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A mom who writes (and why failure can be sweet)

WritingThis dream of being a writer – it’s been around a long time, though  it has evolved over the years.

And lately I’ve been thinking about the journey I’ve had.

(Being part of Holley Gerth’s God-Sized Dream Team has helped me to pause and reflect. It’s funny how when you’re on the path of pursuing your dream, whether you’re just starting out or feel like you’re finally living it, you sometimes forget to take note of all that’s happening, or all that has happened, along the way.)

My dream of writing began when I was a new mom and my life was filled with diaper bags, baby toys, a lack of sleep… and a fire in my heart to write children’s books. (Actually, the desire to write started way before that when I was in first grade and wrote this story. It just took me a while–as in many years–to circle back around and re-discover my passion.)

And when I did, I launched ahead, full of excitement (and totally naive).  You can read more about that below.

Since that time, there have been many rejection letters, plenty of stops and starts, and several challenges to overcome. Yet there have also been close relationships built, precious friendships nurtured, and thousands of hours spent writing, which has improved my craft.

And, yes, in case you’re wondering… there have been books . :)

But maybe the most important thing that has happened throughout my writing journey is the way living out my passion and dream has impacted my life.

Because when you say yes to what you are called to do and just start, there is nothing else like it.

(Even if you do experience failure along the way.)

So today, I’m sharing an old post (below) to hopefully encourage you if you’re in that place I once was–pursuing your dream, but running into setbacks.

Have faith and journey on,

because even failure can be sweet. Here is a post I wrote back in 2008…

Failure can be sweet? 

I attended a writing conference last weekend and was inspired by talking with the Kirby Larson, Newberry award winning author of the incredible book Hattie Big Sky.

Kirby’s writing, and her own story about her path to success, made me even more determined to stay focused on my goals. And after the privilege of having coffee with her after the conference, and talking a little about my own writing journey, I realized just how much my perspective has changed since I first began writing…

It can take years to get a book published?

Hundreds of rejection letters?

No kidding?

Well, not me.

One year, tops. That’s what I’ll give it.

I have to be honest; that was my naive thought process when I first started writing. I had quit my career at Hewlett-Packard to stay home with my daughter, and reading books to her during her first couple of years made me realize I wanted to be a children’s author.

After hearing Shelia Walsh speak at a conference and being inspired to start writing, I couldn’t get my ideas on paper quickly enough.

I sent my manuscripts out to publishers, and waited excitedly for the book contract that I was sure would come.

Several rejection letters later, my one year deadline came and went.

That was years ago.

And though the journey of writing has had its stops  and starts (and fair share of disappointment), it has been incredibly fulfilling to be able to do what I love, balancing writing into slivers of time between diapers and bottles, preschool and naps, sports and homework.

After years of what could be looked at as failure (i.e. no book contracts), I’ve realized how much I’ve learned.

I’ve learned the true meaning of perseverance and what it’s like to keep going, even when the odds seem to be against you.

I’ve learned to find time for my passion, even when there isn’t time to be found.

I’ve learned that 50 rejection letters isn’t many.

I’ve learned that 100 rejection letters isn’t many.

I’ve learned how to pick myself up and dust myself off after disappointment. And I’ve learned that I’m a lot tougher than I thought.

I’ve learned to appreciate the accomplishment of other writers, because I know the hard work that goes before the glory.

And I’ve learned that something good really can come out of something bad. Like the time I got a two-page rejection letter on my middle grade novel when I first sent it to a publisher. I opened the envelope with trembling hands, went into the pantry (the only place I could go and not be interrupted by the kids), and cried my eyes out for thirty minutes. But once I got past the emotion of it, I realized the letter was like gold–it contained valuable suggestions for revisions from a top editor, and it was those revisions that helped to make the story what it is now.

Sure, I wouldn’t have minded getting a book contract during that first year.

Or the second year, or the third… (you get the point).

But, I have to say, standing where I am today and looking back over this whole process, I can honestly be grateful for the failure I’ve experienced.

Without it, success wouldn’t taste as sweet.

Without it, when my kids face disappointment, like not making the swim team or not winning a game, I wouldn’t be able to say, “I know how that feels,” and really mean it.

I wouldn’t be able to tell them, “Never give up,” and know that I’m setting an example.

And I’ve come to realize that, whatever the dream, the process of getting there can be just as important as the end result.

And that, believe it or not, failure actually can be sweet.

So if you’re working toward a goal and it’s taking longer than you thought, or you keep hitting a wall, hang in there.

Hang in there, have faith, and enjoy the journey.

Won’t you stop by Holley’s place, join us, and link up today?

And be sure to check out her book You Were Made for a God-Sized Dream: Opening the Door to All God Has For You (it is SO good!) and open your own door to the possibilities ahead!

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A cause I care about…

I was so excited when Holley invited us to write about our favorite non-profit today.

If you’ve been here for a while, you know how I first got involved with the issue of child trafficking. And you also know how helping at the non-profit Courage Worldwide has changed my life.

The more I use my passion and talents to help these kids, the more I know I’m living my life’s purpose. It’s an incredible thing when you are able to pursue your dreams and use your gifts to help others at the same time.

It changes lives, including your own.

The issue of trafficking has rocked my world and touched my everyday experiences. When you become aware of the fact that approximately 4.5 million people around the world are being trafficked for sex and 98% of them are women and children (2012 California Human Trafficking Report), it changes you.

And then when you learn that, in the United States alone, approximately 100,000 to 300,000 domestic children are being trafficked,

and you also learn that number isn’t even close to the real statistics because this is such a hidden crime,

you are stunned.

And then… you learn that kids in your own city and neighborhood are being trafficked,

right now,

and you can’t not get involved.

At least that’s what happened for me.

And here I am, a few years after joining the fight against trafficking with my eyes wide open to the reality that so many children face.

And with my heart on fire to help these kids.

If you feel the same way and want to get involved or learn more, visit the amazing non-profit Courage Worldwide’s website. There are many ways you can help, whether you’re a parent, student, business, church, school… whatever.

I know the issue of child trafficking is difficult, and even paralyzing at times, but you can make a difference.  Whether you want to learn more and help spread the word, do something in your community to raise funds, make a donation, or volunteer… there really is an opportunity for everyone to help.

I believe in a world where children will not be trafficked. Will you believe with me?

Won’t you stop by Holley’s place, join us, and link up today? We’re sharing a whole list of amazing non-profits!

And be sure to check out her book You Were Made for a God-Sized Dream: Opening the Door to All God Has For You (it is SO good!) and open your own door to the possibilities ahead!

 

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You are mighty… because you mother

All you amazing mamas… you are mighty.

Take a minute to watch this video and be reminded that it’s all worth it. And that being a mom is no ordinary job. (Hat tip to Kelley Matthews for sending this my way.)

Happy Mother’s Day!

Another inspirational piece: When I became a mother, over at (in)courage.

*Mom-Monday will be back next week. :)

 

Expectant!

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I’m so excited to share that my friend and fellow MomInitiative writer, Julie Sanders, has a new book out:  EXPECTANT: 40 Devotions for New and Expectant Moms!

Today, for Mom-Monday, Julie is spending some time here sharing a little about the book, her heart, and some of her experiences with motherhood.

Enjoy! (And don’t forget to link up below, and head over to Julie’s site and also The Mom Initiative more more mom-spiration today!)

 

 

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Q: Tell us what we can expect from EXPECTANT.

A: EXPECTANT is a collection of 40 devotions for new and expectant moms that uses transparent stories and biblical truth to offer hope and wisdom to women transitioning into motherhood. If you have dreams and hopes of what mothering will be, your heart is already Expectant.

Women enter motherhood in a variety of ways, so EXPECTANT shares encouragement for every mom as she grows into being a mother. That may mean she grows a pregnant belly or a home study for adoption, but she will grow. By talking about real issues like changes in your body, your marriage, your work, and your schedule, EXPECTANT helps new moms think through necessary transitions to find hope and confidence right there on the changing table or playground.

Each journey into motherhood is unique, but every mother’s heart is expectant.

 

Q: How is motherhood different than you expected?

A: I knew I would love our children, but I never imagined how much I would enjoy our children. Every season has been amazing, but moving through the changes of childhood, along with the accidents and surprises, has kept me prayerful. Being a mom is great for your prayer life!

Being a mom has stretched me more personally than I ever expected. God uses motherhood to expose my weaknesses, my failures, and my sin. While I’ve been watching our kids grow, God has been growing my heart and life.

 

Q: What was most difficult for you during the “young years?” How did you grow as a mother?

When I delivered our first baby, it was quite a finale to our pregnancy! Nothing happened the way we anticipated. I was left with fear and disappointment, and it took a long time for me to feel whole again. Feeling fragile was not only hard, it wasn’t what I expected.

I always wanted to have children, but I also loved being a teacher. Making a transition to spending the day with the baby at home was not as easy as I thought it would be, and before long I found myself over-committed and worn out. I was challenged to take a close look at where I found my identity and where I placed my trust. Motherhood turned out to be as much about growing me as growing our children.

 

To read more and to purchase your copy for $4.99 on Kindle,  stop by the EXPECTANT page! I’ve read this book, and I loved it. Julie talks candidly and openly about things like a mom’s changing body and relationships, and she also provides practical wisdom for everyday living–from nutrition, to getting on a schedule, to reading with your kids. Julie’s encouragement, honesty about her own parenting journey, and uplifting words, will inspire expectant moms everywhere!

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The story about the two friends on the train to San Francisco

This weekend, as I listened to some of the amazing women of (in)courage share their hearts, their stories, their struggles, and their successes at inRL, I was reminded of the importance of friendship.

And the importance of staying connected to one another, and to community.

So, today, I wanted to post one of my favorite friendship stories. I’ll never forget these two girls on the train to San Francisco…

The story about the two friends on the train to San Francisco

Shortly after we boarded the train to San Francisco last week, we went to the Café car to get some coffee and breakfast.

We were standing in line when the girl in front of us tapped the girl in front of her on the back. When the girl turned around, her face lit up.

“Oh my GOSH!” she shouted. She held out her arms.

They laughed and hugged.

“Oh my gosh! I can’t believe this! Where are you headed?”

“The financial district!” They grabbed each other’s hands.

“Me too!” They hugged again.

And again.

(As my daughter said afterwards, “They sure made a scene, Mommy.”)

A beautiful scene.

The man at the register waited patiently for them to finishing hugging so they could order. (Though I don’t think he minded the wait. He was smiling just as much as everyone else was.)

Finally, the girls turned to him.

“This is my BEST friend,” one of them said. She put her arm around the other girl’s shoulder.

I smiled and fought the lump in my throat.

As they finished ordering, I heard one of them say, “This is perfect. We can sit together!”

I had to ask…

“So you guys didn’t know you were both going to be on the train?”

“We had no idea!” They laughed.

“How long has it been since you’ve seen each other?”

And this is what really got me…

“About six weeks.”

Six weeks?

By the way they acted, I would’ve guessed it had been way longer.

“How neat,” I said, hoping they didn’t notice my watery eyes.

Just then, their food was ready.

They got their things, waved to the rest of us in line, and headed out of the Cafe car smiling and laughing.

I stood there, looking at the man ready to take my order, blinking back tears.

Because that might’ve been one of the sweetest encounters of friendship I’ve ever seen.

And it made me think of my own friends.

It made me remember when my friend Jen moved to New Jersey, and how hard we cried when we said goodbye. And how much I miss her.

It made me remember how my heart ached when my friend Lisa was diagnosed with breast cancer. And how much her strength and recovery inspired me.

It made me think about my friend Amy and how she and I still laugh about things we did in fourth grade. And all the memories we’ve shared since then.

It made me appreciate all they ways my friends have touched my life…bringing meals over when my kids were born, calling when I was going through something difficult, celebrating birthdays and successes.

And if I had to guess, I’d say those girls I saw on the train probably have a pretty special friendship.

They probably don’t compete with each other.

They’re probably truly happy for one another when something good happens.

They’ve probably seen each other at their worst, and instead of judging or criticizing, have helped each other to pull out of it. And supported each other through it.

Because that’s what friendship is really about.

And seeing them that day made me even more grateful for the friends in my own life.

The friends I’d love to run into.

Anytime. :)

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Today I will slow down and enjoy the journey…

Because I’m a destination type of person (and because I always need the reminder to slow down and enjoy the journey)…

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Won’t you stop by Holley’s place, join us, and link up today? We’re sharing bits and pieces of creativity… along with dreams.

And be sure to check out her book You Were Made for a God-Sized Dream: Opening the Door to All God Has For You (it is SO good!) and open your own door to the possibilities ahead!

 

 

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Oh and if you’re wondering what the #mommybliss is about, that’s the realization of one of my dreams. Find out about my book Finding Mommy Bliss here. 

Related posts on pursuing dreams:

Dear Chihuahua of Fear…

A letter to the God-Sized Dreamers

My God-Sized Dream

About my dream of being a writer

On Being a Fanner of Dreams

And I realized all over again how fast time flies…

Welcome to Mom-Monday. I’m glad you’re here! I’m away speaking at a MOPS meeting today, so I thought I’d put up a post from when I used to be involved in MOPS as a mentor, back when my kids were 8 and 10. As I read this post, I found my self shaking my head and smiling. Because with each year that passes, I’m realizing this more and more, and time passes faster and faster…

And I realized all over again how fast time flies

Last Thursday, at our MOPS meeting, I sat next to a mom and her four-month-old daughter.

The baby was as sweet as ever–smiling, pulling on her bib, looking around the room with wide eyes. And when she started to get a little restless, I offered to take her and walk her around so the mom could relax and listen to the guest speaker.

It had been a while since I’d held a little one like that.

I’d forgotten how tiny hands and feet can be.

And I realized all over again how fast time flies…

It seems like just yesterday my eight-year-old and ten-year-old were babies, too.

I remember marveling at each new thing they did–their first smiles, their first words, their first steps.

I remember the nights I’d rock them to sleep, singing and praying, with tears in my eyes from the gratefulness I felt.

I remember feeling scared, too, hoping I’d be a good mom.

There were questions and uncertainties and “what ifs” that I worried about. There were temper tantrums and sleepless nights and days I thought I’d never get a minute to myself.

When you have kids, everyone always tells you to enjoy each moment because time flies.

And even though it sounds cliche’, the more time that passes, the more I realize it’s true.

One minute you have a baby and the next minute, you’re getting ready to send her off to kindergarten. Or middle school. Or college.

So if you’re in that place of feeling frustrated or overwhelmed by the responsibilities of motherhood, if you’re exhausted from toddlers constantly tugging at your legs, or if you’re counting the days until your babies get older so they can be more self sufficient, be encouraged…

Kids grow up, and the demands for diaper changes and bottles and constant attention go away.

But so do the moments of holding them in your arms and rocking them to sleep.

Of seeing them take their first steps.

Of hearing them say, “Mama” for the first time.

So while you’re waiting for those little ones to get older, go hug them.

And rock them.

And take plenty of pictures and videos.

Savor every moment.

Because time does fly.

It really does. :)

What about you? If you have kids, what ages are they? Are you looking forward to them getting older or do you wish they wouldn’t grow up so fast?

 

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A mom, her daughter, and the story about what happened in the bridal shop in Las Vegas…

Today, for Mom-Monday I’m putting up this amazing story again. I saw Carole a few weeks ago from a distance at church, and it reminded me of when she told me this story about her daughter, and we both cried. I think it’s a beautiful example of how one person can make a difference, in a big way…

A mom, her daughter, and the story about what happened in the bridal shop in Las Vegas…

When Carole’s daughter Heidi got engaged, Carole was thrilled.

It didn’t matter that her daughter, a 39-year-old woman with Down Syndrome, would likely never marry the man she was engaged to. What mattered to Carole was that Heidi was happy and loved.

Wanting Heidi to experience the full joy of being engaged, Carole helped her set a wedding date. Heidi and her fiancé had known each other for twenty years, so setting the date out another twenty seemed like a good plan.

Like any bride, Heidi started reading wedding magazines and planning her big day. She’d go to the library and pore over magazines and pictures of brides and dresses.

Before long, Carole noticed that Heidi was losing weight. So much so that she became concerned.

After several trips to the doctor, and many tests to rule out medical problems, Carole realized the reason behind the weight loss: Heidi thought if you wanted to get married, you had to be skinny enough to fit into a wedding dress like the ones worn by models in magazines.

The doctor recommended that Carole take Heidi to a bridal shop to try on dresses, so she’d realize that there were many she could fit into, and that she didn’t have to lose weight to do it.

But when Carole tried to do that, she ran into a problem: the bridal shops she contacted wouldn’t allow Heidi to try on dresses because her wedding date was twenty years out. Even after explaining the situation, Carole couldn’t find a shop that would spend time with them.

Then Carole took Heidi on a trip to Las Vegas to visit friends. While they were there, they happened upon a small bridal shop when they were out walking. They decided to go in.

Even though the shop looked tiny from the outside, inside there were mirrors, a runway, and rows and rows of dresses.

A young salesgirl came up and asked if they needed help.

Carole pulled the salesgirl aside and explained Heidi’s situation. She told her that, while Heidi was probably not going to get married, she thought that she was.

“No problem,” the girl said, smiling.

Carole was surprised and hopeful. Knowing that this might be her only chance to see her daughter in a wedding gown, and also knowing that most bridal shops have a policy that doesn’t allow customers to take pictures, she was hesitant to ask her next question…

“There’s one more thing,” she said, “When Heidi tries on a dress, may I take a picture?”

“Of course,” the salesgirl answered. And, again, with a nod of understanding, “No problem.”

The salesgirl went to get Heidi. She found her looking at veils and told her that she could try on veils along with the dresses if she wanted to.

Heidi could barely contain herself. She and the salesgirl gathered about five wedding gowns and veils, then disappeared into the dressing room.

Several minutes later, they came out.

The girl helped Heidi walk the runway and encouraged her to spin in front of the mirrors. She complimented her and told her how beautiful she was.

Heidi beamed.

Carole took pictures through the tears in her eyes.

With each dress that Heidi tried on, the salesgirl led her down the runway, complimenting her, encouraging her, never rushing.
She let Heidi enjoy her moment.

And she let Carole enjoy hers, too.

“I’m a princess and my fiancé is a prince,” Heidi said proudly.

“You know, Heidi,” the salesgirl said, “in the back room, I have a princess dress.” She went in the back and got the dress–a beautiful white gown, covered in jewels.

When Heidi put the dress on, the salesgirl told her over and over, “You do look like a princess.”

After they were done and Heidi had chosen her favorite dress, the salesgirl invited her to come over to her desk. “This is what I do with all my brides,” she said, helping Heidi fill out a card with the style of the dress that she liked, the size, and the price.

She knew Heidi wasn’t going to buy that dress, but she did it anyway.
“For a mom with a special needs girl, it was incredible,” Carole remembers.

But that’s not the end of the story…
When Carole and Heidi finally left the bridal shop and continued down the street, they happened to pass a flower shop.

Overwhelmed with gratefulness for the time the salesgirl had spent with her daughter, Carole decided to buy some flowers to thank her.

But when she went into the flower shop, the owner told her they weren’t open for business yet. It was a new shop and there were only a few flowers in the refrigerator.

Carole thanked her and started to walk out, but then the owner asked, “What is it you were needing?”

Carole told her about the salesgirl at the bridal shop and what she’d done for Heidi.

“Let me make you something,” the owner insisted.

She pulled together all the flowers she could find and made a beautiful arrangement, on the spot.

She wouldn’t accept payment from Carole. “Just tell her we’re opening a new florist down here and give her my card,” the owner said, smiling.

When Heidi and Carole went back to the bridal shop, Heidi handed the flowers to the salesgirl. “These are for you because I’ve never had a better day,” she said.

“I want to tell you something,” the girl said back, “I’ve never had a better day either.”
When Carole remembers that day and all the things that happened to make it so special for Heidi, she says, “I think it just was something God intended. He obviously put everything together for a reason.”

Maybe that reason was to give others hope.
When Heidi was first born, and Carole and her husband Lou found out she had Down Syndrome, they were overwhelmed. The doctors told them that Heidi probably wouldn’t read and that she wouldn’t walk until she was about four.

But Carole and Lou decided they’d never treat their daughter like she was different.

And looking back after all these years, they’re glad they didn’t.

Heidi has far exceeded the doctor’s expectations, and has even competed in the Special Olympics in virtually every sport for the past 32 years. She’s an amazing woman who works hard at what she does and strives to be the best that she can be.

Heidi is our gift from God,” Carole says proudly, smiling from ear to ear.

As any mother-of-the bride would. :)


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How my book came to be a Snippet

When I first started my parenting blog several years ago, I had no idea what I was doing, other than I knew I wanted to share some of my writing and parenting articles with moms.

I was instantly struck by the sense of community online and the desire among moms to connect with each other. There seemed to be such an openness about all that comes with being a parent (the good, the bad, the pretty and the ugly), and it taught me to be more open in my own parenting journey.

It also helped me find my writing voice. I was encouraged and inspired by the stories and comments from women on my blog, and I wanted to find a way to bring more moms together and encourage them too.

So I began writing a book for moms. About seven months later, I finished the first draft of Finding Mommy Bliss.

That was in 2009.

I wrote a proposal for it, sent it to an agent (Chip MacGregor)… and held my breath, hoping he liked it.

The good news was, he did.

But the not-so-good news (for me at the time) was that he declined it, explaining that the market wasn’t right for that type of book just then, and that I needed to continue to build my platform. He said he’d be happy to look at it again in the future.

A few years passed and, after many revisions and edits to my manuscript, I emailed Chip to ask if he might still interested in looking at the project.

He said yes.

And now, here it is several months later, Chip is my agent, and I’m thankful for the opportunity to be part of the team represented by MacGregor Literary.

In between these happenings, I was invited to be one of the authors to take part in the launch of a new app called Snippet with Finding Mommy Bliss…

READ MORE OF THE STORY over at Chip Macgregor’s blog today!

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To get your copy of Finding Mommy Bliss (with 20 practical tips for finding happiness that any mom can follow), simply download the free Snippet App and you’ll find it in the Snippet library for just $1.99!

Dear Chihuahua of Fear…

001 (2)When I read Holley’s prompt for this week’s God-sized dream post (to write a letter starting with “Dear Chihuahua of Fear”), I was excited.

Because the longer I’m on this journey of following God-sized dreams, the more I see how fear has impacted my life in the past.

And I love the idea of writing a letter… a goodbye letter.

As Holley says:

“Fear hangs out right next to whatever it is you’re most called to do. That means the closer you get to your calling, the louder fear sounds. Keep going–fear is a chihuahua that sounds like a Doberman.” —You’re Made for a God-sized Dream, Chapter Five

And I’ve seen the truth in that. Fear can hold you back from doing the exact thing you’re supposed to do, if you let it.  (There have been times in my life that I have.)

But if you press on in spite of fear–even if everything in you wants to run or turn back or quit, the bark gets quieter and quieter until you no longer hear it.

And you end up growing and changing in ways you never thought you would. (When I look back over my own life, I see that the times I had the most fear were often right before I had some sort of major breakthrough or change that drew me closer to my calling.)

Even though it can be hard to push through fear, when we do, new doors open that never would have opened if we had cowered and let fear win.

And that’s why this letter is a goodbye letter.

Because even though I still face fears in my life, the way I look at fear has changed. I’ve seen what happens when you have courage and press on in spite of being scared, and I know full well now that fear is not a Doberman.

It’s a tiny little Chihuahua.

And no Chihuahua is going to hold me back from living out my purpose.

So…

Dear Chihuahua of Fear,

It’s time to say goodbye.

I know you’ve gotten attached to following me around over the years, but I’m just not listening to your bark anymore.

You’ve had enough of my attention.

Your tactics worked for a while: your yipping and yapping–loud and persistent–making me worry I wasn’t perfect enough, or good enough, or qualified enough.

And your running around in constant circles biting at my heels was effective for a while too, keeping me from moving forward to where I needed to go.

But that was then

and this is now

and grace wins

and dreams are being fulfilled.

And I just don’t have time for you anymore.

Because life is passing

and too much is at stake

and what is there to fear when you’re God-sized dreaming and the results aren’t up to you anyway?

So I’m sorry to say I’m done feeding you,

and I’m done taking you on walks with me,

and I’m done letting you sleep at the foot of my bed at night.

I’m listening to a new sound now (not your barking),

and it is sweet.

Much sweeter than a Chihuahua trying to sound like a Doberman.

 

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What about you? Are you listening to the bark of fear or are you pressing on in spite of it? Has there been a time you’ve been able to move through fear and you’ve seen what’s on the other side?

Stop by Holley’s place to join in on today’s link up! And be sure to check out her book You Were Made for a God-Sized Dream: Opening the Door to All God Has For You (it is SO good!) and open your own door to the possibilities ahead!

Related posts on pursuing dreams:

A letter to the God-Sized Dreamers

My God-Sized Dream

About my dream of being a writer

On Being a Fanner of Dreams