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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. :)

 

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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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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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

In other words: Just sit tight, hold on, and enjoy the ride!

Today for Mom-Monday, I’m sharing an excerpt from Finding Mommy Bliss, along with a couple of notes I’ve gotten from moms who are reading the book…

 

From Chapter 4 of Finding Mommy Bliss: 

Don’t Rush the Journey (or, Just sit tight, hold on, and enjoy the ride!)

Be here now. Be someplace else later. Is that so complicated? ~David Bader

One day, our kids will move out and we’ll have all the quiet we want. There will be no  screaming in the back seat, no nights with everyone calling us to their rooms, no arguing teenagers, no driving everyone around… and I bet it will be way more quiet than we want it to be. At a time when there is so much joy to be found, it’s ironic that so many of us (myself included) have lived many days looking forward to the next phase of parenting, when we think things will be easier.

I remember when Katie was a toddler, Luke was a baby, and Mike was travelling a lot. I remember sometimes being overwhelmed with the constant feedings, diaper changes, nursing and crying—and just looking forward to when my kids would be older.

Yet, just the other day, I caught myself saying to Mike, as we struggled with a decision whether or not to let Katie go to a certain friend’s house, “It was easier when they were little!”

The grass is always greener on the other side, isn’t it?

Consider this poem:

Present Tense

It was spring, but it was summer I wanted,
The warm days, and the great outdoors.

It was summer, but it was fall I wanted,
The colorful leaves, and the cool, dry air.

It was fall, but it was winter I wanted,
The beautiful snow, and the joy of the holiday season.

It was winter, but it was spring I wanted,
The warmth and the blossoming of nature.

I was a child, but it was adulthood I wanted,
The freedom and respect.

I was 20, but it was 30 I wanted,
To be mature, and sophisticated.

I was middle-aged, but it was 20 I wanted,
The youth and the free spirit.

I was retired, but it was middle age I wanted,
The presence of mind without limitations.

My life was over, and I never got what I wanted.

Jason Lehman, 14 years old (such wisdom for a 14 year old!)

So often as moms, we forget to pay attention to the moment right in front of us. We spend so much time looking toward the future—planning, unintentionally rushing the journey, awaiting the next phase of parenting—that we miss the bliss along the way.

But when we set out to enjoy the journey and slow down long enough to open a sliver of time in our days for bliss to find its way through… it will.

I saw this so clearly one night when Katie was about to go into middle school. Mike was out at a dinner meeting for work and Luke had just fallen asleep. I was tucking Katie into bed, thinking about all the things I had to get done before the next day. (We’d been at her play practice that night and had gotten home later than usual.)

When I turned to leave her room, she said, “Mommy, will you stay in my room for a while?”

“Not tonight,” I said instantly, “It’s late. And you need to get to sleep.” I gave her another kiss on the forehead.

She reached her arms around my neck and hugged me. “Please?”

I wavered, thinking about the dishes, the laundry, and the emails I needed to catch up on.

“Please?” she asked again.

All right,” I said, sighing and giving in, “but just for a minute.”

I sat down on her bed.

She reached out and held my hand. We didn’t talk much. She was tired and so was I.

Instead, we listened to the hum of her ceiling fan and the bubbling of her fish tank.

“Goodnight, Mommy,” she said, yawning.

“Goodnight.”

As I sat there, it hit me how fast she was growing up. And I realized that she might not be asking me to stay in her room with her at night much longer.

I wished I hadn’t told her no so quickly.

And I savored the moment, realizing that someday—someday probably too soon—these times together would be memories, and not something she asks me to do regularly.

One minute turned into two.

Then two turned into three.

I didn’t want to leave.

I watched her eyes close and listened to the sound of her breathing as she fell asleep.

And I was more thankful than ever for that moment…

the moment I almost missed.

Parent Practice – Don’t Miss the Moments: Has there been a moment you’ve almost missed lately? Or maybe one you did miss? Stay in your kids’ rooms longer tonight when you tuck them in. Take that extra five minutes, or thirty, to sit with them, talk, or just be there as they fall asleep.

 

And a couple notes from readers about Finding Mommy Bliss:

Good Morning Genny,

I have been enjoying reading Finding Mommy Bliss today before school and daycare. I feel like you take my thoughts and put them into words so well. I just dropped Christopher at the bus stop and was thinking that sometimes I wish we could go back in time for a few minutes and cuddle our little kids. He is now about 6 feet tall and looks like such a young man; the funny thing is I see him after school sometimes when he’s focusing on watching a cartoon… and I think, “Wow, he is still a kid.”

I am going to stop rushing around so much and try to savor what’s left of his childhood. I’m retiring from childcare after 7 1/2 years because I feel way too scattered and want to put my family first. (Now I could use “Finding Wife Bliss” too!)

I actually just wanted to say thank you and tell you I appreciate reading your book (Snippet).

Have a good day,

Ayiiia

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Genny,

I am sitting out back enjoying your book! Great job. It is benefiting me even though my kids are young adults. :) When the kids come over for dinner this afternoon, I am going to make sure that they all know how special they are to me, just by my hello and warm hug! I have already put your advice into action and I know it made a significant impact on my (adult) kids. Good stuff! It is never too late to impact our kids’ lives and have mommy bliss!

Celeste

gennyheikka

Whether your kids are young or older, you can get your copy of Finding Mommy Bliss in the app store by downloading the new reading app Snippet for free! Finding Mommy Bliss is in the Snippet library for $1.99.

 

 

 

 

 


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A typical day in my life?

When I read Holley’s topic for this week’s God-sized dream post–to write about a typical day–I smiled.

A typical day?

It seems like there hasn’t really been one around here lately. :)

If I look at just last week, I see the surprises that unexpectedly inserted themselves into my schedule… Sometimes very welcome (finding out last Friday that my new book Finding Mommy Bliss will be launching Monday), and sometimes very unwelcome (finding out at work about two precious girls who have been victims of trafficking who urgently need a home)…

and I’m reminded that we never really know what our days hold.

For me–the eternal planner–that’s hard sometimes.

I’m the type of person who thinks about the future a lot. I like to plan and anticipate, and there’s a certain thrill for me in reaching milestones and goals.

So when something unexpected pops up, I immediately go into planning mode (as if everything depends on me).

Even the great news about my book made me pause for a minute. I was super excited and happy, but part of me was instantly hesitant, wondering if I was prepared enough (was my book marketing plan in place? what was my book marketing plan?).

And then I read Matthew 6:25-33. (Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life… do not worry, saying, ‘What will we eat?’ or ‘What will we drink?’ or ‘What will we wear?’… But strive first for the kingdom of God and his righteousness and all these things will be given to you as well.)

And I was reminded of something else: that I don’t have to worry.

So instead of worrying about all the things I don’t know, I’m trying to lean closer and deeper into the One who does know. And in my leaning, the feeling that it all depends on me suddenly starts to disappear, and the peace (that really does surpass all understanding) comes.

Which is how I want to live, anyway.

So even though I’m not always successful at remembering that, that’s how I want my typical day to be: full of awareness and assurance that God’s got me–and my hopes and dreams–in His hand. And that as long as I’m depending on Him, I can handle anything that comes my way, with confidence and faith.

I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me. -Philippians 4:13

(Oh, and a couple of updates: I work at Courage Worldwide, a non-profit that builds homes for kids rescued out of trafficking, and we are working hard to bring the two precious girls home to Courage House. Many people have responded and we are so grateful. To stay tuned, you can visit our Facebook page where we are posting updates. And about my book launch, it released yesterday via a new, multimedia reading platform called Snippet, and it went great. Snippet is really neat; you have to check it out. In fact, Snippet hit #7 in the app store yesterday, which was very cool.)
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I invite you to go visit Holley’s place today and join in the Dream link-up!

And while you are at it, go get Holley’s 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, on both your typical and not-so-typical days!

Ears for Isaac (and a conversation in my kitchen – part 2)

Today for Mom-Monday, I’m sharing more of my conversation with my friend Aaron (filmed by his friend Jason, who is also the videographer behind Ears for Isaac).

(In this clip, Aaron shares more about the journey he and his wife Teresa went through with their son Isaac, how very real God became to them during that time, how his life changed in an instant, and more about the hope behind the full length documentary they are filming about their son.)

*If you missed last week’s post, be sure to click here to get caught up on these conversations in my kitchen, and here to learn more about Ears for Isaac.

As I said before, I know you’ll be touched by Aaron and Teresa’s story–by their courage, their questions, and their heartache. They didn’t set out to be an inspiring family, but, believe me…

they are.

And it’s my hope that in their story, you will find comfort and strength of your own.

Please take a minute to watch the video below, and share it. I believe with all my heart that other families will be comforted by their story as they move forward with this.

I look forward to sharing more next Monday!

More about Ears for Isaac, from Aaron:

1. Ears for Isaac is a documentary film currently in pre-production and set to begin filing at the end of March 2013. It is intended to bring hope and encouragement to any family who has lost a child or is preparing to do so through hospice. Our desire is to acknowledge that God offered peace and joy in the middle of tragedy and to honor our son as a part of our family. Our hope is to encourage other families facing tragedy by sharing Isaac’s story and offering them a small token once a year to remind them they are not alone.

2. While Ears for Isaac is a film, it also serves as an announcement that through the EarsForIsaac.com website families who have lost a child under the age of two due to genetic or non-genetic birth defects can share their story and receive a letter of encouragement from Teresa and I once a year. This will be launching after the film is done.

3.We need support in order to make this movie and launch the website. Support can come financially or by just spreading the word to a family in need.

Thanks for stopping by for Mom-Monday – a day for mom-stories, tips, articles and inspiration!

To join in, all you have to do is add your URL to the link list below and put my button anywhere on your site. It’s as simple as that; no post necessary. Just an easy way for moms to connect with other moms!

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Ears for Isaac (and a conversation in my kitchen, part 1)

When I first watched the introduction video for Ears for Issac about my friend Aaron’s son, it was like time stopped.

My heart was broken all over again for what he and his wife Teresa have gone through, and I immediately wanted to help share their story.

But rather than simply posting the video here,

Aaron had an idea,

and his friend Jason helped,

and they spent a morning in my kitchen, filming more to share with all of you.

So for the next few weeks on Mom-Mondays, I’ll be posting parts of the video from that morning, along with Ears for Isaac here.

I know you’ll be touched by Aaron and Teresa’s story–by their courage, their questions, and their heartache. They didn’t set out to be an “inspiring and courageous family,” but, believe me…

they are.

And it’s my hope that in their story, you will find comfort and strength of your own.

Please take a minute to watch the Ears for Isaac introduction video below, which includes my conversation with Aaron’s friend Jason afterwards about the reason for the film they are making and the explanation behind its name. Please share the video too. I believe with all my heart that other families will be comforted by their story as they move forward with this.

After a difficult time of feeling like they were alone and that there were no answers out there, Aaron and Teresa want others who might be going through something similar to know that they aren’t alone and that, even when there are no answers, there are others who understand…

I look forward to sharing more next Monday. (You just might have to excuse my tears; I was so moved by what Aaron shared… and I know you will be too.)

More about Ears for Isaac, from Aaron:

1. Ears for Isaac is a documentary film currently in pre-production and set to begin filing at the end of March 2013. It is intended to bring hope and encouragement to any family who has lost a child or is preparing to do so through hospice. Our desire is to acknowledge that God offered peace and joy in the middle of tragedy and to honor our son as a part of our family. Our hope is to encourage other families facing tragedy by sharing Isaac’s story and offering them a small token once a year to remind them they are not alone.

2. While Ears for Isaac is a film, it also serves as an announcement that through the EarsForIsaac.com website families who have lost a child under the age of two due to genetic or non-genetic birth defects can share their story and receive a letter of encouragement from Teresa and I once a year. This will be launching after the film is done.

3.We need support in order to make this movie and launch the website. Support can come financially or by just spreading the word to a family in need.

Thanks for stopping by for Mom-Monday – a day for mom-stories, tips, articles and inspiration!

To join in, all you have to do is add your URL to the link list below and put my button anywhere on your site. It’s as simple as that; no post necessary. Just an easy way for moms to connect with other moms!

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