#TuesdaysinLeadership on a Wednesday? That’s crazy, Alicia. Sorry friends – my real life got in the way yesterday. But I’m still posting because last week’s podcast episode was too good not to process over here.
This last episode of Lead Stories Podcast was called Vision in Real Life and in it Jo and Steph discussed ways that we cast vision for our areas of leadership and in our lives. It’s a great episode if you’re wondering how to really hear your vision from God, if you’ve heard it and wanna know how to start, and if you’re needing to remember your vision.
One of the questions that Jo and Steph proposed in helping us find our vision was what do you find yourself drawn to/investing (blogs/books/podcasts)? Like when you’re doing the scroll through Facebook or Instagram, what types of things stop you or what topics do you frequently find yourself reading about?
I’ve always had a bend toward community. I find it fascinating – what makes good community? Why can finding it be so hard? What can we do to cultivate it? What do we do when it’s hard or it hurts?
Over the last several months I’ve found myself deeply drawn to reading through comment sections on political/emotionally charged posts. I know that comment sections are often filled with a lot of nonsense and that the internet is often not a place you go to have your mind changed. But I find myself seeking out places where people are ready to enter into the conversation. It’s so infrequent to see a space where people can come with differing mind sets and really hash it out.
I dream about settings where we can sit around a table, everyone getting the chance to make their case and then trying to find a common ground. No matter the topic – race, sexuality, politics, worship styles, personal conflicts – I wanna sit around a table and talk it out.
One of the reasons I wasn’t able to post yesterday is because I was asked to be a part of a panel of youth pastors. After the panel we were milling around with everyone and I got into a conversation about how to provide resources for navigating the switch to becoming more multiethnic.
It was like a light went on inside of me. Some dark corner that hadn’t seen light in a while was suddenly illuminated. In the church we are looking to become more multiethnic. Leaders who aren’t overly vocal about it off the bat come across like they don’t want it – like they are okay with their mono-ethnic culture. And yes there are leaders that feel that way.
But there are other leaders too – those that want it, understand the need for it but are stuck in the frozen place of not knowing how to walk forward. The times or places where they’ve tried inviting in other voices in have resulted in challenges. They want to work through it but something may be standing in the way.
It was great to have the start of that conversation – because we only had time for the start. But to say – yes, I hear you and I don’t have the resource per say but I wanna hear more. I want to find a way to have this conversation in a safe place and to lay it all out on the table.
Let’s talk about the good, the hard and the how to move forward. Could I offer up some books for you to read, people to follow to hear stories – yes. But isn’t it better for us to discover it together?
Impossible things in Your name shall be done
I preached yesterday through my life verse and the verses surrounding it. It’s a sermon that’s been building in me for the last several years as I’ve lived into the truth found in it. You can hear the full sermon here.
For I am confident of this, that God who began a good work within you will continue His work until it is finally finished on the day when Christ Jesus returns.
-Philippians 1:6
I’ve been carrying around this nesting dolls metaphor since last September when I first heard Shauna Niequist talk about it at Belong. She was talking about how, as we live life, we keep putting identities on top of ourselves. But she pointed out that the first identity – that smallest little nesting doll – is that of child of God.
What she said immediately resonated with me and confused me at the same time. But, Shauna, I wanted to say, I had a lot of identities before I claimed the one that is Child of God.
I wandered a long time (relative to my short life) before I really encountered this Triune God that I gave my life to – so how can that be the center of my identity? In my own mind, I was already firmly established at 16, so when I added Jesus into my life, he was the new layer put on top, not the base.
Then I looked back on my early life and there are these moments that I don’t really understand. I came to the realization that God was there all along – alive and at work in my life. Even before I had a name for him or space in my life for him.
My 2016 word for the year was alive. Last January I wanted to be alert to where God was at work all around me in my day to day life. I wanted to be aware of him. I didn’t realize that much of that task was going to be seeing where he had been alive in my past. Where he had intervened on my behalf long before I knew it.
I’ve reoriented my whole life around this call that God placed on my life. And yet I still was viewing my identity in Christ as something I put on as a teenager. I hadn’t really allowed it to be the core of who I am. It took me the last several months between when I first heard this metaphor until when I preached it to realize what I’d been missing.
In the spring of 2007, I had graduated from college and was heading off to intern at a church half way across the country. One of my mentors at the time gave me a card with Philippians 1:6 written in it. She was encouraging me on my journey, telling me to keep going because God was the one at work. I still have that card and this verse became my life verse.
I see it now in a much broader light. This God, the same God of Israel, the same God who sent His Son, the same God who revealed himself to Paul, the same God through centuries of Christianity. The same God that found me as a broken hearted teenager. He’s the God at work in me, in those around me and in the world.
This past December one of my students texted me asking for my favorite verse. I sent her this verse without really thinking why she needed it. A couple weeks later I found out. I opened my Christmas present from four of my HS girls. In it was an ornament with the words “Carry On” and “Phil 1:6” on it. They told me they were at an art fair and saw these ornaments. So when they heard my verse they looked it up and summarized it as Carry On.
Two simple words that mean so much more than they seem to. When we claim our identity in Christ, we carry on his work in our lives and in our world.
So let’s claim that identity together this year. We are children of God, accepted as forgiven family members.
I ask thee to stay close by me forever
I’ve been working through this document put out by the Lead Stories Podcast on wrapping up 2016 and looking forward to 2017. One of the activities it leads you through is to read Psalm 139 and reflect. As I was reading, one particular verse leapt off the page at me, here it is in context:
O Lord, you have searched me and known me!
You know when I sit down and when I rise up;
you discern my thoughts from afar.
You search out my path and my lying down
and are acquainted with all my ways.
Even before a word is on my tongue,
behold, O Lord, you know it altogether.
You hem me in, behind and before,
and lay your hand upon me.
Such knowledge is too wonderful for me;
it is high; I cannot attain it.
-Psalm 139:1-6 (ESV)
Yesterday morning at church our kids dressed up to help us tell the story of Christmas. We had angels, shepherds and one cutie little cow. As I was helping hand out costumes I was making some last minute alterations to the costumes for our littler angels. Before you get too impressed – this simply meant I was cutting the fabric to make the dresses shorter. Nothing fancy, just a pair of scissors and a rough estimate of how much I wanted to take off.
For some of the pieces it was easy – make a snip and then tear it the length of the fabric. In other cases I had to cut through seams or hems. The former was easy because if you cut in the right direction, the fabric just tears in a straight line. The latter was more difficult because seams and hems are strong. Hems especially are meant to withstand some tension. They are made strong because of the style of stitching and folding.
So when I read this passage, the word HEM jumped at me. I thought about cutting the costumes yesterday. I thought about how hems are meant to protect our garments. Being hemmed in by God is an act of protection.
The whole psalm is about how well God knows us. How even before we were formed he knew the days of our lives set aside for us. This section at the beginning talks about how he knows our rhythms. As I read it I knew that God was saying to me: I know it all. I know the stress of this season, the busyness of your job, the movement and the stillness. Before you even call out to me, I know. I hem you in and I place my hand over you.
He has hemmed me in. He has sown an area of protection around me and inside of that he lays his hand upon me. He reminds me with his touch that he’s here. He’s always here. He is Immanuel – God with us. God with me.
I’ve often felt in the hustle of life that my life is uncharted. There’s no plan in place, everything I know and love can change in an instant. It all feels random how I’ve made it here, to this place. But today as I was reading this beautiful psalm, that I’ve read probably 1000 times, I realized that my life is not uncharted. It’s known. Not by me, but by Him.
And as the psalmist writes – that knowledge is too wonderful for me. Which means two things to me – this knowledge (my life plan) is actually too wonderful and too high for me to attain. I cannot know it all now, I must keep moving forward knowing that He has it mapped out. But also it brings up that joyful feeling when someone you care about shows you they care too. That God would love me that much. That he would know me that well. That is a feeling of joy that I simply cannot hold in.
So in this season of advent, I’m realizing what I’m waiting for. I’m waiting to see how my life will unfold. I’m waiting for whatever big thing is on the horizon – good, bad or indifferent. And for the next week at least I’m going to live into that waiting with the knowledge that it’s not completely unknown.
I’ve been hemmed in by the Creator of the universe. In all circumstances he is there and his hand is upon me. So I echo the line from Away in a Manger that I used as the title for this post –
I ask thee – stay close by me. Forever.
Say You Won't Let Go
It’s time to bring back #TuesdaysinLeadership! If you’re new(ish) to my blog, this series is where I discuss a topic of leadership in response to a podcast that I’m currently digging – the podcast is called Lead Stories. It’s a podcast where two amazing women discuss topics and questions surrounding leadership. This week we’re going to take a look at Season 01: Episode 44: The Leader Behind the Scenes: Who are Your People?
This was exactly the podcast I needed to hear this week. I love this discussion and it prompted me to step out of my comfort zone in one of my relationships.
In their discussion, Jo and Steph both let us in and told us who their people are and how they connect with that group. When you’re a person in leadership, you need people who have your back and who get you. You need relationships with people that care about you and challenge you. It’s something I always acknowledge that I need but have struggled having it. Part of that is due to transitions in life, my people have moved away, I’ve moved away. It’s created continuity issues.
In this conversation, Steph brought up the idea of having a DTR with your people. We use that term in romantic relationships where you sit down and have that awkward conversation about what you both want and need and whether that can happen together. But Steph said challenged their listeners to have that DTR with the people you are hoping to count on, otherwise you may go to lean on them and they won’t be there – like a failed trust fall.
I’ve never thought of that before. To actually have a face to face conversation with someone I’m hoping to have some level of vulnerability and trust with, to invite someone to become one of my people. I love this idea of putting out there what you need and asking what the other person needs and then agreeing to a level of friendship that works for those needs.
So that begged the question – what do I need? I had to do some soul searching and praying to know what exactly I was in need of in my relationships. What am I looking for beyond having fun with them and compatibility. Here’s what I came up with:
Loyalty
I’ve shared about this here before but I have some level of trust issues. I’m working through it but sometimes they still rear their ugly little heads. So loyalty is something I prioritize in my relationships. Here’s how I define this characteristic: loyalty in relations someone who has my back through thick and thin. It’s someone that I can take everything they say and do at face value and not question if I’m getting the ‘real story.’ In a world where gossip sometimes disguises itself as telling a story or processing a situation, I need my closest relationships to be people who will have my back.
Grace and Accountability
I am in no way perfect. I don’t lead perfectly, I am not a perfect friend, I may be a perfectionist but I often fail at that too. So something I look for in friendship is both grace for when I will inevitably screw up and accountability to push me to be better. No one wants to hear that they messed up but I need my friends to tell me when I’m being too stubborn or when I need to take a deeper look at why I do what I do.
Confidentiality
Again with the trust, there are times I need to talk about things that need to stay between me and my people. I’ve been burned in this way before, and it might be because I am so open with my own life. But I need my friends to know that my story is mine to tell.
Respect and Attention
This one sounds weird – but again it comes from having known the opposite. I want to have friends who are willing to truly listen to what’s going on in my life and ask about it. Too often I’ve had friends who ask me about something but then don’t really want to listen. Or immediately tell me about something they experienced rather than listen to my full answer. I’m an external processor and I need my people to be those willing to deep dive with me.
As I listened to Jo and Steph talk about who their people are and how we can identify our people – I realized that before I could even identify my people, I needed to ask myself what I needed. That’s why I made this list. Then, as I made this list, I realized that those who I already called my people already contain these characteristics. It also led to a conversation where I invited someone new in.
Friendships are a tricky thing, especially for those in leadership. But when we are honest with what we need then it may be easier to define who can be our support system. It’s great to have clear expectations for our relationships so that we know if we are asking the right amount and if our people can feel like they can provide for them.
Also, obviously this is a two way street. You need to ask your people what they need from you so you can provide that for them. But it starts with you –
what do you need from your people?
so if it matters, Let It Matter
I woke up this morning and followed my usual routine. I checked my social medias, always ending with Timehop – that app that shows you what you’ve posted this day on years past. Before I even tapped on that little yellow blue square I knew what I would find.
Today’s the 7th anniversary of the day he passed away. I knew that I would scroll through those pictures posted on this day over the last several years. Always a family picture with some caption on how much I miss him. But this morning as I contemplated what to share – what picture, what story, how to convey the ache in my heart that feels a little deeper today.
But I couldn’t quite figure it out. I couldn’t figure out why planning my usual Instagram post wasn’t making me feel better. So instead I got up, got ready, slid my dad’s old watch onto my wrist and went about my day.
But I still felt off. The thing with grief is that it never really plays by the rules. There isn’t a time table or a playbook that you can consult to know what is the right course of action. So you just try to keep going and hope you’ll find the way. Today felt a little like that. If I’m honest, a lot of days feel a little like that. The weirdest things will trigger that pull of loss. And it will knock me off my axis.
Over these past 7 years I’ve found a few ways that help me get back on track when I’m feeling the tug. Instead of completely shutting down, I’ve learned to cope. Here are a few of my methods –
Invite someone into the pain
I think that’s what I’ve always tried to do with my “tribute” posts. Maybe even what I’m trying to do with this blog post. A lot of people around me have experienced loss. God has placed people into my life that have similar grief to my own. Those people have entered into my story with me: asked questions to know more about my dad, given me space to not be 100%, prayed for me, not pressured me into moving too fast. Grief looks different for everyone, those that have entered into my grief with me and allowed me to feel it however I need to in a specific moments are the friends I continue to turn to on this day every year.
Do something that brings you joy
Today I started a mentoring program that our church is doing at a local elementary school. It was our first day, so I met my mentee for the first time today. I’m a long time fan of mentoring and have always seen the fruit of spending one on one time with a child or youth. That simple act today – getting to know my mentee brought me a kind of joy that helped me see how the pain of my past could be used to help someone else.
Take your mind off it
Sometimes what I need is to occupy my mind. To remind myself that the world around me is still turning even if my heart is broken. I’ve learned to recognize that in myself, especially more recent years, that I am strong enough to close the box on the grief. Somedays I need to remind myself that grief is real but it’s not in control. I am in control of my emotions. There were countless times today that I had to refocus myself, to not let my grief mess with what I was doing. It’s a skill I’ve learned over time but an important one that I’m glad I have now. No longer do I have to let grief completely shut me down.
When all else fails – Let it matter
There’s a song off of JOHNNYSWIM’s new album called Let it Matter. Both members of the couple lost one of their parents and they wrote this song in their grief. One of my favorite lines is – “I don’t wanna feel better, I don’t wanna feel good, I wanna feel it hurt like losing someone should.” If my last one was knowing when I need to take my mind off of it, this one is about knowing when I can’t take my mind off of it. As they say in the song – “if your heart is breaking let it ache.” Some moments I need to let it matter. I need to cry or vent or feel the depth of losing my father to an awful disease that robbed me of several good years and half a lifetime of memories.
I loved my dad. I still miss him, I will always miss him. He left this life too soon and it’s not fair. Grief is never fair.
If you’ve lost someone you love, maybe this resonates with you. Maybe my words can help you on the road to figuring out what makes you feel normal again. Because that’s what grief does to you – it takes away your normal. When the world around you is still spinning, still planning, still going on as if there wasn’t a gaping hole in your heart, you have lost your normal. Then you’re left figuring out a new normal, but even trying to find a new normal reminds you that you lost your normal. And the cycle continues.
There’s no way out of the cycle. But, dear friends, you are not alone. We’re in this together. We’re walking the road together. Let’s find some ways to cope together – I’ll share mine if you share yours.
what's the point in all this screaming – no one's listening anyway
Last month, I was at a pastors’ conference with my lead pastor and her mom. We walked into the building and up to the check in table, the two of them on either side of me. Another woman approached the table and greeted the two of them, looked at me and said something to the effect of “You’re like the contrast in the middle.” For half a second, my breath caught in my throat. I was surprised by her comment, her lack of greeting to me and was trying to decide how to react.
I chose laughter, a shrug and “Something like that.”
Later that night I was reflecting on this comment. It stuck with me long after a full evening of fellowship, worship and teaching. If I was watching the scene unfold from the outside, devoid of a deep knowledge of anyone in the situation, her comment would have sounded odd, perhaps racially charged.
But I am not devoid of that knowledge. The woman speaking is a former professor of mine. I know her, I understand her heart. Her observation was a simple one, my lead pastor and her mom are both tall blonde women. I am shorter with dark brown hair. I am sure that her comment was a literal comparison between our hair colors. Knowing her character made it easier for me to laugh the comment off because I knew she didn’t mean offense by it. There is a part of me that still kind of wishes she hadn’t said it because for me it was an arrow at all of my insecurities. But that part of me, the part that believes the lies I’ve been told most of my life, that part could be reasoned with and told to shut up and sit down.
This time.
A couple of weeks ago I was listening to the Relevant Podcast. It’s one of my favorite pastimes, I love the cast and they usually bring topics that really push me to grow. One of the cast members brought a story about clergy salaries at churches. The example the article was bringing was of a large church which meant the pastor’s salary was fairly high. A conversation ensued on the podcast that rubbed me the wrong way. I felt the anger of being misunderstood as a pastor rearing its ugly head. The statements they were making were barely factual, in my opinion, in my circumstance. I felt like I needed to stand up for all the pastors of small churches whose lives do not look like expensive cars, clothes and a life free of financial worries.
So I did something I never do. I fired off a passive aggressive tweet. I told myself I was just applauding one cast member for offering a different opinion. For a few minutes I felt empowered, my voice had been heard.
Until they fired a tweet back at me. Challenging my opinion with the classic, “we never said it like that.”
I was taken aback by the harshness in their tweet. It didn’t seem to fit with the brand that I’ve fallen in love with over the last couple of years. I replied with less sting and it was over.
Except I found myself still not sure how to listen to the podcast without remembering that interaction. Until this last week’s episode, when they addressed internet interactions. They referred back to that same episode that had rubbed me the wrong way – they had apparently gotten a lot of negative feedback.
In their discussion, one of their comments was that people often fire back when the article/discussion/post goes against their highly specified situation. And I realized that was exactly what I had done. Instead of taking the whole story and discussion into mind, I only thought of how my situation was different.
Their discussion was on a micro-situation and my micro-situation was different and that made me mad. And I reacted from that anger. I tried to use 140 characters to change their minds. When in reality what they were saying about that specific context was correct. Their minds didn’t need to be changed, my mind needed to be broadened.
Both of these situations have shed light on the world for me. They seem different, but in reality they are similar.
In both situations something I held dear was challenged.
In both situations I was given an option to react.
In both situations I reacted.
In the first situation I was able to react in a tempered manner because of what I knew about the person on the other side of the equation.
In the second situation I reacted rashly because of my perception of knowing the people on the other side. I’ve been listening to this podcast for a while, following each of the cast members on various social media platforms and that makes me think I know who they are on a deeper level. But the truth is, I don’t know them, in reality. Also, I tweeted it. I didn’t respond to them directly, I put it out there in the world.
What I’m learning about the world these days is that the internet tricks us into thinking we know more than we do. The perceived knowledge we have emboldens us to speak our opinions on all sorts of topics and people.
But sometimes I need to remind myself that no matter how much access social media gives me to the behind the scenes life of those I follow, I am a follower and not a friend. Not all of my thoughts need to be said “out loud” on the internet. Because no matter how long I take to craft the words in that tweet or comment, it will be read by people who don’t know me, by those who don’t know my heart or my experiences. Misinterpretation is a vicious cycle that doesn’t end until we try and see the other person’s point of view.
Unstoppable God let your glory go on and on
I’m currently sitting in the car driving back from a staff retreat in Michigan. It’s been an amazing couple of days as we’ve celebrated, processed and enjoyed the company of each other.
We started off this retreat with a spiritual practice on the shores of Lake Michigan, listening to God and reflecting on what is setting in our lives. Like the sun sets, what in our lives is it time to let go of in order for new things to rise.
I realized that for most of my adult Christian life, this Lake has been where I see God. Where he has revealed himself to me in so many ways. And how many times I almost missed what he had for me. So as I join in on this week’s link up at Mrs. Discple, I’m continuing to process this. So here we go –
#FridayFive: Blessings I almost missed out on
Solitude
When I first moved to MI in 2007, I barely knew anyone. It was my first experience away from my family. I was also in the midst of a particularly challenging season where it felt like I was constantly running away. One day I went to the beach of Lake Michigan with my head phones and iPod, ready to spend time with God through my music. Only I got to the beach and my iPod was dead. I remember being so mad. How am I supposed to hear from God without my music?? But I sat down in the sand anyway. I had never been still before God. Silent before God.
In those moments I felt God in a new and powerful way. It started me down a path of healing. I’ve always struggled with being alone- I’m an extrovert. But I’ve come to a point now where I can be alone and not feel lonely. There are so many times in my life I wish I could go back to and tell younger me to be okay by herself.
Paying my dues
When I’m in a healthy place I understand my own limitations. There was a time in my early ministry days when I was offered a job I was not ready for. I turned it down because of it. But there was another time of my life that I wasn’t offered a job I thought I was ready for. Instead I was offered an opportunity to be mentored and grow. I was really disappointed. But I took the opportunity given to me and now I know that God still had things to do with me.
The year that followed that hard decision was an unbelievable blessing. My ministry has benefited from that year of refining and growing. But I almost missed it because I thought I was ready before my time.
Influence of deep friendships
I am a 2 on the Enneagram – I’m called the loving one. The way I function in relationship is to always be looking to care for people. Sometimes that opens me up to being used and taken advantage of, I put others needs before my own. I went through a season of life where I was constantly giving of myself but not getting much back. It closed me off to having meaningful relationships. I always felt that no one could give me what I needed and I was constantly giving others whatever they needed.
I had a friend come into my life that was also a 2. Frequent readers know her as my Roomsmate. She entered my life in a time when I needed someone to care for me. To ask me how I was doing. Through her love and friendship I was able to open up more. Process why I felt the way I felt because she felt it too. I wasn’t alone.
Through that blessing of a relationship, I was able to quantify what I needed in friendship. So now, I can see relationships for what they are and choose my investment level. I understand more now what I need in my closest friends in order to feel filled.
Camp
I might just be writing this one because I’m the last month I’ve been to three of our denomination’s camps. But let’s just talk about camp.
I did not grow up going to camp. I went camping a ton and I went to sleep away Girl Scout camp. But I did not do camp the way that most of my colleagues did camp. To be really honest, I never understood the appeal. I didn’t get why people talked about it all the time. It seemed a bit like a cult classic movie I’d never seen.
But then I discovered camp. As an adult I’ve fallen in love with camp. Mostly because the three camps near us are really spectacular but also because I’m starting to see it through their eyes. The beauty of life at camp is something that tugs on my heart. I love my job and I love getting to do ministry in this church so don’t worry friends- I’m not leaving. But I’ll be glad to drive up to camp any day.
Trying new things
I can be a bit of an nay sayer. I’m sure we can talk about my psychological development and get to the root of it. But simply put, I’m not super into trying new things. I’m set in my ways, just a bit. But recently I’ve found myself trying to do more out of my comfort zone. Challenging myself to shake off my insecurities and just live my life. Suddenly I’m thinking, what have I been doing all these years?
When we let our insecurities stop us from living, we are being robbed of a blessing. We may hate the new things, but what if those new things let us understand God or others in a new way.
More on this to come because I’m still processing. But I’ve almost missed out on a lot of blessings and moving forward I want to keep my eyes open for more of God and less of the lies that hold me still.
you're the reason I'm still up at dawn
I’m in both a career and a life stage where I am surrounded by moms. I serve as a Pastor to Youth, Kids and their families. And all my friends are having babies… okay not all my friends, but a lot of them. So while I don’t have kids of my own, I recognize the struggles that come along with being a mama to little ones. I see them in the eyes of my friends, of the women I do ministry with, of random women I see at the grocery store and at Target.
So today’s prompt for the #FridayFive over at Mrs. Disciple hits me right in the heart. My version of this prompt will be things I want all my young mom friends to know. Five things from me to you, things I want to know in your heart of hearts. Think of it as a little love letter from me to you.
#FridayFive: Five statements to my Mama to Littles friends
I see you.
I know it’s easy to get lost in the fray of small children. I’ve seen it time and time again when we’re out. People address your kids more than you. OR WORSE – they critique your parenting choices from a 10 second observation in the aisle of a store. You are a beautiful mama and yes your kids are SUPER cute and that’s why people coo over them, but you are amazing too. You are their mama – those cuties are your cuties. So I want you to know that I see you – doing your best, keeping your kids fed, clean and happy. I see all the hard work that goes into it, even when it feels like no one sees you.
Your child’s crying doesn’t bother me
I don’t know when it became socially unacceptable for kids to cry. They have very little control over their little bodies and their big emotions. To mamas I don’t know in the stores – I wish you didn’t need to feel the need to apologize for your child’s crying. You can’t control it and chances are that they can’t either. I know you’re doing all that you can, sometimes kids cry and it’s okay. You just do you and I promise I’m not judging.
I’m sorry when I say stupid things
I know they’re going to come out. No matter my experience with kids or my own nieces, chances are I’m going to say something that I don’t mean. It may come out as judgmental or like I’m telling you what to do. Or I may accidentally be braggy about sleeping in until 9 a.m. on a Saturday. I don’t have kids – I don’t fully understand. I know that, you know that – but I’m human and I’m going to slip up sometimes. I’m also sorry for all the times other people have said mean things or given you advice that makes you feel like a bad mom. You’re not a bad mom. They don’t have your kids or your situation. You need to do what’s right for your family, so you do you. Always remember Amy Poehler says we’re allowed to say, “Good for you, not for me.”
I’m so proud of you
I seriously have some of the greatest mama friends. I see them fighting for, loving, protecting, playing with, comforting their kids every day. They’ve each seen struggles in their journeys and they have triumphed in amazing ways. They get up every morning and do what needs to be done for their kids. I’ll never get over how cool it is that they get to be moms to some of the most amazing kiddos I know. How great they each were created to be exactly what those kids need. God has shown up in amazing ways in their lives and I’m so proud that I get to call them my friends.
Thank you for letting me be a part of your kids lives.
I don’t say this enough – but thank you. Your kids are a delight to know. I know it is an honor to be able to be a part of their lives. To be an extra Auntie, to be their Pastor, to be a Miss Alicia, to be a presence in their lives. You’ve trusted me with one (or more) of your most precious possessions and I am honored. I love knowing your kids. That first time they say my name, the first time they choose to come to me to tell me about their day, those days they ask if I can come to lunch with you, the sadness when they finally learn to say all the letters in my name – I treasure it all. I will never get sick of hearing their stories, of reading the same books over and over again, of pushing them on a swing, of retelling them all my bee stories.
To all my mama friends – I love you all. You’re doing great and I’m on your side.
I'll give credit where I think credits due
As you can tell, I’m trying to get back into the rhythm of writing more, so I’m rejoining the link up over at Mrsdisciple.com. Today’s prompt for the Friday Five is Men I admire. I should have started last week – her prompt was women I admire, but since I’m constantly talking about those women out there that I follow, we’ll start here.
I’ve decided to take some liberty with this week’s prompts – I’m choosing characteristics of men I admire. This is not to say that the list I include within each category only fit into that category, but they are the people who I think really encompass these traits that I admire. These will be both people I know in real life (whose last names I’ll leave out for privacy purposes) and those who I follow online. So without further ado:
Friday Five: Five (Types of) Men I Admire:
World Changers
I admire men in this world who are trying to leave their spheres of influence better than how they found them. They know that they have influence and power and they use it to challenge the way we see the world. I admire this because I aim to do this as well and I’ve learned from all of these men in one way or another. Included in this category: my dear friend Dominique who challenges me daily to be better. Propaganda. Cameron Strang.
Artists (mostly Music)
I’ve always had an admiration for people who are creative. I love artists who can take their craft and create something worth listening to, looking at, watching … I admire people who use honesty and vulnerability to create something beautiful. Of course this includes Ben Rector, Matt Wertz, Lin Manuel Miranda, the men of The Fray.
Good Fathers/Husbands
This category I can only fill with people I do know. I think it’s hard to look at people you don’t know and say that they are really good at this, but I also think it’s been so important for me to see what this looks like. As someone who grew up with a complicated relationship with her own father, I really value the people in my life who have retaught me what it looks like to have a healthy marriage and a positive relationship with their kids. This list is long, which is only to say that I have been blessed to be surrounded by some of the best men (and women) there are out there. This includes both Papa Curt and Kurt, both Tims, Fredrik, Chris, Lee, Mark, Nate, Gary, both Adams, Tyler… the list could go on and on and on…
Pastors
I obviously learn a lot from other pastors who have taught me what it means to be in this role. It’s one of those types of positions where everyone who holds it is the same but at the same time so vastly different. I have learned a lot from past mentors, colleagues and others who have poured into me. This includes Curt, Tim, Nate, Mark, Russ, Bill, Josh, Nate, Paul, other Tim, Eric and countless others.
Authors/Teachers
Lastly, those who I aspire to be like in my writing and teaching. Men who have taken topics and given them life through words and deed. This includes Brandon Hatmaker, Donald Miller, Nathan Albert, Klyne Snodgrass, Soong-Chan Rah, James Bruckner. Some of those men I now personally but I want you to read there stuff or take their classes, so I’m including their full names.
We're never getting older
This last week I traveled back to my hometown to go to the Belong Tour with the Goddaughter. It was part of a trip to renew myself – spiritually and physically. My hope was to take time to vision cast. For myself, for ministry and to spend time pouring into myself.
There’s this lake near my house that I used to walk around whenever I needed some perspective. It’s right outside my neighborhood and throughout high school and college it was a sacred place for me. It has this hill on the backside of the lake that when you got to the top you could look out over the neighborhood and see the mountains in the background. It was my favorite view.
This last trip home I realized the view changed. I hadn’t walked the lake in several years. So many trips home have been too busy to even get a walk or run in, but this trip I took to the trail to get a glimpse of that view. But when I rounded the corner, up the hill, I looked out and realized I couldn’t see the mountains anymore. The trees of the neighborhood have grown over the last 10 years and all you see are the tops of the trees.
The pictures above are my best efforts to capture this change. On the left is a picture from March of 2006. I was a junior in college – life in complete disarray – or so I thought. I clearly remember the walk I took, desperate to see something bigger than myself. I almost wish I could go back to that 20 year old version of myself and tell her what’s to come. To take a deep breath and brace yourself because it’s gonna get a whole lot worse before it gets better.
In 2006 I was in the throws of my first heartbreak. I was on staff at my home church for the first time, working out what it meant to be called to youth ministry. I was mentoring a group of girls for the first time. I was coming to terms with the concept of a broken family. I spent my days doing homework at a random little coffee shop in a theater because my friend worked there and sometimes gave me free upgrades on my order. I was just getting to know some friends who would become my closest allies in the darkest parts of my story.
The picture on the right was last week. Every time I go home I have that nostalgia for the life that I lived in CO. But this last trip really gave me some perspective. I ran into that boy who broke my heart and was genuinely happy for the man he’d become all these years later. In a moment of divine appointment, I ran into one of the girls who I was mentoring back then and met her son, watched her loving talk to her husband and tell me all about their life these days. That same friend who used to give me free coffee now owns his own coffee shop and I spent the day dreaming about life and ministry in that gorgeous space. Also attending the Belong Tour was my own youth pastor who gave me my first chance to do ministry.
In the 10 years of life between these two pictures, so much has changed. It’s not just trees that have grown, I have too. In those 10 years I have lived in 5 different states. I have worked at 4 churches doing internships and gaining experience. I was ordained and called to a church that I love to do a work I feel very passionate about. I’ve learned to become healthy in the midst of heartbreak and joy.
I’ve become someone who knows there is no truth to the feeling that we will never get older. Nor is there really any desire in my heart to not get older. These years have been a gift to me, a blessing that has been bestowed on me.
As we grow, we keep adding identities on top of one another. The girl I was 10 years ago that took that sunset picture in an attempt to be artsy is still in me, like a nesting doll with head phones blaring John Mayer. She’s been covered with new versions of me. And what I’m realizing more and more is that I like this most outer nesting doll. And I can’t wait to see what the next one looks like.