Get Out Of Your Comfort Zone!


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Life begins at the end of your comfort zone.”

A few weeks ago, I received a call from a photographer friend.

Could I help her with a wedding? She had broken a bone in her wrist and if the resulting cast was not removed in time, she would be hard-pressed to carry out her photographic duties.

I was so excited! (Not about her wrist but about the chance to help photograph this wedding).

I hung up the phone and immediately dove into my photography  books, writing down ideas for poses, camera settings, etc. I fell asleep with one of the books on my chest.

Then around 1:00 in the morning, I awoke in a cold sweat.

What had I done???

Was I ready to shoot a wedding??? It has only been one year since I took my first photography class!

What if I messed up? What if all my settings were wrong? What if the photos were blurry?

I was simultaneously thrilled and nauseated. I briefly considered calling my friend and suggesting that a professional photographer we both know might be better suited for this.

However, I never made that call because I somehow knew this was a defining moment in my life.

On the day of the wedding, I was scared to death. This was it. No turning back. I had studied and practiced and studied and practiced some more; yet I had the alarming feeling that all of that knowledge had left my brain faster than a morning mist vanishes under a summer sun!

As I was getting ready, Jesus reminded me of the Scripture He had given me for 2012: “I have strength for all things in Christ who empowers me (I am ready for anything and equal to anything through Him who infuses inner strength into me. I am self-sufficient in Christ’s sufficiency).” (Philippians   4:13). 

Immediately I felt my heart still.

Jesus had given me this opportunity. He had called me to it…which meant that I was ready for it and equal to the task!

Besides, He is the Master Photographer. He would be there to help me.

To make a long story short, I grabbed my camera and never let go and it was a marvelous ride!

The bride and groom were an absolute joy and their families were a fun bunch. At the end of the day, I was exhausted but exhilarated.

I had done it! I had gone waaaaay out of my comfort zone and lived to tell about it!

He had indeed empowered me and given me the strength to rise to the occasion. The venue was very challenging to photograph for a variety of reasons but I know that He gave me the ideas for the settings I needed to use. He was right there beside me as He always is, cheering me on, encouraging me, supporting me.

Life…real life…truly does happen only when we choose leave the restricting confines of our comfort zones.

Will things always go smoothly? No.

Will you make mistakes? Yes.

But…you will never know the sheer invigorating  joy and freedom that accompany taking a risk if you are not willing to leave the shore and launch out into the deep.  Rather than being gloriously enlarged, your soul will become small, confined, hardened, stifled.

What opportunity has He given you?

Are you ready to seize the day and say YES? If not, what is holding you back?

If He has called you to it, He knows that in His strength, you are ready for anything and equal to anything.

As Ann Voskamp has said, “Fear makes a life small.”

You were placed on this earth by your Creator to matter. To scale new heights. To make an eternal impact.

What are your gifts?

Are you using them?

The world needs you…your talent, your voice, your passion! There is no one like you on the face of this earth.

At the end of your days, you will not regret the risks you have taken. But you will regret playing it safe and living the small.

Today, make the choice to step decisively out of your comfort zone.

True life awaits you!

P.S. If you would care to remember me in your prayers this Saturday, I would appreciate it! I am photographing the prom at our local high school…another chance to step out of my comfort zone! :)  

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10 Billion Years From Now…


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Recently, I was listening to one of David Platt’s sermons and he said something that caused me to sit up straight: “So many things we focus on will not matter in 10 years, let alone 10 billion years from now. We are blinded by the temporal and the trivial.”

Given that I am currently quite preoccupied by the fact that we are dealing with a bank that is moving slower than a snail, I had to admit that this issue certainly will not matter in ten billion years.

What is the only thing that will matter 10 billion years from now?

Jesus.

It always comes back to Jesus.  The One Who was, Who is, Who is to come.

The Creator and Sustainer of this world. The Great I AM. The Messiah. The Savior.

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I was reminded of this afresh on Saturday night.

Our family attended a play at the high school that evening. Several of our kids’ friends were in the show and it was a very enjoyable evening.

After the curtain fell, everyone spilled out into the lobby to congratulate the cast on a job well done. I had stepped away after taking my turn through the line and was waiting by the doors for my husband to finish when a friend approached me.

The look on her face was very serious.

“We got devastating news,” she said softly.

Her husband was diagnosed with cancer last summer. After a grueling treatment, the cancer was still ravaging his body. In a last ditch effort to save his life, another round of treatment was begun in February. Hopes were high that this would work.

It was not to be.

“The treatment isn’t working. The main focus now is just to make him comfortable.”

I glanced over at her husband, who was standing against a wall with one of their neighbors. He looked so frail, so sad. He had just witnessed his son steal the show with his amazing comedic timing on the stage. He will not live to see another play or to see his son graduate next year. I noticed that his gaze was riveted on his boy across the room, as if trying to memorize his face.

“I’m so sorry,” I whispered as I drew her into a hug. She felt thin, small. There were lines on her face that were not there when I first met her three years ago.

In the midst of  a room filled with the energy of youth and hearty laughter, reality crashed into my heart with the force of a bullet shattering glass and my eyes filled with tears.

This life is not a dress rehearsal.

How we live out our eighty or so years on this planet will directly affect where we will spend eternity.

The instant we die, we will immediately come face to face with the risen Christ. We will either see Him as our Savior or our Judge.  The choice is ours.

Sin against a holy God has to go somewhere.  Either we pay for the full penalty of our sin and experience the horrors of a Christless eternity or we run to the cross in desperation with all our strength and throw ourselves on the breathtaking grace and mercy of the perfect God-Man who died in our place so that we might live.

Nothing else will matter on that day: not our health, our bank account, our home, our possessions, our job, our marital status, our college degrees, our titles. Nothing.

Where is your focus? Is it on the eternal: God, His Word, and people?

Or is your one precious life slipping quietly away as you  obsess about the mundane and trivial and temporal?

Wake up!!!

And please pray for this man who does not (yet) know Jesus. He has less than two months left on this earth.

“This world has been condemned to ultimate dissolution. The human spirit persists beyond the grave and there indeed is a world to come. The church is constantly being tempted to accept this world as her home…we would do well to contemplate the long tomorrow. —A.W. Tozer

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Friday Photos: Laughter


“A day without laughter is a day wasted.”—Charlie Chaplin

My mom celebrated her 78th birthday last week.

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She recently told me that since she moved to New England six months ago, she cannot remember laughing so much.

I am blessed to have one of the funniest families I know. Not only do we all have a great sense of humor, but none of us are afraid to laugh at ourselves.

Mom fits in very well. :)

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“A smile starts on the lips. A grin spreads to the eyes. A chuckle comes from the belly. But a good laugh bursts forth from the soul…overflows and bubbles all around.”—Carolyn Birmingham 

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Things Left Unsaid


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The letter had been written, typed, and carefully packed into the luggage.

A heart spilled  out onto the page, sharing things that were easier to say with keyboard than with voice.

However, the man for whom the letter was intended would never read it.

His time on earth ended abruptly and he entered eternity just hours before his son would board a plane for a visit with him.

There would be no opportunity to say goodbye, to find closure, to discover what his father had wanted to say when he requested his son’s presence at his bedside.

Things will forever remain unsaid between them.

This is a tragedy.

So much time wasted.

Why do we continue to presume that we have days, months, years?

We have today. This moment. That’s it.

Take stock.

Is there anything left unsaid between you and a loved one?

Say them. Write them. Do whatever you have to do but make it right. (As far as it depends on you).

Let go of the small stuff that tends to accumulate in a heart and looms larger than it ever ought to be.

Humble yourself.

Choose love.

Seek peace.

Forgive…and  watch the self-imposed prison bars in your heart swing wide open to life and light.

In light of eternity, we are here on this spinning ball for but a moment.

Live and love with all your might.

“The bitterest tears shed over graves are for words left unsaid and deeds left undone.”—Harriet Beecher Stowe

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Friday Photos: College Tours


Some things look fabulous on paper but in real life…not so much.

Such is the case with Williams College in the Berkshires. Williams-Providence-0050-1 We are at that season of our lives where school vacations are used for visiting colleges. Our son Josh graduates next year so this week, we traveled to Williams and Brown University. The instant we drove onto the Williams campus, the first thing we noticed was how picturesque it was. Williams-Providence-0046-1 Williams-Providence-0038-1 Williams-Providence-0059-1 Williams-Providence-0087-1 The second thing we noticed was how empty it was.

“Is the semester over?” I asked my husband as we pulled into the parking lot of our inn.

“I don’t think so,” he replied as we rolled our luggage inside the inn that time forgot.  The furnishings were circa 1985. Our large room boasted flowered wallpaper, a floral bedspread, and a bright yellow bathroom with bright yellow towels.

A trip to the front desk in the lobby yielded two suggestions for dinner. Mainly because there were only two restaurants open in town.

It was  6:00.

We were somewhat alarmed to suddenly hear the sound of loud angry voices with an Irish brogue coming from the bar area. Curiosity got the best of me and I crossed the room to see what was happening.

Turns out that a play was in progress. A sign trumpeting the name of the production was placed at the bar entrance. The actors were scattered throughout the bar while the patrons looked on.

Must be western Massachusetts’ form of theater art. The actors seemed quite talented and the audience as clearly enjoying themselves but I just found it to be the oddest thing.

We left the hotel and headed into town to the recommended restaurant.

Once again, the campus was nearly deserted.

We live in a town of 6400 people.

This place made our town look like Times Square on a Saturday night.

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We passed through the bar on the way to the dining room. It was nearly full and the customers were loud.

By the time we were finished eating our dinner, the bar was crowded and several people were quite drunk. Josh theorized that it was because there was nothing to do in this town.

This was only Monday night! We could only imagine what it would be like on the weekends.

We had high hopes for the information session the following day.

Those hopes were soon dashed.

The man who led the session was very sincere and well-meaning. The problem was that he seemed hard-pressed to come up with even one valid reason why anyone should choose to attend this school. He spoke in a rambling monotone and was  so boring that the majority of our group left. I looked longingly at the mom beside me who was able to read her Kindle because she was perfectly positioned to hide behind her son.

The very instant the session was over, we made a beeline for the car, as there was no way we were staying for the tour, as Josh declared this college to be “soul crushing.”

Doug and I had to agree.

When we returned to our car, this is the sight that greeted us:

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The cat gazed at us  with a certain air of disdain as if to say, “What are YOU doing here???” (Despite the fact that he was on the roof of our car!).

We couldn’t leave until he decided he was good and ready to get down from his perch.

As has been said,  it’s a cat’s world. We all just live in it. :)

We were so happy to leave western Massachusetts behind and head to the lovely town of Providence, Rhode Island.

We all fell in love with the Brown campus.

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Brown U-0057-2The atmosphere on campus was electric, happy, and exciting.

It was the anti-Williams.

The information session was led by two bright-eyed, winsome students who immediately engaged all of us with their sense of humor and enthusiasm.

I practically fell out of my seat when they spoke of a most wondrous thing: there are NO general education requirements at Brown! None!

The student is free to design their own curriculum, taking only classes for their major and those that interest them.

Why did my university not subscribe to this amazing concept?!?!

All my life, I have hated math with the white-hot fury of one thousand suns.

Yet I had to struggle three times just to (barely) pass college algebra. It nearly gave me a nervous breakdown.

That alone would make Brown my #1 choice for a college!

As for Josh, NYU is still his #1 choice, followed closely by Brown.

If only he possessed ambition and had some goals. :)

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We headed over to Thayer Street for lunch. On the way there, we heard the loud and clear voice of a street preacher on one of the corners.

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Still he preached on undeterred, inviting people to come to him to hear about Jesus.

I admired his courage.

After a delicious lunch, we drove through downtown Providence on the way toward home.

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All in all, it was a successful trip.

I find that I am treasuring these increasingly rare times when just the four of us all together, knowing that this season of life when both our kids are living under our roof is rapidly drawing to a close.

My kids think I am being overly-sentimental and maybe so.

But a few decades from now, when they are making these same trips on behalf of their own children, they will understand.

How did it get so late so soon?
It’s night before it’s afternoon.
December is here before it’s June.
My goodness how time has flewn.
How did it get so late so soon?
—Dr. Seuss

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The Art Of Making Memories


I came home from my walk tonight to see a shocking sight: my husband was giving our 15 1/2 year old daughter her first driving lesson.

I was just totally unprepared to see Julia behind the wheel of her dad’s car. I smiled and gave her the thumbs up. Then I went inside and watched from the window.  Better Doug doing this than me, as he definitely has the temperament for it. Nobody who knows me would ever pair my name with the word “calm.” :)

Earlier today, I was leading a discussion group at the Mom To Mom program at our church. We were talking about the things that our kids will remember once they are grown: and it’s NOT how clean the house was. It is the time spent together making memories.

And the laughter. They will always remember the laughter.

I am reminded of a story the late, great Barbara Johnson told in one of her many books.

She had four boys who kept her on her toes all the time.

One day, she came home to find that her sons had whipped up a bowl of red jello…and then promptly took great delight in picking up handfuls of the slippery substance and throwing it against the kitchen wall, marveling at all the cool patterns it made.

Can you imagine?

At that moment, Barbara knew she had a choice to make. She could bring down the hammer (which her boys were clearly expecting her to do) or she could join in the fun.

She chose to join in the fun.

Much to her sons’ total shock, she marched over to the bowl, picked up a giant handful and flung it against the wall with all her might.

Neither Barbara nor her four boys ever forgot the joy of that day. Yes, there was a mess, but messes can be cleaned up and forgotten. In contrast, memories live forever in our hearts.

Memories from my years with Julia ran through my mind as I watched her drive a car for the first time and it was sweet.

Just for today, make the decision to lighten up.

Smile more.

Laugh out loud and often.

Make time for play.

Step out of your comfort zone and into a new adventure.

Look past the mess and see the person in front of you.

Remember that you can have a clean and orderly house when the kids are grown.

Be willing to fully enter into the world of your child, even if it is only for a few moments. Be completely present. Make intentional eye contact. This moment will not come again.

If you have little ones, get down on the floor and play with them.

Be willing to get your hands dirty.

Pull up a stool beside you in the kitchen and let your child help you bake cookies or make a meal.

Dream with your child.

Listen to their prayers.

Cuddle up and read a favorite story. The housework can wait.

Place newspaper over the surface of the kitchen table, pull out some blank construction paper and allow them to paint.

Put on some music and dance.

Pull your kitchen chairs into the living room, grab a bunch of blankets, and make a fort.

Celebrate the gift of now.

Tuck the memories you make deep in your heart. It is those same memories that will bind your heart to your children for the rest of your days.

“Nothing is ever really lost to us as long as we remember it.”—L.M. Montgomery

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Pray For Boston


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The first hint that anything was wrong was when I checked my news feed on Facebook.

One of my friends mentioned that something terrible had happened in Boston.

I immediately turned on the TV and pictures of horror filled the screen as my eyes filled with tears.

Terrorism, I thought, despite the anchor’s attempting to reassure the viewing audience that it could have been some kind of natural event, such as a gas explosion.

Ironically, my husband and I had watched the movie Zero Dark Thirty (about the capture and death of Osama bin Laden) the night before, so the horrors of terrorism were fresh in my mind. Such unspeakable evil is impossible to fathom.

After an hour of watching news coverage, I had to get out of the house. I grabbed my keys and headed out into the sunny spring afternoon.

I needed to see my kids.

I opened the windows to capture the fresh spring air and took several deep breaths.  I played Steven Curtis Chapman’s song “Beauty Will Rise” which is one of my go-to songs when I feel overwhelmed by hard things. It is a song of fierce, defiant hope in the face of tragedy.

On the short drive to the high school, I took in the sights of the beautiful town that I am blessed to call home.

An elderly couple strolled along the lake hand in hand.

A little boy was excitedly baiting his hook in anticipation of a fishing expedition, while his mother looked on with obvious delight.

Another boy was helping his dad unload two kayaks from the back of a pickup truck. The ice is finally gone, beckoning the hardiest of souls to come and christen a new season of water fun.

One of the local ice cream stands in town had just re-opened for the season on Saturday. This day several patrons sat on the multi-colored picnic tables enjoying their creamy treats, a tantalizing preview of the summer days to come.

As I drove up to the high school track, the first person I saw was my son.

I burst into tears.

I parked my car in the student parking lot that overlooks the track where the team was practicing.  I searched for my daughter, finally spotting her  throwing the javelin on the far-way field. I was grateful that she had chosen to wear a neon-pink shirt that made her easier to spot, as these middle-aged eyes of mine are not what they used to be.

My tears fell as I watched the team, still blissfully ignorant of the evil that was unfolding a mere two hours away from our town.  They were full of the life, energy and joy that teenagers can bring into our worlds.

One of the javelin throwers ( known by all for his high-wattage, fun personality) twirled his javelin like it was a baton. (That made me smile) .A relay runner crossed the finish line after a practice run and immediately began to dance in the football field, her blue baton gleaming in the sunshine as she twirled. Two of my son’s friends ran competitive wind sprints, the one holding out his hand in congratulations to the other who had crossed the finish line first.

Frequent bursts of laughter were carried on the wind and into my car…a balm for my soul.

Life always goes on.

I headed for home. This time, I took the back way and drove past the smaller lake that is graced by the afternoon sun. It looked as if someone had sprinkled diamonds all across the surface of the water. The water was calm, smooth…the complete opposite of the churning that was going on in my heart.

I was still listening to “Beauty Will Rise” on a loop.

I tuned into the bridge of the song:

I can hear it in the distance
And it’s not too far away
It’s the music and the laughter
Of a  Wedding and a Feast
I can almost feel the hand of God
Reaching for my face to wipe the tears away
And say,”It’s time to make everything new.
Make it all new.”

If these words seem mysterious to you, look up Revelation 19:6-9 and Revelation 21-22. These passages invite us to eavesdrop on a coming day when evil is permanently vanquished and peace and love and  beauty and light will reign for all eternity.

Darkness. Does. NOT. win.

The Light shines on in the darkness, for the darkness has never overpowered it. —John 1:5

Pray for the people of Boston.

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