What’s This All About?

The new website is coming along and we’re almost there. In the meantime, I’ll share the reason I’m doing this in the first place.

Fifteen years ago I was a young mother at the end of another exhausting day, and I wondered, is this it?

I graduated college, worked years at a great company, and quit a promising career to be home with my children to wipe counters, noses and bottoms all day?

Today, I’m sitting in my office with piles of paper scattered across my desk, emails to answer, phone calls to make, and numbers to crunch. And I wonder, is this it?

I know I’m not the only one. You feel the same way. The restlessness, the divine discontent, a desire within your heart to make a difference. We all want to know our lives count.

I was in my 20s when I read John Maxwell’s book “Developing the Leader Within You”. The most important words of the entire book were these:

Sociologists tell us that even the most introverted person will influence 10,000 people in his or her lifetime.

I was astounded. To think that I would impact 10,000 or more people in my lifetime was amazing and humbling.

The 10,000 statistic is a pre-social media number. It’s not a stretch to guess that the most introverted person will impact an exponentially greater number of people in his or her lifetime. Fifty thousand, maybe even 100,000 with Facebook, Twitter, blogging, and all the other ways of connecting with others.

The statistic might have changed but the main point of John Maxwell’s book is a timeless truth: at its most basic, leadership is influence.

In other words, you matter. I matter. And what we do matters. 

That’s why I’m passionate about Live Like it Matters.

A couple of years ago, I issued Live Like It Matters challenges on my blog to remind myself and others of the significance of our day-to-day interactions. The challenges connect our desire to make a difference with our everyday lives. The challenges include:

  • say hello to a stranger
  • write a note to a coworker.
  • give a 40% tip the next time you eat at a restaurant
  • volunteer at a local charity for a day/a week/regularly

The challenges prompt us to look for opportunities to live like it matters right where we are.

Because some of the thousands we’ll reach are the people we meet day in and day out. One of yours may be the tired unnamed waitress that served you lunch on Sunday, a young man in your daughter’s class struggling with his identity, the homeless couple who sit on the curb near the mall you drive past each day, or the flustered UPS guy hauling heavy boxes inside your office building each morning.

We don’t have to be entertainers, politicians, professional athletes or authors to touch thousands. We don’t need Twitter followers, websites, or Facebook pages. It’s those of us in our workplaces, at the schools, and in lines at the grocery store checkouts who make the difference. We can live like it matters at the bank, the park, or the gym.

We live like it matters when we change diapers, wipe snotty noses, and wash dishes. Take heart, tired young parent, take heart. Home is the best place to live like it matters.

When we live like it matters our routines are rich with opportunity, the mundane is meaningful, and our lives turn from ordinary to extraordinary.

My writing, my blog, my website….all of it is about learning to live like it matters and encouraging us in it.

I’ll issue challenges occasionally and continue the regular features, like Monday School and Beauty Break.

I’ll still write just to write, too. I hope it will give you hope, make you ponder a thought you never have before, unlock a memory, see someone in a new way, or make you feel less alone.

Anne Lamott puts it this way, “a writer always tries, I think, to be part of the solution, to understand a little about life and to pass it on”.

This is me passing it on.

When the new website launches, this website will eventually redirect to the new site, but I’m not sure if new posts will show up in the WP reader. I’m still learning about this.

If you want to be sure to catch the new site, new challenges and all my new stuff please leave a comment and tell me you want to subscribe to the new site and I’ll add you to my email followers. 

Photo by Mr Cup / Fabien Barral on Unsplash

Victory

In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Victory.”

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How does a photo of a light pink sunrise over a foggy hay field show victory?

About 4 months ago I made a change. I wake up an hour earlier so that I can run in the morning before work.

The victory is that I run. For a long time I believed I couldn’t run. But I did it anyway. Barely, but I did it. As my endurance increased I started to believe I could run. The more I believed the longer I ran. The longer I ran the more I believed.

And now I run. I will run my 2nd official 5K Thanksgiving morning. I ran my first 5K in April. It was a significant event for me that I wrote about in a post called Run.

Victory.

Another victory in this is that I made a new habit. A good habit. That first morning was hard but I did it anyway. Now I wonder what took me so long because the morning run on my country roads is one of my favorite parts of the day.

I experience all sorts of beautiful things on my morning runs. The sound of birds chirping, cows bellowing, the rooster crowing. I see the bright moon and stars in the dark sky just before the sun wakes up, or fog blanketing the fields, or glistening dew, or a light pink sunrise. And occasionally one of my neighbors sitting on his front porch drinking his coffee. We wave at each other as I run by.

Victory.

We’re not locked into what was or what always has been. We can change now and make what will be better than we ever dreamed.

This victory is only the beginning. I’ve decided to move from strength to strength and I can’t wait to see what happens next.

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Grace

“……and life itself is grace.” Frederick Buechner

What inspires me? I’ve pondered this and there are thousands of inspirations around me everyday. But the reason for those inspirations is grace.

Grace is why we have the things that inspire us.

How can a photograph capture the air in my lungs? Or the sound of laughter? Or adequately express the joy of new parents?

I can’t photo the warmth of a campfire or truly capture the awe inspired by star-gazing.

The mystery of marriage or the connection of friendship can’t be photographed. Neither the triumph of victory or the “coming through” of a dark season of life or the endurance of someone suffering physical or emotional pain.

Or love. The kind that transforms us and causes us to want to be better than we are. The kind that is so deep and high and wide.

It’s grace.

And the One who created all of it is the grace-giver. He is why we enjoy every good thing. He’s the mountain maker and the One who fills the oceans. He made every living creature on land and in the seas.

He gives us rainbows and roses. He gives us Dads and dandelions, sisters and seashells, babies and ponies. The moon and blue moons, too.

He’s the One breathing life into each one of us. The One who loves us, came down to us, and died for us.

That’s grace.

Grace is here. Now. All around us.

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God, Creator of the heavens – he is, remember, God – Maker of earth –
He put it on it foundations, built it from scratch.
He didn’t go to all that trouble to just leave it empty, nothing in it.
He made it to be lived in.             Isaiah 45:18 (MSG)

In response to The Daily Post’s Profound.

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Out of the 902 photos that are on my phone right now (that’s after I deleted 166), I’m estimating that 70% of them are of my children.  Photos of my son playing football, prom pictures, school events, or my daughters posing for me when they feel especially beautiful or silly, beach pictures, and a lot of selfies of my 13 year old daughter. There are a few of the dog, too.

The rest of the photos are sunsets, or flowers, clouds, plants, blackberries, or turtles.  Rainbows, my yard, trees in my yard, or trees in the forest.  The ocean, waterfalls, rock formations, rivers, and fields.

The beauty of God’s creation is at times too wonderful for words.  So I capture them as best I can.  I’m no professional.

Just an amazed observer of God’s handiwork.

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Mimosa tree flower

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Cherry tree blooming
Cherry tree blooming
Dusk
Dusk

 Lord, you have made many things;
    with your wisdom you made them all.
    The earth is full of your riches.     Psalm 104:24 NCV

In response to The Daily Post’s Obvious.