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Go For It!


My husband, son and I sat in the guidance counselor’s office  one sunny afternoon this past fall to discuss college planning.

“So what colleges are you thinking of applying to?” She asked Josh.

He rattled off five, including an Ivy League school and four top-tier universities.

Her smile faltered and she looked down at the clipboard on her lap for a moment. When she looked back up  at him, there was a look of concern in her eyes.

“Those are all very…ambitious goals,” She said carefully, looking him right in the eye. “You must know that these Y and Z universities are probably going to be reach schools for you.” To drive that point home, she pointedly informed us of the low percentage of people actually accepted to each.

Josh maintained eye contact with her,  smiling and unfazed.

“Have you considered applying to the state schools? They would be great safety schools for you.”

“I will not be applying to those schools,” Josh said pleasantly but firmly. Our son knows what he wants and he is fearless about going after his dreams.

He and his dad had thoroughly researched the schools to which he planned to apply and those five universities represented the only places he wanted to go. He wasn’t willing to settle for anything less. (Note: we have nothing against state schools. Both Doug and I went to state colleges and had perfectly delightful experiences).

Josh’s guidance counselor  is a lovely, well-meaning woman who really cares about the kids.  But I was a  little sad that she was so discouraging to Josh because he was reaching for the stars.

Doug and I are not the kind of parents who tell our kids that they can do anything they set their minds to. That sounds nice but it is simply not true. For example, neither of our kids are going to be mathematicians or physicists, no matter who hard they try. We would never set them up for failure. We—and Josh—believed that he had the grades, the extracurriculars, and the ambition to get accepted to those schools. If that had not been the case, we would have told him the truth.

As we left that day, I couldn’t help but wonder if a student less confident than my son might have been discouraged from setting such high goals after receiving such a less-than-enthusiastic reception from the guidance counselor.

As the months went by, I received similar responses when asked what colleges my son was applying to. Widened eyes, raised eyebrows, a look of surprise. I also received several inquires as to why he was not applying to the state schools. Apparently, “everybody” does that, just in case.

“Does he really have a shot at  Y and Z?” One person came right out and asked.

“Of course he does,” I replied..because I believed it to be so.

It can be dangerous to have a big dream and share that dream with others.

People can be so quick to throw water on the tiniest of flames. They can also make you feel like you are being just a little too big for your britches, having these giant dreams. The naysayers will take every opportunity to point out that after all, you really are quite ordinary and it would be best to keep your feet firmly planted on the ground.

This past week, my son received two acceptances to his chosen top-tier schools. He was placed on the wait list for the one school he never visited. He will hear from the Ivy League university tomorrow afternoon and the other one any day now.

Regardless of what the other decisions are, we are so proud of Josh. He went for it. At the end of his life, he will not have to wonder, “What if?”

Be careful who you share your hopes and dreams with.

You have the freedom to dream the biggest dreams you can. What is your passion? What would you do if you knew you couldn’t fail?

Dreams possess tremendous power. They energize us, give us a reason to get up in the morning,  and encourage us to be our best selves.

Don’t let the naysayers rob you of that precious gift. Nobody has the right to try to kill that part of you that comes fully alive.

The world needs you. The world needs your dream.

Go for it.

In the end, we only regret the chances we didn’t take.”—Anonymous

*Update: Our son was not accepted to the Ivy  League school. That was a rough couple of days while he processed the disappointment. We were disappointed for him. However, he worked through it with the help of his friends and is delighted to be attending the school where his father received his master’s degree. We are proud of him because he went for it! He will now never have to wonder, “What if I had tried?”

We will all be disappointed in this life. I choose to deal with it as Kay Arthur has suggested: “See disappointment as His Appointment.” 

There is always a  reason.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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A Beautiful Fight


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I was born a fighter.

From my earliest moments, I made my presence known and turned my parents’ world upside down.  I was strong-willed. I was loud. I was bold. I was a force to be reckoned with.

And I still am all those things…but as a result of walking with Jesus for many years, He has softened those hard edges, redeemed the ugly and replaced it with grace and beauty, and healed so many of my broken places.

I don’t have victory one hundred percent of the time, obviously, but I do walk as one who knows that I am deeply loved and completely forgiven  by the magnificent One who rescued me.

Just typing those words brings tears to my eyes. I was once told that I talk about Jesus too much. Well, I can’t talk about Him enough. He is everything to me. He is the very breath that I breathe and He has totally and completely captured my heart, soul, and mind.

I am a sinner saved by radical, earth-shattering  grace. I will never  get over that extraordinary truth for the rest of my days on this earth or on into eternity.

Last night, I watched a YouTube video of Beth’s Moore’s talk at Passion 2014 earlier this year. She quoted I Timothy 6:12, which encourages us to “fight the good fight of faith.”

Beth taught that in the original Greek, the word good also means “beautiful.” 

Fight the beautiful fight of faith.

The words beautiful and fight don’t really go together, do they? What is beautiful about a battle and a struggle?

It can only be a beautiful fight because it leads you deeper into the heart of the Beautiful One Himself, Jesus.

Is your life is hard right now? Are there things that Jesus has allowed that you do not understand? Are you left feeling confused, sad, discouraged, angry, hurt? Because after all, He could have stopped it, couldn’t He?

You, my friend, have a fight on your hands.

What are you going to do? How are you going to fight? Will you choose the ugly fight or the beautiful fight?

The ugly fight looks like this: You will complain to anyone within the sound of your voice at the unjust treatment you are receiving. You will live with a heaviness of heart as you contemplate how unfair God is being to you. You will constantly rehearse the problem in your mind. You will look at the lives of others who are in a seemingly happy season and allow envy and jealousy to darken your heart. You will seek escape  from your  reality through books, TV, movies, or games. You will host a lavish pity party for yourself every night.  You might stop going to church. Your Bible will remain unopened and begin collecting dust.  You hold onto unforgiveness like a drowning person would cling to a life preserver.  You grow very angry with God because you choose to believe the insidious and evil lies of the enemy that your God doesn’t care and has abandoned you.

Darkness wins.

How? Because you are fighting against Jesus rather than fighting alongside Him.

I have fought the ugly fight plenty of times. It never ends well. Trust me on this. Don’t start down that path. It can only end in defeat and misery and tremendous damage can be done.

On the other hand, the beautiful fight looks like this: Life gets hard. You do not retreat. You do not surrender. You do not live in denial. You determine at the outset that you will face this trial head on and you will walk straight through the middle of it until you reach the other side. You are undaunted and determined.

Yet, you are hurting. And that is normal. Never once does Jesus ask you to bury your feelings and pretend they don’t exist. He invites you to share them—no matter how ugly—with Him. He can take it. He cares. He listens. He understands. (After all, He endured everything we did and more when He walked this earth. He knows.).

So, wrestle it out with Him.  Take off the mask, lose the platitudes and the pretty prayers and get real. 

If this seems irreverent to you, begin to read the Psalms and you will see David, who was called a man after God’s own heart, openly expresses every emotion to his God. David was a man of tremendous passion. He never held anything back and we don’t have to either.

You have to put those emotions somewhere. So give them to your Savior, who can bear the full weight of them all. This is a process and one that you might have to keep going back to. That’s okay. This is how you drain the poison that, if allowed to fester, will destroy you.

This is where the beautiful fight really begins: Despite your feelings, you decide to walk in faith. Hebrews 11:1 declares faith to be “perceiving as real fact what is not revealed to the senses.” You make the decision to place the truth of God’s Word over what you see and what you feel. You choose forgiveness toward those who have hurt you, knowing that Jesus will deal with them on your behalf. You trust His loving heart and His kind intention, no matter what happens. You embrace gratitude and in so doing, realize that there is beauty and light and joy to be found even on the darkest of days. You refuse to give in to fear and self-pity. You will continue to do good and minister to others.  You trade your weakness for His strength. You step into your God-given role as more than a conqueror. You accept His gift of peace to quiet your troubled heart. You open His Word and you cling to His promises. Every single time you get knocked down, you get back up.  You develop an eternal perspective rather than a temporal one, knowing that you cannot yet see the big picture of God’s grand redemptive plan. You take comfort in the knowledge that His ways are not your ways…but His ways are good and right and perfect.  You keep a running dialogue with Jesus, who is with you always. When the enemy comes at you with his lies, you silence him by speaking God’s promises over your situation…thus making you his worst nightmare.

You are taking your place alongside Jesus and watching as He fights on your behalf.

The result of this beautiful fight? Light and love triumph.

When the season passes, you will still be standing. You will have  grown in intimacy with Jesus because you have experienced Him in ways you never have before. You will be transformed into His likeness. You will have seen firsthand how He gives beauty for ashes and is able to redeem even the worst situation for His glory.

And in His eyes, you will be a beautiful warrior.

The choice is yours. Make the right one. You will never regret it.

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On Having Courage


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I have discovered something recently.

I used to think of courage as being this grand, heroic gesture.

And it certainly is that.

However, sometimes, courage is revealed just by showing up, by choosing to get up and face another day when life is hard, by making the choice to believe God’s promises with all your heart and soul when circumstances mock those words that ring with the authority of eternal truth.

As I write this, my area of the country is getting yet another giant snowstorm. The world outside my window is blanketed in suffocating white and gray. There have been times over the past three months that my heart has felt  like that.

Just yesterday, we were treated to a preview of spring: bright sunshine, blue skies, and temperatures in the mid-forties. It was glorious, a foretaste of the wonderful season to come. But twenty four hours later, winter has come roaring back and I am over it.

This has been one of the worst winters in the life of my family, for a variety of reasons. Not only were we walloped with storm after nasty storm weather-wise, but an ugly betrayal by someone we trusted came to light in early January, leaving a lot of wreckage in its wake.

I have been angry, heartbroken, and sad. It has been a time of unprecedented wrestling with Jesus, as I deal with the fact that He has allowed this to happen (we really can be that honest with Him, you know), and as I ask Him fervently for His power that will allow me  to forgive. (That will be the subject of a separate post).

I have discovered that He listens and He answers. He empowers and He provides. He protects and He guides.

I have discovered that in Him, I am strong. I am brave. I am courageous.

Peace I leave with you; My own peace I now give to you…do not let your hearts be troubled, neither let them be afraid. Stop allowing yourselves to be agitated and disturbed; and do not permit yourself to be fearful and intimidated and cowardly and unsettled. —Jesus (John 14:27, Amplified).

So, in the midst of the mess, I face what is happening head-on. No denial. No pretending. No cowering in fear. I refuse to allow this circumstance to defeat me or define me.

I  just keep showing up. I go to church and lead Bible study. I meet a friend for lunch.  I go on a date with my husband. I shoot a wedding. I make dinner. I celebrate our daughter getting her driver’s license and our son’s 18th birthday. I do my volunteer work. I write on this blog. I take lots of pictures with my beloved Nikon. I take a photography class.

I choose to trust His heart and His kind purpose even when I do not understand.

I make the decision to not surrender even one inch of ground to the enemy of my soul, who daily hopes for my collapse and defeat. When fear or anger rear their ugly heads, I refuse to dwell on them. Instead, I focus like a laser beam on the truth of His Word.

Not. One. Inch.

And that is what courage looks like.

Just like this seemingly endless winter will one day melt into spring, so this season in our lives will end and it will be a brand new day.

When that day comes, I will not limp across the finish line, barely able to walk. Instead, I will run across it, undefeated, free, and closer than ever to my Savior who constantly sustains me and gives me beauty for ashes.

Whatever you may be facing today, choose courage.

Fear not (there is nothing to fear), for I am with you; do not look around you in terror and be dismayed, for I am your God. I will strengthen and harden you to difficulties; yes, I will help you; yes I will hold you up and retain you with My victorious right hand of rightness and justice. (Isaiah 41:10, Amplified).

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Counting Time


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So, a commercial made me cry tonight.

I was innocently watching reruns of “Castle” when an advertisement for a local music school came on. It was the same music school that I took my son to one summer evening when he was 14 years old.

He had decided the past holiday season that he wanted to learn the clarinet in hopes of joining the high school band in the fall. I gave him my old clarinet and he went to work teaching himself to play. When he had gotten as far as he could with that, he asked for lessons.

We had driven by this music school many times, so I called and made an appointment for his first lesson for the following evening.

That night he and I walked into the lobby and met a white-haired dynamo named Mary. She would prove to be one of his greatest champions over the years.

That night though, he disappeared into one of the music rooms while I sat in the lobby reading. I would end up spending many evenings in that lobby, listening to the happy sounds of music, both from Josh’s lessons, as well as the band he had joined shortly after beginning lessons.

I came to cherish those drives to and from the music school. I loved spending time with my son, chatting about life and listening to his dreams. My husband and I drove all over the area to listen to his concerts and enjoyed getting to know the other band members.

Then one day he got his driver’s license. And he didn’t need me to drive him two towns over to the music school anymore.

I missed it.

Last night, I sat in my son’s room with him and we chatted for a long time about people and  life and hopes and dreams and goals by the light of the cheerful colored Christmas lights that he strung along his wall.

He keeps them there all year. They make him happy.

He is a lot taller than I am now. He has peach fuzz. He has so much wisdom for his age, much more than I did then.

He will turn 18 in seven days. Then he will have a big party here at the house to celebrate that milestone. (At last count, there are about 30 kids on the guest list, possibly more 🙂 ).

He now plays the clarinet, the oboe, the bassoon, the saxophone, and the keyboard.  He is a member of four bands. Next month, he will play with the prestigious All-State band.

He will graduate in June and leave for college in August.

And it all went by much too fast.

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