Monday, August 24, 2015

Lets start a riot over caramel syrup


Last month I spent a week in Seattle with one of the kindest person I have ever known. I have written about this person before…a few years ago probably – about how much she, by her actions alone, convicts me of the importance of kindness and I mentioned that she even has a blog devoted to showing kindness (which you can read here).

I have always “known” that Leah is a very kind person – but when I spent a week with her in Seattle – I actually got to witness it firsthand every day.

From things like asking the clerk at the grocery store how their day is going, to writing “Thank you” on the “merchant copy” of her receipts at restaurants - she is always  radiating some sort of kindness. But the thing with Leah is – she actually means the things she says and does and it is so natural to her that it would be difficult for me to believe if she even debates whether or not to show kindness or ever has any hesitation of doing it – it’s just what she does.

And being around her really challenges me.

I am currently in the middle of reading a book called “Daring Greatly” by Brené Brown. The book itself is on the importance of being vulnerable – and it is an amazing book. For anyone who likes to read applicable-research books – I highly recommend this one. The only downside is that I do not believe Brené is a Christian – at least she never confesses to be and there are some things she says in her book that leads me to believe that she is not. But I first heard of her when I went to a Christian Leadership conference that she spoke at a few weeks ago – so I know she is not completely opposed to Christianity…haha...

Anywho…

In one chapter of the book it talks about the masks and armor that we use to hide when we are trying to escape from being vulnerable. Brené talks about the behaviors that we use to numb ourselves in attempt to avoid vulnerability and how these behaviors do not only affect us – but they also affect the people around us. In the chapter she inserts an article that she wrote a few years ago about cell phones and disconnection for the Houston Chronicle. Before you continue to read what I have to say…go read her article here. It will seriously take you like 2 minutes.

Seriously. GO.





No…really…READ IT!!





K good job!!!



“When we treat people as objects, we dehumanize them. We do something really terrible to their souls and to our own.”

“I'm not suggesting that we engage in a deep, meaningful relationship with the man who works at the cleaners or the woman who works at the drive-through, but I am suggesting that we stop dehumanizing people and start looking them in the eye when we speak to them. If we don't have the energy or time to do that, we should stay at home.”

If those two comments did not stand out to you then something is wrong.

I can’t get that word out of my head…”we dehumanize them”…

My heart and mind just stopped when I first read that.

But it’s so true isn’t it?

I was a waitress for several years – so I know just what this article is talking about. To some people – I was a person who worked at a restaurant and not only was I helping meet their nutritional needs, but I had a life and feelings and I breathed the same air they did  – but to other people – I was their servant. **Their life-less, feeling-less, emotion-less, insignificant servant. Some people can be very rude. Especially when it comes to food.

I am no longer a waitress, but just the other day I had a “run-in” with a lady (a senior citizen mind you) whom I was trying to help and she crumbled up a piece of paper, threw it in my face and then called me a “stupid b*tch” as she walked out the door.

It would not be completely accurate for me to say that I am “used” to this kind of behavior from people – but I have definitely learned to laugh it off – at least when it comes from someone I am not emotionally attached to. If it had been someone I loved who did that to me…I’m sure my feelings on the matter would be completely different.

But that was me on a good day.

And I was able to separate my emotion from the situation and was able to recognize that this lady was stressed and frustrated and…she may or may not have been under the influence of something other than “stress and frustration.”

If I were having a bad day…I probably would not have been able to brush it off as easily.

Remember my rantings on “Conversing with Mrs. Potty Mouth”? I mentioned how later on that night, on the drive home, I started wondering what was going on in this lady’s life that was making her act the way she did…and I even recognized that I could have handled the situation better…no matter how angry it made me.

Just imagine if no one in this world practiced self-awareness. What an awful place we would live in. If you think it’s an “every man for himself-dog-eat-dog” world right now – just think about how it would be then…


It’s easy to get swept up in your day. I know that all too well. And it is easy to make excuses like; “I have a lot on my mind” or “I’m stressed” or “everyone has their bad days – they understand” – I know those all too well.

But do you know what else is easy to do? Treat people like actual human beings. Human beings that matter and have lives and have just as much stress and pain and things to do as we do.

Somehow we have made kindness out to be this extremely difficult thing. But it only seems difficult because it is typically not the norm. We may be in pain or having a bad day or have a lot of distractions on our mind – but when we look at our actions as being potentially damaging to another persons’ soul…how hard is it to lay aside whatever is going on in our minds/lives for a few minutes and show someone else that they actually matter. And what they do matters.

It could be something as simple as looking up from our phones to look someone in the eye and smile at them – letting them know that you actually acknowledge their presence.

It could be sending a text or giving someone a phone call and just asking them how their life has been – showing them that you appreciate the fact that they even trust you in their life.

It could be asking a grocery store clerk how their day is going instead of waiting for them to ask you first – or writing a simple “Thank you” on your lunch receipt when you give it back to the waitress.

Or even buying someone’s coffee at Starbucks.

Sending flowers or writing cards…

I do believe that kindness is contagious.

And that it is possible to turn someone’s day around for the better just by giving a simple smile or a hug or a text.

You never know what someone is going through. If there is one thing I have learned – it is that people – you and I – are VERY good at wearing masks. It’s like second nature for us to go into “flight” mode and cover up how we are truly feeling. So I try to remind myself that just because someone puts on a smile doesn’t mean that is how they are actually feeling.

Maybe the person they came into contact with right before you just yelled at them or cussed them out.

I was in Starbucks the other day and my friend who works there told me that a lady in the drive thru was yelling at her co-worker because they were out of caramel syrup.

Caramel syrup.

Really?

You’re going to yell at someone and DEHUMANIZE them over caramel syrup?

I mean – I love a good caramel macchiato just as much as the next person who pays way too much for their cup of milk and sugar but seriously. Caramel syrup…

It’s so sad…

But I have to believe that something can be done.

I have to.

My desire for today and every day is to start a chain reaction of kindness…a pay-it-forward.

Sometimes I hold myself back – waiting for the “perfect” moment or the “perfect” thing to say – but I have learned that there really is no such thing as perfect and to act (in a kind manner) is better than to not act at all. Even if I don’t know what to say or how to say it – when it comes to showing someone how much I care about them – none of that matters. All that matters is that I actually do something to show them I care for and appreciate them.

If I can stop even just one person from stepping off that edge into an ocean of shameful tears – then every action I make is worth it.

No matter how bad my day might go – I still want to give other people a reason to smile.

So let’s not wait anymore! Let’s just go do it! (I may or may not have had help with writing this from Shia LaBeouf)


Tuesday, August 11, 2015

a wooden cross & some chicken wire


A few months ago when I spoke at a retreat for teen girls, all of the workers were gathered together to pray. In the front of the room stood a large wooden cross wrapped in chicken wire. During this prayer time we were given a pen and piece of paper and were told to write down something that we struggle with and stick it on the cross. It was meant to serve as a metaphor of giving our struggles over to God.

As I sat there and prayed, I knew instantly what I needed to hand over to Him. So I wrote it down and stuck it in near the middle of the cross. Instead of leaving the room and going on with whatever it was I had been working on before all of this, I sat back down in my seat with an uneasy feeling. Something wasn’t right.

As I sat there I contemplated the thought of being in God’s presence.

What if every time I prayed I actually (consciously) recognized that I was in the presence of God? Would prayer be different for me then? What would I do? How would I act? Would I be standing up, looking at Him face to face? Would I throw my hands around His neck and cry in His arms?

I kept thinking about it and the more I thought about it the heavier my heart felt.

“I wouldn’t be doing any of those thing!”

I would be throwing myself at His feet. I would be crying and begging and pleading with this Holy Being to please forgive me and take my burdens and sins and pain away.

“You are so holy. Please – help me with this. Make me clean, give me Your perfections. Cause me to be worthy of just thinking about Your Name. Make me new.”

I’m not worthy enough to stand before Him or look Him in the eyes or hug Him…I’m not even worthy to fall in His presence…

I got up from my seat and removed my paper from the center of the cross and placed it at the very bottom, right under where I imagined His feet would be.




I’ve been contemplating prayer a lot lately. Not only Whom I am praying to – but who I am in prayer.


Yesterday on my way to work I had a million thoughts running through my mind. Thoughts that have been accompanied with a million different emotions.

There were so many things I wanted to ask God for and pray for and so many things I wanted to share with Him and talk to Him about…

I was in the middle of praying and a thought interrupted what I was saying…

God already knows all of my thoughts and desires and concerns. He knows EVERYTHING about me – even the things that I don’t know. He knows what I hope for and what I want…but even more so – He knows what is BEST for me. He knows what I NEED.

So I took it all to God. But instead of specifically praying for things – I just simply prayed that God would just take my day and fill it with whatever HE wanted. That He would bless me with whatever He wanted to bless me with. That He would allow anything to happen that He saw was necessary to grow me and deepen my relationship with Him. No matter what it was. I just wanted to know that every second of the day was known by God and that He was in control of all of it.

I have never prayed a prayer like that before. Of course I have prayed that His will would be done over mine – but usually I tell Him what my will is along with that – instead of just leaving the request at just that: “Not my will but Yours.”

And I felt more peace throughout my entire day than I ever have.

I knew that when my friend was going to court for custody over her son – that the judge who “always favors the man” – was given to them as a judge for a reason. I didn’t fear that he would be a jerk or unkind or unfair – I just knew that God could have sent them to another judge, but He didn’t. For a reason.

I knew that my brother being in a car accident happened for a reason. And not only that – but God allowed it.

When insecurities began to creep into my mind – they were instantly chased away by the peace that God knew me. And He loves me. And I am where I am and doing what I am doing for a reason. And that He has placed everyone in my life for a reason.



I’m not trying to bring attention to how great I am. If I thought I was so great – I wouldn’t need prayer in the first place. I wouldn’t need God.

I’ve just been convicted about who God is and who I am.

What if we actually believed what the Bible has to say about God – what if we actually trusted that what He says about Himself is true?

What if – when we prayed – we really did let go of the things dragging us down and holding us back?

What if we came to Him – in His presence – and believed that He really could make a difference?

What if we actually trusted that He could take all of our mistakes and poor choices and turn it into something beautiful and glorifying to Himself?

What if we trusted Him with every part of our day and our lives?


And what if, when we prayed “not my will but Yours,” we actually meant it. No matter what it meant would happen. No matter how difficult or tragic or painful things would become. We would still rest peacefully at night because we knew that no matter what He allows – He is in control. And He is watching over us. Every second of the day.