Not too long ago, God brought this phrase to my mind: Shortchanged or short on change? It wasn’t a message I wanted to hear. It certainly wasn’t something I wanted to take to heart. I was in the early doldrums of a coming depressive episode… already in the mental quicksand of negative thought patterns, catastrophic thinking, and withdrawal into the fortress I’ve built over time to block out the rest of the world.
I was thinking this morning about God’s will for me. Several years ago, it was a revelation to me, embarrassingly, to discover that God’s will for all of us is to bring Him glory and that we do that by learning about Him, trusting Him, obeying Him, and walking in faith. If we do those things, we are assured not only to fulfill our purpose in this earthly life but also to be rewarded in heaven. And, as I’ve also deduced, this Christian journey will take each of us our entire lifetime to complete. As the saying goes, if you still have a pulse, then you have a purpose.
This strange season of quarantining, physically and socially distancing ourselves from others, and near constant monitoring of how we are collectively faring against COVID has produced in many of us a feeling of hitting the wall when it comes to prayer. Those of us for whom prayer is a lifestyle are ambling through days and nights, both wanting to keep and deepen our walk with God and struggling to stay on that path.
When God says “Write.”, I write. It is not always convenient. In fact, it rarely is. I have…
“You will be with child and give birth to a son, and you are to give him the…
Our younger daughter, Emmy, and I were riding in the car over the weekend, and out of nowhere,…
At a recent client event that my company had the opportunity to help produce, more than 700 women filled a ballroom and were asked a simple but profound question: If we could go back in time and give advice to our younger selves, what would we say? It sounds simple enough, but I think we can all attest, our lives might be significantly different if we had even a small kernel of wisdom then that we do now. And, therefore, what we would say, if we could only say one thing, seems incredibly important.
September 10, 2001, was a normal day, only, I was tired. I’d been working what seemed unruly hours to my 24 year-old self and hadn’t run errands, rested, or gone to get my physical in who knows how long. But, I was living the city life. New York had a captivating energy, almost like the pure oxygen that they pump into the casinos. It allows you to believe that you can run and run, and never have to stop. That day, though, I realized that I needed a time out. Just to get a few more hours of sleep and tend to myself. So, I requested a personal day the following day. The following day was September 11th.
Saying yes has been a life-reckoning decision. Mine was a big yes, but what has followed has been a hundred more, seemingly smaller yesses that’ve been followed by impacts I both see and do not see. I’ve realized that once I said my big yes, God began speaking to and through me, and that it’s up to me to continue to obey if I want to go deeper and live out His plan for me.
It dawned on me recently that August and Back to School are for me what January and New Year’s are to most people. The anarchy of summer finally yields to the familiar routines of waking and sleeping, carpooling, and working. Though more hectic, the start of the school year brings with it its forced ways that, like all good activity, after a few weeks, turn into habitual movements and synchronicity for all five of us. Or so I dream, anyway.