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Just a Little Note (& a Giveaway!)

Tuesday, January 24th, 2012
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Growing up I was taught to always write a thank you note.
As a child the task seemed sometimes arduous–especially if I was thanking somebody for an ugly sweater. But I see now how the simple act of writing a thank you note cultivated a heart of gratitude in me. Every time I received a gift of any kind I was taught to stop and write out a reason I was appreciative and send it  to the giver. It wasn’t long before I began to turn the practice of thank you card writing into an art form. I looked for just the write stationary, got creative in my reasons for liking the gift, and attempted to let people know they were even more meaningful to me as the gifts they sent.
So when DaySpring offered to send free cards to anyone willing to participate in their January (in)spired deals I knew I was in. The cards came just in time for me to send off some thank you notes and it turns out people loved the cards just as much as I did. My friends and family all commented on the cuteness and quality. I happen to be the owner of a sweet Beagle puppy named Lucy, so sending a DaySpring  card with Snoopy on the front was a perfect fit for me.
The Peanuts line also includes friendship & encouragement cards I haven’t had the opportunity to use yet. But I look forward to sending them too.
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But that isn’t even the best part. DaySpring has also given me a $20 coupon code to give to one lucky blog reader. To enter, all you have to do is leave a comment below telling me about a thank you card you sent or received that was meaningful to you.
I will close the comments on Friday, February, 3, 2012 at 12 pm PST. And I will use random.org to help me select a winner so make sure you leave a working email address so I know how to contact you if you win. The coupon code is good until December 31, 2012 and can be used on anything in the DaySpring store.
**Disclaimer: DaySpring provided me with free cards in exchange for writing a review. All opinions expressed in this post are my own.
Update: Comments are now closed. Thank you for entering. The winner is Nicole B.
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As a child the task seemed sometimes arduous–especially if I was thanking somebody for an ugly sweater. But I see now how the simple act of writing a thank you note cultivated a heart of gratitude in me. Every time I received a gift of any kind I was taught to stop and write out a reason I was appreciative and send it  to the giver. It wasn’t long before I began to turn the practice of thank you card writing into an art form. I looked for just the write stationary, got creative in my reasons for liking the gift, and attempted to let people know they were even more meaningful to me as the gifts they sent.

So when DaySpring offered to send free cards to anyone willing to participate in their January (in)spired deals I knew I was in. The cards came just in time for me to send off some thank you notes and it turns out people loved the cards just as much as I did. My friends and family all commented on the cuteness and quality. I happen to be the owner of a sweet Beagle puppy named Lucy, so sending a DaySpring  card with Snoopy on the front was a perfect fit for me.

The Peanuts line also includes friendship & encouragement cards I haven’t had the opportunity to use yet. But I look forward to sending them too.

But that isn’t even the best part. DaySpring has also given me a $20 coupon code to give to one lucky blog reader. To enter, all you have to do is leave a comment below telling me about a thank you card you sent or received that was meaningful to you.

I will close the comments on Friday, February, 3, 2012 at 12 pm PST. And I will use random.org to help me select a winner so make sure you leave a working email address so I know how to contact you if you win. The coupon code is good until December 31, 2012 and can be used on anything in the DaySpring store.

**Disclaimer: DaySpring provided me with free cards in exchange for writing a review. All opinions expressed in this post are my own.

One Word 2011

Thursday, January 6th, 2011

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Be.

That’s my one word for 2011. As in:

Be present.

Be thankful.

Be content.

 Be joyful.

Be peaceful.

Be patient.

Be kind.

Be gentle.

The list could go on but you get the point. Some of you may think I’m letting myself off easy because a word like be doesn’t require me to actually do anything. That’s exactly the point. I’m a Type A personality—a doer by nature. All of my life I’ve struggled with my tendency to base my worth on what I do.

At the end of last year as I wrote in my journal and prayed about what 2011 would hold, I felt like the Lord showed me He wanted me to focus on who I am and not on what I do. The areas He wants me to be mindful of this year pertain more to who I am and less on what I can produce.

2011 will be about receiving and not about achieving. For me, it’s going to be a year of surrender. Laying it all down like this is probably one of the riskiest things I’ve ever done. I like to be in control and there’s nothing further from control than a posture of surrender. Control demands holding on tight, and in this season God is asking me to fully let go.

In the final week of last year God began to show me that there are seasons of reaping and seasons of sowing. This is a season of sowing. Far less glamorous, and often devoid of results, seasons of sowing are sometimes difficult and thankless but absolutely vital to yielding a healthy gain in the future.

If I fail to embrace the season of sowing not only will I miss the rich lessons it holds, but I will also reap very little in seasons to come. You cannot reap what you have not sown.

Ecclesiastes 3:2 says there is a time to plant and a time to harvest.

2011 is to be a planting year. May my roots grow deep in rich soil so one day I will yield a plentiful harvest.

Receiving not achieving.

Learning to just be.

What’s your one word for 2011? 

Decluttering My Soul

Tuesday, January 4th, 2011

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I spent the last week of 2010 cleaning out my clutter.

There was a lot of journaling and praying and fervently flipping through Scripture to find certain verses.

At the end of it all I felt like my soul had finally exhaled after a year of holding my breath. The truth is I felt like I spent much of 2010 under water. No matter how hard I worked, or how focused I was, I constantly felt behind. It was like I was swimming in a race but I kept sinking despite my best efforts.   Instead of getting ahead I could barely catch my breath.

By the time December got here I was exhausted. Usually I spend the last week of the year praying, planning and charting as I set my goals and resolutions for the year ahead. This year when I sat down for my annual date, I starred at the empty pages before me for what seemed like hours.

You see, 2011 isn’t just any year for me. I’m having a birthday in less than two weeks—a birthday that ends in a 9. It’s the last year for me to accomplish everything I wanted to achieve in the pivotal decade that has been my twenties. Crossing those last few things off my list would be feasible, but it would also be all consuming.

Internally I began to experience a tug of war.

Did I really want to exhaust myself in an attempt to achieve everything I set out to do when I was 20 or did I want to reexamine who I’ve become in the nine years since and see if different dreams and plans might be worth pursuing?

In a move that was somewhat surprising—even to me—I chose to let my list go. I mentally walked myself back in time and reacquainted myself with 20-year-old Shannon. She dreamed big. With a promising decade spread before her she cast her net wide. In nine years she was able to do almost everything she set out to do—and plenty of things she never imagined in her wildest dreams.

But the thing that struck me about her was how different she is from who I am now. I’ve lived a lot of life in that time and I’ve experienced devastating heartbreaks and thrilling victories that couldn’t have been foreseen at the threshold of my twenties. I’m still dreaming big and casting my net wide, but the things I want have changed.

Letting go of the initial blueprint I set for myself at the age of 20 isn’t failing. It’s growing.

I’m releasing old dreams so I can embrace new ones. My focus is now on being and not so much on doing. I’m more concerned with receiving God’s dreams for me than I am with telling Him about my dreams for 2011. For the first time in almost a decade I feel free.  

I can’t think of a better way to start the New Year.

Grace for What Is Not for What Might Be

Thursday, October 14th, 2010

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Advil and an ice bag.

That’s how I spent my weekend. My husband and I had plans to attend a wedding, go to church and do a few other things.

But that came to an abrupt halt when I woke up on Saturday morning unable to move without excruciating back pain.

In the past, doctors told me I have a high threshold for pain. But what I experienced over the weekend was off the charts for me. Sitting up was impossible. So, I laid flat on my back on the couch icing for thirty minutes and then resting for thirty minutes on and off. I was also popping Advil every six hours.

Sunday was much of the same. There’s not much you can do from flat on your back. Pray, read, watch TV, take a nap. I did all of those things.

When I was still in pain on Sunday night I began to worry. Monday nights I teach a women’s Bible study. Am I going to be able to teach? Should I ice my back on the drive to church? My mind raced with questions.

By Monday morning the pain was milder but there was still a genuine discomfort and the occasional sharp twinge. So ice and Advil aided me throughout the day again. During small group discussion time before I taught, my back was bothering me so I silently prayed for the grace to get up and teach. Every few minutes I adjusted my position in my chair to try to find a sweet spot.  

When I took the stage I was pain free for the duration of my teaching. It wasn’t until I sat down afterwards that I felt my back start hurting again. The exact same thing happened when I guest taught another Bible study for a sick friend on Wednesday morning.

Intense pain except for the thirty minutes I was teaching. Twice. How odd.

God had given me grace for the moment. He released the pressure in my back just long enough for me to do what He had commissioned me to do. Although I would have preferred a complete removal of the pain, God gave me the strength I needed to teach though it.

He had equipped me for a difficulty in the moment I needed it.

This week I also received a phone call with some potential bad news. A loved one needs a biopsy. Together we’re hanging in the balance between what could be no big deal and what could be cancer.

When I hung up from the call my mind began to race and swirl. Where is God’s grace in this moment?

Then it hit me. God wasn’t giving me grace for a maybe. Instead, He chooses to give us the grace and strength we need to face difficult moments as they come. If the news is bad, and it turns out to be cancer, He’ll give me and my loved one the ability to face the situation head on.

2 Corinthians 12:9 says God’s grace is sufficient for us and His power is made perfect in our weakness.

It doesn’t say He gives us all the grace and strength we need up front so we will have it incase we need it. No, grace and strength come as we need them—not before.

God will be with you in the midst of every real trial. But He doesn’t travel with us into our imagined worries because our potential problems don’t actually exist.

Grace for the moment. I’m thanking God for it and choosing to rest in it today.

How has God given you the grace and strength you need in a difficult moment? Do you worry about trials that haven’t materialized? How does this post change your perspective?

Broken Dreams

Thursday, August 26th, 2010

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What do you do with broken dreams?

I’ve often asked myself that question—especially when I’m picking up the shattered shards of a dream that has fallen apart.

A few weeks ago, I polled my Facebook audience and asked them what topics they would like to see me write about. One theme kept recurring. Although it was worded a little differently each time, it always sounded something like this:

How do I keep going when my dreams look impossible and it would be easier to give up?

Last week, when I was in Bogota, Colombia with Compassion International, I found myself seated at dinner next to a popular recording artist who was also on the trip. We started talking about our careers and how we got started and before I knew it I was completely wrapped up in her story.

Years ago, she had signed a deal with Sony. She was on her way to the top on fast-forward. But it wasn’t long before she hit a snag. A dishonest producer and a messy lawsuit resulted in her being dropped from her label. Nobody wanted to touch her after that.

So, she packed up her bags and moved home. For years she worked from 9 to 5 and played local shows on the weekends. Every morning she woke up to the reality that life was not what she thought it would be.

Eventually, living that way crushed her spirit. In tears she found herself crying out to God asking Him to take her passion for music away if He didn’t have plans to use it. That night, for the first time, she felt free.

Within days a new door opened. It wasn’t a record deal or a promise of fame. But it was a connection. That one connection led to another connection that led to another connection until this woman was given an opportunity to pursue music again and move back to Nashville.

But first she had a house to sell.

In a miraculous turn of events, the house was sold within two weeks and there were no remaining obstacles for her return to music. And she’s been steadily climbing the charts ever since.

“I’m older than I thought I’d be when all of this happened,” she said. “It looks different than I thought it would. But I can’t believe the places God has taken me with my music.”

She looked around the restaurant at the rest of our team and the Compassion staff.

“For instance, I never thought I’d be here.” She paused. “During that time I learned that a dream delayed is not a dream denied.”

There is often a misperception that leads people to believe that those of us who have recorded an album, written a book or performed in front of a large crowd don’t struggle. Many people believe that doing something once, twice (or even ten times) means you have arrived.

I know better. Those of us who make careers out of things that other people only dream about understand that sometimes it seems like the bad days outweigh the good. We’ve cried into our pillows on more nights than we care to remember. And we’ve had to sweep up the pieces of our shattered dreams and our broken hearts.

Pursuing your dreams is risky business. It never quite plays out the way it does in your head. There are ups and downs and moments of utter despair. Yet, somehow it’s the low moments that prepare you for the high ones. It’s the brokenness that lays the foundation for success. It’s not seeing your dream fully realized that drives you to keep trying until you do.

If there’s one thing I’ve come to understand about those who succeed when it comes to pursuing their dreams it is this:

Success doesn’t always come in direct proportion to your measure of talent. Sometimes, success comes to those with the fiercest determination to never give up.

So, put your actions behind your faith today and take one step—one single step—in the direction of your dreams.

Sometimes, that’s all it takes.

The Power to Dream

Tuesday, August 24th, 2010

Vision Board

His name was Larry Miller.

A retired college professor who quickly grew bored at home, Mr. Miller (as I knew him then) showed up to teach the second grade in slacks and a dress shirt every day. He was strict but kind and I will never forget him.

He was the first person who saw an inkling of writing talent in me. I don’t remember the specifics anymore. All I know is that I wrote a story that had something to do with my golden retriever and after reading it he called my mother.

“Shannon will grow up to become an author,” he said. “Her story is exceptional. Continue to encourage her in her writing.”

One man saw talent in an awkward eight-year-old girl and he encouraged it and went out of his way to enlist others to nurture and grow that talent too.

Long before I knew I wanted to be an author, I knew I was good at something. While I struggled with math or turned my nose up at science, there was one area I always excelled: writing.

Part of that, I’m sure, is due to gifting. But part of it can be credited to the fact that my teacher and my parents instilled confidence in me by recognizing my talent when they saw it. I’ve never been afraid to sit down to a blank sheet of paper and put words on the page. For as long as I can remember, I’ve always known I was good at it.

Last week when I was in Bogota, Colombia with Compassion International I met hundreds of kids who might not have a Larry Miller in their lives. Yet, for now, they still choose to dream.

One project I visited has a vision board on the wall in one of the hallways. On it, children cut out photos of their faces and pasted them on pictures of people living out their dream careers. There was a soccer player, an Olympic runner and even a rock star, among other things.

I stopped and studied the board and thought back to my second grade self. Vision is a powerful thing. Sometimes the only thing that stands between where we are and where we want to be is our inability to see ourselves there.

Each of us has the opportunity to be a Larry Miller in the life of someone else. You don’t have to be a teacher or a parent to instill the power to dream in another person. All you have to do is speak up.

Next time you notice raw talent in someone say it. Cast a vision before someone else and give her permission to dream. Instill in him the confidence he needs to be worthy of the task.

Decide today that you are going to make a difference.

While you’re at it, take a moment to reflect on the Larry Millers in your life. If you can find them, take the time to thank them.

But if, like me, your Larry Miller is someone you have no way of tracking down, honor that person and his or her role in your life by choosing to pay it forward. Never underestimate the power of words.

After all, my writing career started in the second grade.

God of the Unexpected

Thursday, July 8th, 2010

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I live in Southern California about ten miles away from the beach. Splashing in the waves and lying out in the sun (while wearing sunscreen, of course) is as normal to me as breathing. Sometimes I head to the beach for a few hours, other times I head there for an all day trip. But either way, I’ve been to the beach enough times to know that sand is brown and the rocks you find along the shoreline are usually some shade of gray or brown.

So, imagine my shock a few weeks ago when Michael and I went exploring in some local canyons with a trail that led straight down to the beach—a new beach we’d never been to before. When we finished the long trek down to water’s edge we were confronted with a sparking black sand beach peppered with bright red stones.

Everywhere I looked it seemed like tiny diamonds were winking at me as the summer sun hit the black sand in just the right way. When I bent down to pick up one of the smooth red stones I imagined filling a jar with their unusual color and displaying them in my home.

This particular location challenged everything I knew about beaches—even though I’ve been to the beach many times in my life. There was something different and unexpected about this encounter with the beach that refreshed my tired and weary soul. Seeing things that challenged what I expected made the beach a new occurrence for me again and it set me in a mode of exploration and adventure that I hadn’t experienced since I was a kid and the beach was brand new to me.

Sometimes our walks with God can be like my experience with the beach. If we’ve known Him for any length of time we grow comfortable with the familiar ways in which God speaks to us. We expect Him to say the things He always says. While we look forward to our experiences with Him, we’re never looking for Him to do anything new or unexpected.

We put Him in the same box He’s always been in, where the sand is always brown and the rocks are always gray. But sometimes God wants to do a new work in our lives. He wants to take us to a new level of believing Him—not just believing in Him but trusting Him in new adventures in life.

When I was twenty years old God led me on a path the resulted in my first book contract. I wasn’t experienced. The odds were against me. Nobody I knew had ever done anything like that before. But I let the God I knew well in everyday circumstances take me on an adventure through something new and exciting. That one adventure with Him has led to many more adventures in the years that followed.  

We all have to get to a place in our faith where we learn to trust God in the unexpected; to follow Him down paths we’ve never experienced before. It involves risk and facing the unknown head on. When we trust God in this way—and we’re willing to abandon our idea of how things should be—we find that God is bigger than we ever dreamed He could be and that our faith is growing as a result.

How have you been putting God in a box and expecting “the sand to always be brown and the rocks to always be gray”? What is one area God may be challenging you to trust Him in new ways?

Life in the Hold-It Zone

Thursday, July 1st, 2010

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I’m a perpetual list maker. Every day I move through life checking items off my To Do list. My calendar syncs to my phone and I am all about scheduling things like long phone calls or lunch dates rather than doing them spontaneously.

I tend to be a person who works her way through life with a “What’s next?” mentality. Moving from project to project and task to task I’m always doing what’s in front of me and looking toward what is next. This works just fine when life is busy and things are moving along quickly, but every so often I find that God leads me to a place I affectionately (or not so affectionately, really) call the Hold-It Zone. It’s a stopping place—sometimes a resting place; other times a redirecting place but always a place of minimal activity.

Summer usually finds me in a bit of a Hold-It Zone. School’s out for the summer so I’m not teaching creative writing like I do part-time throughout the rest of the year. Right now I have two book proposals being shopped but nothing under contract, and I’m not traveling for work again until late July. I’m still working on some freelance articles and a few other things, but life is slower than it normally is.

As much as I hate all things slow, I’ve found that the Hold-It Zone is actually a great place to hear the voice of the Lord—although I might not always enjoy what He is saying. Lately, as I’ve been faithfully meeting Him at my kitchen table each morning with His Word and a few study tools spread before me, it seems like every passage of Scripture or bit of Bible study homework has all been pointing toward one thing.

God wants me to see that I’ve been asking the wrong question. What’s next? is an assuming question. It’s focused on the future not the present. Questions like that are asked when I’m assuming that what God has for me tomorrow is more important than what He has for me today.

What’s next? is an appealing question to perpetual over-planners like me. Something about it makes us feel like we’re in control even when we know we’re not. If we know what’s coming down the line we feel like we can be better prepared for it—or like we can daydream ourselves right out of the less than ideal situations we find ourselves in today.

Recently, I’ve come to terms with the fact that one of the reasons God has me in the Hold-It Zone right now is to teach me to ask a better question—a character building question. What now? This question focuses on today and the immediate tasks at hand—even if they are small and seemingly without purpose.

Sometimes the answers to the What Now? question are really simple. Call that friend you never have time for. Ask the checker at the grocery store how her day is going. Invite someone over for dinner. Make a coffee date with a new friend.

Asking What now? instead of What’s Next? gives us the time we need to live in the moment—to experience God in today instead of worrying about how He’s going to show up tomorrow.

It builds character in us during seasons when we’d rather be doing something more important or thrilling. Asking a question like that is a good test of whether Jesus Christ is really Lord of our lives or just someone we follow when it looks like He’s going someplace big or exciting.

Maybe today you’ve found yourself in your own Hold-It Zone of sorts as the slower pace of summer is settling in. If so, then you’re in the perfect spot to start asking a life changing question: What Now?

I would love to hear your thoughts on the Hold-It Zone and asking What Now? instead of What’s Next?

 

 

Congratulations Graduates!

Thursday, June 3rd, 2010

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Michael Primicerio

Bachelor of Science in Organizational Leadership

Summa Cum Laude

Biola University

May 28, 2010

Are you graduating too? If you are graduating from eighth grade, high school or college this spring tell me about it in the comments section so we can all celebrate with you. Congratulations on your hard work!

Life Unplugged

Tuesday, May 25th, 2010

Yankee Game

Last week I went on vacation. That’s right. The blog posts you read were scheduled via auto post and my silence on Twitter and Facebook was due to the fact that I was traipsing through New York City and the surrounding areas with my husband.

As we sat in the airport waiting to depart for our long awaited adventure we both tapped out emails and text messages on our Blackberries. We knew the second we boarded that plane we were going to do something we hadn’t done for a very long time—cut ourselves off from the outside world (at least via technology). Aside from a few tweets I sent to one of the Yankees when we were at the stadium and hoping to get an autograph, we both kept up our end of the deal. No emails, no text messages, no Twitter and no Facebook.

You  know what? It was the most fun either of us had in a long time. We were completely focused on each other. We had distraction free conversations and we lived 100% in the moment.

Although I was tempted to tell the world when we encountered exciting moments like meeting Denzel Washington or watching the Yankees beat the Red Sox with a walk off homerun, I refrained. For once, life was more about living the experience than telling other people about it.

While I’m glad to be back to blogging, Twitter and Facebook I enjoyed my break from my life online more than I could have imagined. And I’ve decided to rethink my approach to all of those things now that I’m home.

While those things will still have a place in my life, they no longer will dictate my life. If there’s a real live person in front of me, then the people accessible through technology will have to wait. I don’t want the people in my life to remember me as the girl who only gave them half of her attention because she always had her Blackberry in her hand.

My vacation taught me that intentional living is much more rewarding that getting more done. Quality relationships are to be valued over quantity of relationships.

With summer coming up you are going to have a lot more time to log online and connect. How do you plan to be intentional about your in person relationships? How will you live 100% in the moment instead of tying yourself to technology 24/7?  

I’d love to hear your thoughts.