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Urgent and Important Aren’t the Same Thing

Tuesday, October 26th, 2010

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Urgency doesn’t always signal importance.

Have you ever noticed that? Most of the time, when someone asks me to drop everything I’m doing and tend to something that requires immediate attention, they are asking me to abandon something substantial to do something else.

For instance, when I’m in the middle of a workday and my cell phone rings three times and I notice it’s the same person calling, I typically answer. I’m expecting to hear news about something catastrophic. Usually though, it’s just a friend who really wants to tell me a funny story or update me on some of her drama. This information doesn’t merit three phone calls in five minutes—and it certainly isn’t worth interrupting my work day for.

People do this with projects too. Suddenly your partner decides you need a diorama to use as a visual aid the night before the big presentation in your history class. Your small group leader calls in a panic because nobody is bringing dessert to Bible study and you really need to do it. Or you get ask to cover for someone who just flat dropped the ball.

On most occasions, the critical stuff is what gets scheduled on our calendars—it’s what we plan ahead for. The last minute stuff that often creeps up usually consists of nothing more than distractions. It’s a bright idea nobody thought of in time or a change of plans when the first plan will work just fine.

For years I got caught up in the urgent and I couldn’t figure out why I never got anything done. I would plan ahead and prepare, but I was always rushing at the last minute in every area of my life. I’m learning that just because something has to get done right now or it won’t get done in time, it doesn’t mean this urgent thing needs to be done by me or that it even needs to be done at all.

Last week I had three people come to me with urgent requests. They asked me to rearrange my schedule and get these things done. The problem was, my week was already filled with imperative things—things that really needed to be done. As I evaluated the urgent requests before me I noticed that the world wouldn’t stop if these tasks weren’t completed.

So I said no. I tried to be as nice as possible, but no doesn’t usually go over well no matter how you present it and I had three very startled people on my hands. It was almost like I could hear them saying, What about this urgent thing? If you don’t do it nobody will and it will go undone.

In the first case, a compromise was reached that involved the other person taking on the responsibility. The second situation was resolved with rescheduling this urgent item to a time where it could be given the attention it deserved. Unfortunately, the last situation ended with the urgent thing going undone. But you know what? Even that worked out ok.

The urgent situations that pelted me last week didn’t derail me. I protected my time and the things that were most valuable to me. Everything that truly needed to get done got done. By the weekend I was breathing a huge sigh of relief instead of scrambling in a panic. As I took in the calmness around me I realized that saying no had been difficult but it had been worth it.

I would exchange the chaos for the peace anytime.

What about you? Do you find yourself constantly bogged down with the urgent while the important goes unattended? How do you determine what really needs to be done and what just seems like it does? Who stands out to you as a good example of someone who knows how to balance the important and the urgent?

Sometimes I Get Quiet

Wednesday, October 20th, 2010

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Words are my currency.

I make my living spending words. My ministry endeavors usually involve pouring out words for the blessing and benefit of others. Prayers are my word offerings to the Lord. The Bible is His Word written to me.

Often I joke that God must have given me a higher word limit than most people. I write, I speak, I teach, I blog, I pray and I enjoy regular everyday conversation without running out of words.

Most of the time.

Sometimes, though, I run out of things to say. I get quiet. People notice and their instant response is to ask what’s wrong.

This week I had back to back meetings—one in person and the other on the phone. I was uncharacteristically quiet during both. As it was happening I noticed, and I knew others did too. Almost immediately after both meetings someone approached me with the familiar questions.

What’s wrong? Are you ok? You seem quiet. Are you coming down with something?

At first I brushed it off as being tired. It’s a busy ministry season for me. I am tired so that’s a logical conclusion to draw. However, it wasn’t until I curled up by myself with a cup of tea that I noticed that my quietness was due to more than being tired.

The real reason, I discovered, that I’ve been quieter lately is that few opportunities present themselves in my life where all I need to do is listen.

At Bible study, I’m the teacher. During writing and speaking conferences I’m typically teaching a workshop. At girls’ retreats and conferences I’m the speaker. On the pages of my books or this blog, I’m the author.

Do you see a pattern there? In many areas of my life I’m the voice, the one speaking, talking, teaching and instructing others. And I love every minute of it. Nothing brings me greater joy than doing what God has called me to do with my life.

But there are still moments when the well of my own words runs dry. Instead of speaking up in a meeting or a group conversation I find myself eager to listen and hesitant to speak. It’s not always that I don’t have something I could say. Instead, it’s usually that I’m hoping someone else will have a valuable insight or nugget of truth that they can hand off to me.

I don’t know everything. While I love being the teacher, or the voice, I need to make a conscious effort to be the student whenever I can. Those moments are rare and valuable to me.

So when I am sitting in a group of colleagues or friends and other people are willing to talk about what they are learning or their ideas about what to do next, I just want to listen—to take a deep breath and inhale the fragrance of someone else’s wisdom.

To me, there’s something peaceful about listening. Suddenly my life doesn’t seem so frantic or hurried. My mind isn’t racing to find the answer to someone else’s question. Instead I get to sit and ponder. For a brief moment of time I get to wonder without having to solve.

It’s in my moments of silence, when I am once again the student, that I learn something new. In growing and changing I find a renewed passion to venture out on a quest for answers and become the teacher again.

What about you? Are you “the voice” in your circles of influence? If so, what do you to when you need to recharge? Are you more of a listener all the time? What insights have you gained from your moments of quiet listening?

 

Big Decisions, Not Enough Time

Tuesday, October 12th, 2010

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Rash decisions.

We’ve all made them at one point or another.

Lately, I’ve found myself busier than I’ve been in a long time with plenty of good things. When I get busy, though, I tend to turn on some internal form of autopilot that allows me to speed through my inbox, voicemail and in person interactions quickly responding to invitations.

“Yes, I can come to your party.”

“No, I’m sorry I can’t donate that many books right now.”

“I’ll consider writing that book proposal.”

“My calendar is slammed right now. Can we do coffee around Thanksgiving?”

But there have been other offers and opportunities that have come my way that have been far more difficult to wade through. They seem to have come with a disclaimer directly from God. Do not answer this one until I tell you to.

So emails have sat in my inbox, and messages have been left on my voicemail, that have gone unreturned for longer than etiquette would deem appropriate simply because I didn’t know what to say.

Certain decisions have required prayer. I don’t mean a quick cry for wisdom on my way out the door in the morning. But real, time set aside to get on my face, prayer.

It was through this series of sensitive requests that I realized my schedule hadn’t been built to allow time for such seeking. In the midst of my busyness I didn’t give myself any room to make big decisions. There wasn’t space on my calendar for longer prayer.

I was left unequipped to handle the situations unfolding before me because I hadn’t created enough space in my life to seek the One who had the answer. Sure, I was having a daily quiet time. I was spending my days writing and teaching about how to apply the Bible to real life.

But my life was strangely disconnected from the wisdom I needed to navigate the decisions ahead.

Some people call it margin. Others mark off space on their calendars and call it an appointment. I’m still not sure what I call it. But I know I need it.

Space. Time. Room to pray and seek and listen. More than a quiet time less than a retreat.

If I don’t find a way to build this into my life I run the risk of committing myself to things God never intended me to. I leave myself vulnerable to being duped by a good thing that could rob me from experiencing a great thing.

I could easily find myself trapped like Joshua and the Israelites were in Joshua 9 when they were busy sampling everything placed before them and forgot to inquire of the Lord before making a life altering decision.

So, this week, I will seek. I will pray. And only then will I give my answer.

What about you? How do you make big decisions? What are some ways you build space to seek the Lord into your daily life? Have you ever found yourself in a situation where you needed to give an answer but didn’t have one? How did things work out?

The Danger of Playing it Safe

Thursday, October 7th, 2010

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I used to be a person who dreamed big. Signing your first book contract when you are only twenty does that to you. Suddenly nothing seems impossible when God shows up in your life and does something you never imagined He would do.

I’ve been known to sign books, “Dream big, God does!” before scribbling my name. Two of my books tackle the topic of dreaming big. Several years ago if you would have asked me about dreaming big, I could have talked on the subject for hours.

But then life happened. Speaking contracts got cancelled because people with bigger names were willing to show up. Editors started to pass on a few of my book proposals. Things got complicated and some of my dreams were crushed in the process.

In order to cope I adjusted my expectations not realizing I was shrinking the size of my dreams and, by default, my God. I figured I didn’t need big dreams. A small, quiet, life could please God too. Or so I thought.

On Tuesday night I started reading Do You Know Who I Am?  By Angela Thomas. In each chapter she poses a question women ask and responds with a question God asks us.

Throughout the pages of chapter one, Angela begins to unpack the truth that we are all made to dream big dreams because God is worthy of the glory that will come from the fulfillment of those dreams.

She teaches on the parable of the talents (Matthew 25) and the three men who were entrusted with some of their master’s money while he was away. It’s an analogy for the gifts God has given us and how we use them on this side of eternity.

The first two turn a profit and when the master returns they are able to give him double what was entrusted to them. Sadly, the third man buried his talent and had only what the master had given him.

That parable is familiar to me. In fact, I’ve taught it several times. But Angela wrote something about that last man that caught me by the throat and shook me hard.

“The servant reported that instead of multiplying his possession, he had just kept the talent safe, but that was not the master’s intent. God wants the glory from your talents and mine” (p. 16).

Safe. That word defined my new approach to life. I didn’t want to dream big dreams and be disappointed. So I started dreaming safe dreams instead. Instead of dreaming about how God might want to use me, I began to believe that His biggest works in my life were all in my past.

Somehow I had come to believe that God’s plan for the rest of my life would be mild and quiet. Vanilla. There was to be no more risk, no more pain, no more dreaming big.

The scariest part of all of this is that I didn’t realize my thinking had changed.

I panicked as I read Angela’s book. As I began processing what she was saying I understood that I was shouting at heaven saying, “Do You know I’m afraid to dream big?”

For the first time in a long time I also understood that God was lovingly answering my shouting with a question of His own: Do you know I AM worthy?

Suddenly, my world was turned on its side. My safe plans for my life suddenly looked bland. They didn’t include multiplying anything God had given me. Instead, they were consumed with ways I could keep the things God had entrusted to me safe.

Safe. There is nothing safe about faith. You can’t follow wholeheartedly after God by making precise measurements and calculations.

At some point you have to take a risk. We all reach a point of no return. Each of us must decide if we are going to trust God or if we are going to play it safe.

Tuesday night, as my mind raced long after I shut Angela’s book and turned out the light, I decided that safe was going to become a thing of my past.

My future is going to be all about glorifying the One who is worthy. 

What about you?

The Circle of Mentoring

Tuesday, October 5th, 2010

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Last week I had a full circle moment. A rare set of circumstances lined up in such a way that I knew God was teaching me something specific. It was too perfect to be a coincidence.

Several years ago I was being mentored by someone who invested in me and my writing career in a way that still amazes me when I think about it.

This woman, a seasoned veteran when it came to writing and ministry, was a consistent voice of truth in my life during a season in my life where I was being bombarded with success and it was easy to lose my way. She reminded me to seek the Lord for myself instead of allowing others to tell me what He wanted me to do.

I treasured my relationship with her. She always popped into my life with a timely word at the right time. But time and distance eventually had their way in our relationship and a woman who had once been an active force in my life slowly became a faint whisper and a pleasant memory.

For years I was sad about it. I missed my friend and her influence in my life. But, for one reason or another, I never called or emailed. Instead I let the drifting grow worse.

Last week, God brought my former mentor back into my life. For over two hours I sat on the phone and listened as she poured wisdom into my life in abundance. She quoted verses and offered insight from her own experiences that answered questions I’d been wrestling with. Without being bossy, she mapped out a course for me and pointed me in the right direction and then happily sent me on my way.

Our conversation was, as she put it, like drinking from a deep well. I hung up the phone refreshed and grateful. It was as if there had never been a season of separation.

A few days later, I received a Facebook message from a girl I mentored six or seven years ago. We met weekly for an entire year. I walked her through her first heartbreak, helped her pick a college, taught her how to have a quiet time, saw her off to her senior prom and attended her graduation party.

During a pivotal season in her life I invested in her on a consistent basis. Then, one day, she graduated and moved away. Her life went on and so did mine. Time created space and eventually we lost touch. It had been years since we’d spoken. But I still thought of her often.

She emailed me to tell me she’s mentoring high school girls now. Recently she found herself wondering if what she’s doing matters. Did these girls notice her investment? Was it changing them or shaping them in some way.

I’ll let you read part of what she wrote:

“I laugh about how I don’t necessarily get much feedback from the girls and I’m always wondering if they actually are benefiting from the relationship. Of course I am biased when I look back at myself because at first glance I think I must have always told you how much I appreciated having you in my life…but then I remember my personality then and how I probably didn’t say much at all. Therefore, I wanted to write you simply to say thank you.”

As I read her words I cried. In two days time God brought two very different women back into my life. One mentored me. I mentored the other. My life was testifying to the fruit God was bearing in the first woman’s life. The second girl’s life was evidence of some of the fruit God was bearing in mine.

It left me thinking about multiplication of ministry. Someone invested in me and I turned around and invested in someone else and now she is investing her own group of girls. It had come full circle.

Life isn’t always about who we keep in touch with. Sometimes it’s about who we touch along the way.

Whose life are you investing in? Who is investing in you? How has a mentoring relationship impacted you in some way?

I would love to hear your story.

One Choice Leads to Another

Thursday, September 30th, 2010

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Earlier this week, my husband and I ate at our favorite burger joint. The Counter isn’t your typical order off a menu place. When you walk in they hand you a checklist and a pencil. You literally customize every aspect of your burger.

We ate with some friends and none of us had identical burgers. I opted for beef with Brie cheese, sprouts, tomatoes, mixed greens and grilled onions on a regular bun with ranch dressing on the side. My husband picked beef with pineapple, dried cranberries and teriyaki. I didn’t inspect anybody else’s burger that closely.

The thing I love about The Counter is that they carry so many of my favorite toppings. But, I noticed as I was happily checking things off and working my way down the list, sometimes choosing one of my favorites automatically means eliminating another. There wasn’t room for everything on my burger. And, let’s face it, some of my favorites just wouldn’t taste good together.

I could have opted for carne asada but I really wanted Brie cheese. The thought of the two together makes me gag. By opting for Brie I also eliminated Gouda.

Life is often the same way. By choosing one thing (like a specific college or boyfriend) you automatically eliminate another. Sometimes, a single choice doesn’t automatically eliminate all other options but eventually you find yourself forced to pick between things you love.

Lately, I noticed I don’t have as much time as I once did. My life was hurtling forward at a breakneck speed and I had to make some tough choices. I couldn’t keep living at the pace I was moving at. It would have been reckless and I would have run out of energy.

So, I had to evaluate a few things and make more deliberate choices. When I realized some of my important real life relationships weren’t getting the attention they deserve, I decided to step back from some of my online interactions and let the conversations on Facebook and Twitter continue without me.

I also had to examine various writing projects, ministry opportunities and speaking invitations and prayerfully whittle the list down to the things that I felt would be the best use of my time in this season.

Notice, I said in this season. Every season of life is different. Just because something or someone played a prominent role in my life a year ago doesn’t mean that the commitment should go on as is unexamined now.

I try to make a regular habit of sitting down with the Lord several times a year, writing all of my commitments out and asking Him which things still fit in the puzzle of my life.

Sometimes letting go and making changes isn’t easy. As I let some things go, and moved others around, there were some things I needed to grieve. This is the first time in five years that I am not teaching writing. There is something just a little bit sad about that.

But, this is also the first time in six years that I am teaching a weekly Bible study again. I love every minute of it, although it is a bit challenging too. For starters, this is my first time teaching women and not teens. And I’m also teaching something someone else picked out instead of using homework I wrote myself.  

Trade offs. Life is full of them.

How do you decide what stays and what goes when your schedule gets too crowded? Do you purposefully decide what each season change brings or takes with it, or do you allow it to just happen naturally? When you pray about changes how do you listen for the voice of God?

Let’s dialogue about this. I’m really eager to hear your thoughts.

Fruit and Results Are Not The Same Thing

Tuesday, September 28th, 2010

girlwith BibleI tend to be an overachiever.

A perfectionist.

These aren’t things I’m proud of. But they are, nonetheless, true. Because of this I tend to be a results oriented person. That means I’m constantly looking for hard and fast evidence that the things I’m doing are a success.

Last night I taught on John 15:5-8 at women’s Bible study at my church. It’s a passage that used to frustrate me to no end simply because I read it wrong.

I used to assume the fruit Jesus promised to produce in our lives if we abide in Him would be equivalent to seeing stellar results in all areas of my life—especially in the areas where I was trying to serve Him. An example of my misguided thinking would be the assumption that abiding in Christ as I wrote a book would mean that the book would have super sales numbers. To me, that always seemed like a logical application of the text. I have since learned

Fruit and results are not the same thing.

In fact, not only are fruit and results entirely different things, they also come from completely different places.

I produce results. In fact, most of the time I wear myself out trying to make things happen or make myself successful.

But in John 15 Jesus says something startling. He says, “I am the vine.” His next sentence might as well be, “And you are not.”

Implicit in His introduction of who He is we also find a definition of who we are. We are just the branches.

Fruit—real lasting fruit—finds its source in the vine. The branch just gets the privilege of holding it. Without the vine the branch has nothing to hold.

What Jesus is saying here is, “I am the vine. I produce the fruit. If you want to hold some of my fruit, you hold onto Me.”

The concept of being a fruit bearer can be even more clearly defined when we realize God is simply calling each and every one of us to be a fruit holder.

This fruit Jesus speaks of isn’t measured by our results. But it is monitored by our reactions.

Jesus doesn’t come to me, or you or even your pastor on Sunday morning and ask what it is we can do for Him. He’s not after our results. He’s after us. His desire is to see us connect with Him so He can begin to dispense His reactions through us as we encounter the frustrations and heartbreaks of daily life.

So often we get caught up in measuring ourselves by our results—are we doing important things, are we becoming successful people, do a lot of people know who we are?

But the fruit Jesus wants to produce in us can be seen in our answers to questions like:

Am I more loving with that difficult person than I was a year ago?

Have I been patient in the midst of this uncertain circumstance?

Do I have joy as I face disappointment?

Can I experience peace even in the middle of a storm?   

If the answer is no, then it’s time we sit down with open Bibles and open hearts and ask God to produce these qualities in us. We can’t produce them in ourselves. So it’s time we stop trying.

Fruit and results are not the same thing.

All you have to do it abide.

Seasons of Change

Thursday, September 16th, 2010

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Change is in the air. It comes with the territory of fall.

Last week I had my first Pumpkin Spice Latte of the season and donned a sweater for the first time in months. Usually I try to drag summer out as long as possible, but this year I decided to lean into the changing of seasons instead of fighting it. Instead of lamenting the end of summer I was able to enjoy the arrival of fall.

If only I could embrace the seasons of life so willingly.

Recently I spent some time with some of my best friends from college—one was getting married and the other announced she’s pregnant with her first child. We were nineteen years old and single when we met. Back then our lives consisted of textbooks, cafeteria meals and cheap ways to travel the world.

Nine years later everything is different—even our hairstyles. Spending time with these friends, witnessing their lives unfurling into a new season right before my eyes, reminded me that life is constantly in motion. Today is always in the process of giving way to tomorrow.

Change is inevitable. But that doesn’t mean change is bad. It just means it’s different.

A few days ago I found myself navigating through a change in my life that is still unfamiliar. I was relying on systems and routines that worked well for me in the past but don’t fit well in this new season of life. Something different was needed.

In that moment I desperately wanted to conquer the challenge before me and proclaim, “Take that, Change! See? I know what I’m doing here.”

But I couldn’t. So I let out a slow breath and as I did I could hear the still small voice of the Lord whisper: Will you trust Me here the way you trusted Me there? Your life may change but I will never change.  

Suddenly the burden I had been carrying lifted.

If God is with me in my season of new then I am going to be just fine. Even when I don’t know what I’m doing He always knows what He’s doing.

He is the one constant in a life full of change. For me, that’s enough.

What about you?

The Power of Words

Tuesday, September 14th, 2010

Words.

They can be used in many ways. You can use them to encourage other people. Or weave them together to form a prayer on behalf of someone who is hurting.

Words can be put on paper to write a love letter or a thank you note. And they can be put in a text message or an email just to let someone know you care.

Words have the power to change lives. I’m a writer. I should know these things.

But I still sat in awe when I heard the testimony of Leonardo when I was in Colombia last month.

It was the words of other people that led him to place his faith in Jesus Christ.

His story is best told first person (if you are reading this post via RSS click here to watch the video):

Words.

How are you using your words today?

When Someone Else Gets What You Want

Thursday, September 2nd, 2010

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Disappointment stinks. Rejection hurts. There’s something unsettling about knowing that somebody was chosen and it wasn’t you.

Yesterday I got an email from a friend who was just turned down by a publisher she dreamed of working with. It stung. As I read her email I felt her pain. She got an answer I heard last month: I’m sorry but we just signed a competing work. What you are writing is too close to something we already have.

Technically that’s code for: Someone else already wrote it—better and faster.

Instead of railing against the publisher in her email my friend asked me how I handle rejection and how I get rid of the nagging feeling of competition that comes when I find out somebody else got the contract for the book I wanted to write.

This is what I told her:

1) God is the ultimate authority. That means God is giving and withholding book contracts in ways that fit best with His overall plans. Even when I feel like an editor rejected me or another author stole my thunder, I have to remember God is ultimately in control and His ways aren’t my ways and His thoughts aren’t my thoughts (Is. 55:8). It’s not my place to question His authority and I know His plans for me are good (Jer. 29:11). In the grand scheme of things I’ve found there are opportunities I shouldn’t have ever had that were given to me and opportunities I thought I deserved that were withheld. Only God knows His reasoning behind those things. Trust Him even when you don’t understand.  

2) Second Corinthians 9:8 says that in all things and at all times God has supplied me with everything I need to fulfill the good works He has assigned to me. No book contract? Then I don’t need one at the moment to fulfill the good works assigned for me right now. So, I take my eyes off the situation and begin to look around for what God has currently equipped me to do. Many times it’s through doing other things that new book ideas come and I’m able to replace a dead proposal with a new one.

These answers might frustrate you the same way they sometimes irritate me. But that doesn’t make them any less true.

God has given you everything you need to do His will in this moment. If He’s withholding something—or someone—you think it vital to your wellbeing you are mistaken. He has His reasons. They are for your good. Someday He may tell you.

But then again, He might not.

So, decide to trust Him anyway. Look at what He has currently given you. Not at what He hasn’t. Thank Him for whatever it is, however small it may be. Then do something for Him with it.

Do what you can even if you can’t do what you dream of. That’s always a step in the right direction.