic necessities to get on her feet. At first, it seemed like an interruption in my busy life.
But it turned out to be an amazing opportunity for God to work.
You guys came through in such a big way, and I want to give you an update on how you - MY BLOG READERS - a small band of sweet, sweet people, have made an impact.
You have changed their world.
Here are a few highlights....ENJOY!
Your generous gifts made it possible for this family to rent a small house RIGHT ACROSS THE STREET from us! Furniture, beds and kitchen wares were donated, so they had enough to get settled. It's been wonderful.
And the kids?
K. (girl age 11) completed 5th grade, and even though she had some catching up to do, she was able to pass her state testing to be promoted to 6th.
K. rides her bike over everyday after school, and we get to have snacks and do homework together. This summer, she wants to build a Barbie dollhouse out of cardboard and craft materials, and has enlisted me as her team member. I have been issued a list of supplies to gather. :)
Looks like we will be doing a lot of gluing.
A. (boy age 12) finished 6th grade with flying colors. He played trumpet in the band, and made friends at school. He loves being able to go fishing on our pond with Tom. Here he is with a prize bass:
A. even got to go to Southern Methodist University in Dallas. He tagged along with Tom for a meeting and got inspired by the beautiful campus. SMU is on his short list of colleges he'd like to attend after he graduates! We are so proud of him, dreaming big dreams and thinking about his future.
A. is the most polite kid you can imagine....he is sweet, through and through.
M. (girl, age 17) finished her junior year of high school, and even attended prom!
M. has such gorgeous eyes. She is thinking of going to cosmetology school after she graduates next year...she loves doing hair and makeup!
Tom and I have learned so much about what love looks like this year.
One of the ways love looked like was personally making up the difference when there was "more month at the end of the money." Other friends stepped in to help in the months we couldn't quite cover the shortfall. Our goal was for this precious family to make it through the school year - without having to move and change schools.
This summer, we've invited the kids to have lunch at our house as often as possible - during the school year, they are able to get breakfast and lunch in the cafeteria - and summer presents a challenge keeping everyone fed. (I'm an awesome grilled cheese sandwich maker.)
Our next goal is to provide a way for Toni to go to Nurse's Aide school (or other career training) at a local college. We would love for her to be able to stay in the house she is in so that we can continue to be available as a support system. Currently, she is working at jobs with odd hours so it's important to have an open door for the kids as often as we can.
So, this post is really both "celebration" and "continuation!"
We've learned that getting on your feet is a long road, and not for the faint of heart. Toni would be first to tell you that she has battled discouragement and depression, fear, frustration, and anxiety, as she works to keep a roof over their heads and food on the table. We have so much respect for the determination she has - to simply make it through each day.
Thank you once again. Many of you have asked how our family is doing, and I'm so happy to report on this wonderful year.
You have truly changed their world.
Currently, Toni is looking for someplace cheaper to rent, but I worry about what options are available. If we can help her stay where she is through this fall, she can attend school and immediately have an actual career, rather than having to rely on temporary minimum wage jobs.
If you are interested in helping, I started a new GoFundMe page so I could adjust the goal. In my ideal world, I wish that they could receive about $300/month for the next six months to cover the shortfall in rent and utilities. Tom and I will continue to do what we can.
The fields have been awash with white wildflowers this spring.
Delicate petals, floating on tall stems – like sprigs of kindness pointing to love in the middle of untamed land.
At least, that's how I've imagined them.
Sometimes I get overly poetic. I am aware of this.
Up close, I discovered that there are two kinds of nearly-identical flowers, and both are awe-inspiring in their lacy beauty.
There's this one:
I guess the reason I thought of these as "kindness flowers" is that I've been in a spot where I've had to choose to be kind in my interactions with a (sometimes) difficult person in my life. Seeing these petals somehow reminded me of how important my words and actions are. With their gentle dances in the breeze, they seemed to point me in the right direction.
The other day, I did what I thought was a kind thing. I gave something that I'd worked hard for to this friend, and in the moment I was happy to do it.
It felt like a caring gesture, because I do love this person.
And I should have just left it alone. I should have given the gift, enjoyed the love, and moved on.
But I didn't.
After I'd given it, I just had to make a small comment. A teeny one. Probably to make sure the friend fully appreciated the gift.
And you know, right then I felt quite satisfied in saying it.
I mean, it was just a comment–nothing harsh–said in the mildest tone.
But if I'm really honest, it was meant to rub... just a little.
And I'm sure it did.
As soon as the words were out, my self-satisfaction didn't feel so good. Immediately I wished I could retract them.
But of course, I couldn't. The damage was done. I could see it in her face.
For my friend, the once-kind gift now had a bitter aftertaste.
I pictured my silly "kindness flowers" out there in that overgrown field. How beautiful they were, how they made that old pasture feel magical and lovely and special, if only for a fleeting season.
And suddenly, I realized that the two types of flowers were much like kindness after all, and not just in my mind. You see, in bloom, the two are almost impossible to tell apart. Both have clusters of heart-shaped petals with creamy centers. Both have many sprays of blooms on each stem.
Both are spectacular.
It's as the flowers fade, that the difference becomes clear.
Each one leaves something unique behind.
One kind leaves tiny little green flower hips - like miniature pomegranates on each stem. They are delicate and fresh and nourishing, and I've watched as small brown birds come along to eat them like delicious candies.
The other flower, in contrast, leaves behind burrs.
The burrs start out soft, even a little pretty, but they quickly dry on the stems and then tenaciously cling to your clothing as you pass by. It's almost like they jump onto you, and then somehow find their way into socks and seams - to irritate your skin long afterward.
Feeling a "kindness-burr" in an underwear seam, even after it's been through the laundry, makes you forget how lovely the flowers once were.
All you can think of is the prickly rub.
And it makes you distrust all little white flowers, even the ones without the burrs. They all look so similar, you can't tell which ones will hurt you.
Today, I'm reminded once again of the need for kindness–for love and for tenderness.... without burrs. Particularly in the wake of the terrible Orlando shootings.
I just keep thinking: we can take this moment to love better, can't we? Words and acts of kindness, especially now, are not tickets to preach, politicize or scold. Because when we do that, after the bloom fades, all that will be left is the prickly rub. A bitter aftertaste.
Oh, I wish we could let love bloom for those who are hurting, for those who are grieving, and for those who are ostracized. I'd love for our kindness to leave seeds that nourish and strengthen, that build and restore.
We need it so much.
Let kindness heal, without any disclaimers or qualifiers.
Kindness without burrs is kindness that doesn't keep score. Imagine how it could change our marriages, our friendships, our communities, even our enemies...if we were simply nice to one another? Often we are so consumed with making our point, or taking the credit, or seeking self-satisfaction, that whatever lovely thing we once had becomes an abrasive irritant that's hard to remove.
Real kindness, on the other hand, sets love in motion.
It nourishes the soul with a listening ear, with a warm embrace, and with an understanding smile.
It looks beyond differences and sees humanity, and dignity, and worth.
It refuses bigotry, and pursues what is beautiful.
It's candy for little brown birds, who simply happen upon it in an old pasture.
Kindness is how love speaks.
It's the language of love.
So let's be kind.
Sometimes, it's what the world needs more than anything.
A couple of months ago, I accidentally interrupted my own my blogging routine without even so much as an "excuse me." I'm not sure where my manners went! (This is where a person might ask, "What, do you live in a barn or something?" To which I reply, "Actually....I DO.")
While I finished up a couple of book projects, there were some important things on my calendar, such as:
I was invited to speak at a retreat in New Hampshire...
....one with a donkey decor theme no less!
How CUTE is this?? I love all the daisies!
Most of women of The Orchard Fellowship Church in New Hampshire had read Flash the Donkey beforehand, which created a really awesome space for conversation. Plus they already "got" me, so they weren't too surprised by the offbeat way I tend to look at things.
I loved that we connected as we talked about finding God at work in our interruptions, and seeing His purposes in our everyday moments.
You see, I've come to believe that experiencing God is often as simple as pausing.
Pausing to breathe.
Pausing to give thanks.
Pausing to ask, "What do You have for me in this moment?"
Truthfully, I've felt a little frantic recently. I did not meet my book deadline on time. Gulp. I missed some appointments. I forgot things, some big things. I let some people down. I was playing catch-up a lot. I could not find the wherewithal to blog.
I forgot to pause.
But in the midst of all this, I've been thinking about the way God is WITH US. He is called Emmanuel, "God With Us," and His presence brings peace to our very real situations. Each person I encountered at the retreat and in my various activities was (and is) experiencing something real, maybe even impossibly hard. I'd be the last to say that God magically makes every hard thing go away. I'm old enough to know it doesn't always work that way.
But He is....with us.
And He redeems all things. He brings us through.
He holds us.
And, I think, He waits for us.
After my trip to New Hampshire I found myself in California, accompanying my husband to a conference. We stole an extra day to explore Yosemite National Park.
In such a wondrous place, it was easy to pause. It was easy to see His handiwork! It feels much more difficult to see His handiwork in our everyday life, amidst the dishes and deadlines.
But His work IS there, even when we don't see it.
The mountains reminded me that He is not in such a hurry to accomplish His purposes. His work takes time...and patience.
Each interruption, each struggle, each heartache and each joy....layer upon layer is heaped with His presence:
God with us.
And we can trust that He makes all things beautiful in His time.
On our way to the airport, we stole a half hour to walk along the beach. The beach was not on our itinerary. The beach was not in our window of time.
But the highway was so close to the beach, and it was so pretty outside, and I thought how sad it would be to be *this close* to the water and not put our toes in. I know, right?
I'm very glad we did. The sea felt spectacular!
I immediately began looking for a heart-shaped rock, my favorite thing to collect...as a memento of this whole busy spring.
I found the perfect stone, its edges made smooth by eons of waves and sand:
A pause in the journey gave me something to put in my pocket, and along with it, something to put in my heart:
Emmanuel – God is with us,
no matter how busy or distracted we may be.
Let's do a Small Thing together, remember those?
Today's Small Thing is to simply slow down...pause...give thanks. Let His grace fill your moment, and spill over into the rest of your day.
How will you pause? What do you give thanks for?
I can't believe it's been a couple of months since I last posted! I can hardly remember what I was doing in February. I did not mean to leave you hanging, but I sort of dropped everything to work on some stuff. It's that unitasking syndrome again. I can now actually ONLY do one thing at a time. Multi-tasking isn't even an option. You'll have to forgive me while I retrace my steps so I can figure out just where I am right now.
Some of you might already know about this, but I've been working on a children's book. Well, it's not "out" yet, but it IS done.
Flash the Donkey Makes New Friends will be out on October 1, and (amazingly) is already available for preorder on Amazon. I LOVED getting to write and illustrate this charming story! Here's the official description:
Children will fall in love with Flash the Donkey as they learn the value of true friendship and what it means to be a good friend to others.
Hee-haw! A stray donkey with a penchant for inventions is taken in by a mismatched collection of barnyard friends. Flash the Donkey Makes New Friends is the heartwarming story of a not-so-ordinary donkey who needs a special place to belong.Flash is the inquisitive type who loves to invent things and solve problems, but his curiosity sometimes gets him into trouble! With the help of his new-found friends―Jed the Goat, Carson the Pig, and Ruby the Chicken―Flash manages to turn problems into adventures and learns valuable lessons along the way.Inspired by Rachel Anne Ridge’s memoir Flash, named one of Publishers Weekly’s Best Summer Books of 2015, kids will fall in love with this endearing donkey as they learn to appreciate the value of true friendship.
And although I loved it doing it, I literally had no brain cells left by the time I turned in my last illustration. Not one. Somehow all that drawing and coloring was waaaay harder than I thought it would be! I found myself living like an old crazy hunchback woman who never bathed or changed her clothes, up in the bell tower (ok it was my upstairs office), only coming down for food and to squint at the light every now and then while I finished it.
Other than that, it was a piece of cake (wink). I should probably tell you that it's geared for children ages 3-7, aaaand the adults who love them! The story makes me smile, and it's one I hope you'll enjoy, too.
Now, stepping back through my mental fog...
This past fall I quietly wrote a book called Made to Belong: A Six Week Journey to Discover Your Purpose. The final edits got done during my blog hiatus, and as I've re-read the words in this workbook, I've gotten really excited about it all over again!
This is something that is SO DEAR TO MY HEART, because I think all of us struggle to find "that thing" we were made to do.
Made to Belong is also available for preorder on Amazon, and I'll tell you more about it (and the Belong Tour) as we get closer to the August 1 publication date!
Phew. I started to add to this post all the other stuff that went down but then my hunchback tendency came back and I thought, hey why pack all of this "retracing my steps" into one single post? Give these poor people (and your spine) a rest.
Okay, next post will be about the other happenings during my (previously unannounced but now completed) blog break.
I'm off to take a shower and find some clean clothes.
I'VE MISSED YOU!!!! Thank you for waiting.
Today's post is a reprise from 2012, but everything about it is still true. Except that now we've had 33 Valentine's Days together. Enjoy:
I've tried to write about our love story at least a half a dozen times on this blog. And every time, I've ended up deleting the sappy mess of words and emotion that appears on the screen. There is just no way to cover a lifetime of crazy hard good long deep love in one post, except to say that we are still Valentines.
That guy. Tom asked me to marry him six weeks after our first date. Of course I said "yes" immediately. He always tells people, "I chased Rachel until she caught me," and it's almost true. I knew right from that first double-take that he was going to be the one. Six months from that first date, we were hitched. And what a ride it's been.
Today I'm sharing my two favorite photos of us.
The first (above) is from when we were engaged: Tom let himself into the UT Arlington stadium in the middle of the night, and armed with a flashlight and a design he'd drawn on grid paper, he spelled out "I love you Rachel" in the stands by flipping seats into a pattern. In the morning, he took me up in a small plane and flew me over it as he launched into a monologue entitled, "I Wish There Was Some Special Way I Could Tell You How Much I love You....Oh Look Down There!"
It was epic.
The photo actually appeared in the local paper. Tom landed the plane and we made our way over to the stadium to take pictures and a photojournalist, who'd seen the gigantic love note from the road, snapped it. What a memory.
Fast forward 29 years, three kids, two dogs, several cats, gerbils and parakeets, three businesses, some failures, some tough years and some incredibly awesome times.....and here we are.
This photo is from our daughter's wedding in November and I love it because it was such a special moment. We were in the middle of taking family pictures and it just seemed like time went into slow motion and everything was good and beautiful and sweet and perfect. I don't know, we were just a couple of kids who fell crazy in love and made this life with each other and suddenly there we were...our kids all grown up and finding their own way and somehow it was coming back to the two of us. I could almost picture every moment of our history - the toddlers, the middle school years, the piano lessons, the braces, the job losses, the health scares, the babies we lost and the graduations and now weddings. So much has happened and yet so much has stayed the same. We're still those crazy kids, we're still laughing at the same corny lines and still getting angry over the same petty things. I'm still messy and he's still a neat freak. We still think the other is hot.
And we're still Valentines.
In years past, we've made this day about the kids and making sure they felt loved. Sometimes we've even forgotten to celebrate it. But this year, we are feeling a little bit giddy again. Maybe it's that life is about to turn another corner and things will once again change when the last of our kids takes off for college. Or maybe it's just that we feel the depth of the life we've forged, and the experiences we've shared that have become our story.
There is no Small Thing today, except to celebrate the love in your life - whatever that looks like. In my experience, love is less about flowers and chocolates and more about changing diapers, paying bills and simply being there for the other person no matter what. Love is long and hard and crazy and good. It's awesome if you get a bouquet of flowers every now and then, but what's even awesomer is when you look across the table at the person you married and know you'd do it all over again. To know that you didn't get the "perfect" life together, you just got a shot at making the "best" life together. And that every day you get a new chance to make it work, to share the load, to dance in the kitchen and to hold hands on the couch. You get a new chance to love and forgive and overlook and celebrate.
You are making your own love story happen.
Have a Happy Valentine's Day! With much love,
When my daughters were preschoolers, they coined the phrase, "company girl," to describe how they kept each other company. It's stuck with me ever since.
"Will you be my Company Girl?" one girl would ask the other. It seemed like the question always came with an outstretched hand and a hopeful smile. Okay, sometimes it was more of a demand that came with some arm twisting: "BE MY COMPANY GIRL!" You know how sisters are. :)
Hand in hand, they would skip off to the back yard, or to a tea party in the living room, or for a snack in the kitchen. It didn't make any difference where they were, or what they were doing...they knew it would just be better as long as they were together.
I learned something valuable from those two darling redheads. I learned that friendship can be so much less complicated than I had imagined. Sometimes, simply being together is enough. Just having a "company girl" friendship makes everything sweeter, richer, and more enjoyable.
Recently, I've come to see how friendship is more than just sweet, it is like a secret superpower.
Friendship is one powerful force.
Girls, this is great news!
We are Wonder Women...and we didn't even know it!
I mean, if you could bottle that force and sell it, you'd make a fortune. I can't think of any pill that packs that kind of promise!
That's why I call friendship our superpower.
Now, some women are naturally good at making and keeping friends. Others of us need help brushing up on our friendship skills that have gotten a little rusty.
You'll get no judgment from me here.
Because, while we've focused on meeting the demands of work, kids, finding receipts, taking out the trash, and remembering to put the load of washed clothes into the dryer before mold sets in, we've let friendships take a back seat. It's hard to juggle everything, and hey, when your kid needs a model volcano for science class tomorrow, and by sad coincidence, you have no idea what to fix for dinner.....enjoying a cup of coffee with a friend can wait, for pete's sake.
I totally get that.
But maybe it's time to unleash your hidden superpower.
Now is a good moment to put the sparkle back into your girlfriend relationships, and experience the ripples of good that not only go out into the world, but come back to you in remarkable ways.
If you would like to rediscover your friendship superpower, I want to invite you to a very special event!
On Saturday, February 20, I'll be speaking at the luncheon at the Day for Women in Temple, TX.
Temple is between Waco and Austin - just a little drive from the Dallas area. There is a whole day planned with shopping, a fashion show, and of course, LUNCH. It's a perfect event to bring a Company Girl to. Day for Women Info
In the meantime, I challenge you to do something friendshippy–something you've been putting off–like writing a letter, or grabbing that cup of coffee, or making a phone call to a friend. A text or email will do, but maybe you can put your superpower to the test and come up with something amazing!
Don't think about yourself and how it will make you feel, but think of the person you're extending a hand to, and how it will make her feel.
Remember, a superpower is worthless when it's kept under wraps, so go out and wield it!
Be the friend you wish you had...and see what happens next.
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What will you do that is friendshippy and superpowery? I'd love to hear your comments!
In the spirit of friendship, I'll give a free, signed copy of my book Flash to one lucky commenter today!
Yes. Yes, I believe it is possible to struggle well.
I mean, I know I've struggled poorly a lot, but as I reflect, there are the good kinds of struggles as well. You know, the kind where you say, "Oh, good, that struggle is over!"
Hey, you know what, I just noticed the earrings I'm wearing in this picture:
WHERE ARE THEY??? These earrings are my favorites, and I didn't even realize they'd gone missing! HOW LONG HAVE THEY BEEN GONE?
Now I want them back.
Okay, back to my subject. I'll try not to think about my earrings. The earrings that are my favorites. The ones I can't find.
On to my point: I want to introduce you to Emily Thomas, a friend of mine who I met through blogging. She is a talented artist, blogger, mom and podcaster, who loves to encourage moms in their journeys. She's honest, funny, and sweet, as you can tell from her About Page!
Emily asked me to be a guest on her podcast, Mom Struggling Well, and I loved getting to share a bit of my own story as a fellow struggler..who is just far enough ahead to be able to reassure others coming along behind that it's going to be all right.
I hope you'll listen to our conversation! Spoiler: you'll learn one unexpected way I show love to my husband. You can find our conversation right here:
Don't forget to subscribe to Emily's podcast on itunes or your favorite podcast platform!
January 2016 - LET'S DO THIS!
Like Calvin, I plan to continue winging it this year.
A few days ago, I actually sat down to jot a few goals for the year, but the problem with that is once you start, it begins to snowball.
It starts innocently enough, with one or two big goals, like say, "I will write a new book proposal by March 1" and then quickly you think, "if I'm going to do that, I'll need to get going at a decent time every morning, which means I need to go to bed earlier, which means I can't eat nachos at 10 pm. Which means I need to eat better, and of course be sure and drink 8 glasses of water and I'll have to lose five pounds of Christmas weight, plus train for a triathalon and finish my degree.
See where this is going?
Before you know it, I've mapped out this whole new lifestyle for myself, which I know I'll never be able to keep up with by Friday.
It's the same old me, biting off more than I can chew.
This is why I'm a fan of vague ideas and fuzzy goals for the new year.
Hey, it works for me.
One of my fuzzy goals is to "READ MORE." (Notice how it's not quantified?) I don't have a set number of books I'd like to complete, but I'm not worried about that.
I know I will accomplish my hazy target, because of one simple trick:
I will keep track of my finished books. Each time I complete a book, I'll make a list in my Evernote app, which I've recently resurrected.
You see, simply keeping track of my activity is a huge motivator.
And I have science to back me up. Studies show that students who simply chart their progress achieve far greater results than those who do not. You might also know about the famous "Jerry Seinfeld" productivity technique - "Don't Break the Chain." It's worth reading!
If you are struggling to set and keep goals, I urge you to stop and back away. Put your hands down at your sides, now move slowly away from the carnage of failure.
Thaaaat's it. Keep going.
Now. Don't beat yourself up.
You're going to be okay.
Hey, some of us who use "winging it" as their Standard Operating Procedure have some work-arounds for getting things done.
This is one you can use right away!
What will you keep track of today? Why not record the number of glasses of water you drink? Or write down if you exercised (or not)? Keep a tally of your spending, or jot down your daily word count on that novel. It doesn't matter what it is.
Don't set a goal, just write down what you're already doing. Tomorrow, do it again. Repeat.
So simple - YOU GOT THIS!! You'll be surprised at how effective this will be, and before long you'll be making real PROGRESS toward those vague goals that you never set in the first place.
Let me know....what will you keep track of?
Two weeks ago, I was invited to be on Daystar's Marcus and Joni show. I posted photos on Facebook and Twitter...and then sort of forgot that my dear BLOG READERS might want to see some highlights.
Sometimes, I wonder about my mental faculties. Well...
It was a THRILL to be on the show, and I'm sorry I held out on you.
You can find a link to the complete show here. My segment starts at about 15:30.
It was a good hair day, carefully planned as to when I shampooed (this was Day Two after washing) so as to have the least amount of pouf.
YOU HAVE TO THINK ABOUT THESE THINGS, PEOPLE!
The real star of the show was this guy, Flash. Seeing his adorable face on the book in Marcus's hands made me pinch myself. This is crazy, folks.
Next time I get my picture taken with famous people, I'll do the hand-on-my-hip-sorority pose so my large sweater poncho doesn't make me look extra wide.
That's a BIG note to self.
One of the most fun parts of the whole experience was that Flash and Henry watched, live, from the barn.
My dauntless husband Tom dragged the TV out there so they could see it.
Then Tom sent photos to the producer, who in turn put them up on the screen...so they even made the broadcast!
I'm talkin' about ya, Flashy!
Hey, now...that's a sharp lookin' donkey!
Flash, Marcus Lamb is discussing your life lessons! That's pretty cool!
Of course, now that it's all over, I think of all the things I should have said.
Oh, how I wish I'd mentioned the specific things I learned from Flash: facing my fears, letting go of the past, finding my passion, and making the most of each day, to name a few.
And I wish I'd said:
Flash taught me that slow and steady steps are the things that make pathways for grace.
It's in those daily small, methodical efforts that the real miracles take place.
Most times, it feels like plodding.
After all, showing up day after day, is hard.
But donkeys, and people like us, aren't afraid of hard things.
We just keep walking.
We just keep working.
We just keep serving, even when nobody sees.
And that's when we experience true grace.
Thank you, Flash.
And thank you, God, for still speaking through donkeys.
I had so many book orders last week, that I'm extending the sale through this week.
They make great gifts, and I hope you'll take advantage and order several for Christmas.
This is awesome: My largest single order to date is FOURTEEN books! That customer got all his Christmas shopping done in one fell swoop!
Anyone want to top it?? :)