It’s About Them

One of my all time favorite books is, ‘The Purpose Driven Life’, by Rick Warren. The first time I read the book, the first sentence smacked me in the face. Do you know what it says?

“It’s not about you.”

What a painful revelation. 🙂

I’m seeing more Bloggers deleting their Facebook accounts. I canceled mine last year, but re-opened it this year to be a part of SC Lourie’s Soul Reset. I posted a few things in the group, but the main reason I did it was for Lourie. To show my support.

When I reopened FB, my Letitgocoach page was still there, so I began posting a couple of times a week. The page has grown this year with very little effort. This confirms, it’s not about me…..it’s about them.

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It was easier to delete it and walk away.

It has given me discipline having the page again. I don’t spend a lot of time there and I don’t have the FB app or messenger downloaded to my phone.

There’s an app I use for the Letitgocoach page. It’s called Page Manager and that’s what it does.

It allows me to manage the page.

Facebook doesn’t manage me.

Facebook is not dramatic, but the people can be.

If dramatic people find you on FB they are most likely finding you in real life. I’m careful who I let in the door. If someone leaves a dramatic comment which is rare, I don’t respond, or I delete the comment if it’s offensive and block the user.

That tool would be awesome in real life.

This world needs inspiring souls.

The good guys are walking away.

It’s not about me. It’s about them.

Feel the Music

I hear this song almost every time I get into my truck. This is the Acoustic version, so it will sound a little different than what you hear on the radio.

This has been in my draft folder all week, but I feel led to share it now.

It reminds me when I am too much in my own world, that He is King of the World.

“When did I forget that you’ve always been the King of the world?” And when I pray, and God is not answering fast enough, “I try to take life back right out of the hands of the King of the world.” I can take life too seriously, so it’s good to know, He is still on the throne.

Miracle Grow

I was watching my little dog this morning. He was sitting, but anxiously awaiting my daughter’s door to open. That is all he wanted. To see my daughter walk into view.

How simple is that?

We both give him attention, but I am the Mama. I make sure the food and water bowls are full, give him a bath, and get drugs from the vet to keep his fleas at bay. She gives him attention, and tells him how cute he is all the time. He gets more excited about her.

We nurture what we give our time to. I have a tendency to want to hurry things along. Help God out a little bit. I’ve had to come to grips with the numbers I see from this Blog. How many Bloggers have quit thanks to the numbers? If I compared the numbers, to the time spent, I wouldn’t be here, but since when is this Blog about me? I’m merely a vessel.

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My friend filled our planter boxes with flowers this week. It makes us a little nervous because we have a knack for giving them too much attention, and they die. I believe the same is true for a Blog, or any page where you focus on the numbers.

Too much attention can kill it. I un-followed a Blogger this morning because he posted 4 Blogs in one day. I love to read, but I don’t want to just hear the writer talk. Feed me.

Looking at the flowers planted, my friend said, “I hope they spread and get fuller.. that will be the perfect scenario.. but I am just hoping to keep them alive long enough for that to happen right now..” He added, “I bought Miracle Grow!”

We can look at our writing in the same way.

The seeds are planted, and the flowers are starting to bloom. We hope that our words will spread, and become fuller, but right now, we are just hoping to keep the writer in us alive long enough for that to happen. If we need an extra boost, God is the miracle in Miracle Grow.

To Be Inspired

It is cold here in Texas, which is okay because it doesn’t last long.

I believe the main thing I learned from challenging myself to write for 30 straight days is this. I am not in control. It’s not about me, and what I want to write. It’s about God, and Him placing something on my heart to share with you.

I have plenty of topics to pull from, and can make myself write something. That is not what brings me joy. For me, the joy of writing is to be inspired, and the words just flow through the fingers, to the keyboard, and appear on the screen to share.

God didn’t prompt me to challenge myself. This is something I chose to do.

I can see God still blessed it. He is good like that. Some of the Blogs were inspired by Him, and some of them I just wrote. I don’t know if you can tell the difference, but I can. Maybe it’s not so much the finished product, but the feeling I had while typing.

We will see what happens in the next two days. I have learned a lot this month from the challenge, but I’m thinking I would rather wait to be inspired.

I Like We

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Strong and independent is she. Slaying dragons in her world, and anyone else’s dear to her heart.  Pushing her way through every storm, and obstacle. She is strong, but tired.

She is not alone. Those same people she wields her sword for, have swords of their own. They may not be just like hers, but they are fit for a battle none the less. Can she rest her weary bones, and allow others to stand guard? Can she trust others to fight and win?

I believe so.

There is not much difference between being a “loner”, and being “alone”.

Do you feel alone in your battles?

There is a quote I have in my house that reads, “The battle is God’s, not yours.” It’s a little reminder that I don’t have to fight every battle today. To be honest, I stay away from drama, and my sword is pretty dusty from not being used. I have fight in me, but it’s has to be of high importance for me to release that fight. Breast Cancer falls into that category of fight.

I do what I can, and let God do the rest.

Letting people help me through this time in my life, was extremely difficult, but I finally surrendered, and became good at it. If I am to win this battle, I must take care of me. The people I love want me around for a while, so to do that, I must pick and choose my battles.

It’s not all about me. It’s about ‘We’. I like we.

Way Beyond Me

I had a call from a friend this morning.

His wife wants to move out to the country. He is a city boy and had lots of questions about wild animals, sustainable living and the Internet. He thinks I’m brave being a single Mom, living in the country.

I think he’s brave for living in the city.

You just can’t beat the drive. Listening to music with the windows open, in no hurry at all. I drive a little over the speed limit, but someone always comes flying up behind me on this last stretch of highway to my house. They are in such a hurry, and the passing lanes are few.

Sometimes, I’ll pull over and let them pass, so that I can continue to enjoy the drive. They are focused on the destination, not the journey.

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This is the road that I get to drive down.

Did you notice I said, “Get to?” I pulled over earlier today and took this picture to share with you. Within minutes, it will look different, but just as stunningly beautiful. I have run off the side of the road while driving and staring at this sky. This is way beyond me.

I love the way God give us things to enjoy, but they are out of our reach. Like this incredible sky is all Him, and we ‘get to’ enjoy it’s beauty. TobyMac has a song entitled, “Beyond Me“, and he talks about God giving us the stars but putting them out of reach. Called us to waters a little too deep. God wants us to know, He did this.

I wrote a Blog a couple of days ago entitled, God Is Sneaky. I put that wooden sign in my truck and headed into town. On the way there, I had the feeling it wasn’t for the person I had intended it for. God had a better plan.

This morning at church, we had a guest preacher. His wife stood up and told us about their daughter being in a serious car accident. She said she lost all control when she heard the news.

She was out in the driveway, half dressed, twirling around in a frenzy when God called her to a standstill. If you read the Blog I mentioned, you can guess what He told her. “Be still.” Be still and know that I am God.

As I was leaving the church, I asked a lady to walk to my truck with me. I reached in my truck and handed her the wooden sign to give to the preacher’s wife because Matthew 6:4 says, “So your giving may be done in secret.” The lady was amazed I had this in my truck, realizing this verse is what God had told that preacher’s wife after the wreck.

I pray she is blessed, and God is glorified over that wooden sign. It’s not about me and thank God this is way beyond me.

God Is Sneaky

I’ve listened to a lot of Joyce Meyer over the years.

I enjoy her because she yells, and yes, I need that.

She went through a season where she was afraid to wear any of her favorite jewelry out in public. She was afraid God would tell her to give it away. I laugh at that now, but there was a season in my life it wasn’t so funny.

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Everything we own is on loan to us from God.

You may think you bought something for yourself or a family member’s use, but God might have other plans. I have been standing at the checkout of a grocery store before, and the cashier fell in love with the bracelet I was wearing. As I said, “Thank you,” God prompted me to give it to her.

God is sneaky that way. A few weeks ago, I was standing in an aisle of one of my favorite stores looking at notebooks for my daughter. I spotted this wooden sign with one of my favorite verses on it. “Be still and know that I am God.” Psalm 46:10.

The isle I was in didn’t have these on display, so it was out of place, just laying there for me to see. It is bright pink, which is not my style for this type thing, but I already knew it was not for me. It got my attention with it’s bright color, and that verse. My daughter looked at me inquisitively when I bought it, but then she knew. It’s not ours.

I collect those wooden signs, so God knew that I would see it. Do you have things you have bought and not sure why?

Let me encourage you today to be grateful for everything you have, look at what you don’t need, and ask God, ‘Who’s it for?”

In Human Form

As I sit here, eating the last of the candy corn, I’m noticing the change in season. Candy corn will not be available in stores until next October. I don’t hunt it down and hoard it, but enjoy it while it’s in season.

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Now is the last bloom of the season for my trusty Bougainvillea. This plant has been a teacher. Being tempted many times to give up on it and circumstances, it showed me with the proper watering and food, it will be spectacular. Throw in time and patience and beauty abounds. When it has everything it needs and the timing is just right, every branch blooms.

Soon, I will cut it back and tuck it away in the barn for a season of rest. I learned from last year, to cut it back more. Last summer was it’s first full blooming season, and I was leery of cutting it too much last fall. It’s getting cut way back this year, so I can get it out of the hanging basket. Maybe next year I’ll plant it firmly in the ground so that it can take root.

My initial reaction to the thought of planting it in the ground was to make sure I was going to be in this same house. To be able to enjoy it, I would need to be here, but it’s not always about me. This time, it’s what is best for this faithful plant. God moves swiftly in my life, so He will let me know where I am to be. The lease is up April 3rd, right before planting time.

When we are ready, the teacher will appear and it is not always in human form.