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She Speaks Scholarship Giveaway

Friday, April 1st, 2011

She Speaks

I receive emails all the time from women of all ages who want to write and speak but have no clue how to get started. While I’m happy to help women of any age, I have a special place in my heart for the 20-something woman who feels this tug and desire.

At the age of nineteen I sat down at my laptop, alone in my dorm room, and tapped out the following words thinking I was just writing a journal entry:

In a busy, noisy world, a little girl walks onto a dark stage and begins to perform. She wears her pink princess costume with pride.

Will you love me? her actions ask. Will you hold me; will you keep me close to your heart forever?

The pain in her eyes screams at you. And with graceful pirouettes across the stage, she beckons you to choose her, to set her apart from the other performers, and to call her beloved.

She has wounds buried so deeply beneath her costume that she has almost forgotten they are there. But the laughter of her audiences echoes through her mind as she thinks of all the times she has tried and failed.

All she has ever wanted is acceptance, but she has never found it—at least not for long…

She has been missing the Divine Dance because she has been too busy dancing for men and princes to notice the king.

When I finished that night I had no idea God was beginning the process of calling me to write and speak for His glory. Over the course of the next year He took me on a journey that led me (butterflies in my stomach and all) to a writer’s conference where I sat before editors and agents and tried to figure out if the dream God placed in my heart was just my imagination. 

Turns out, it wasn’t. At the age of twenty, a real-life publisher offered me my very first book contract and God and I were off on an exciting adventure I could have never imagined. It’s been a whirlwind ever since.

In all of the conferences I‘ve been to since, one of my absolute favorites is the Proverbs 31 Ministries She Speaks Conference in Concord, NC. If you sense God beginning to tug on your heart and lead you in the direction of writing or speaking for Him, then you MUST attend this conference.

And, as a special treat, I want to let you know that the She Seeks division of Proverbs 31 is giving away a scholarship to one lucky 20-something woman who is willing to step out in faith and enter their contest. You can learn more about that here.

For those of you of any age who want to attend She Speaks you can head over to She Reads and read about they contest they are hosting here.

My story attests to the fact that God doesn’t look at us and see age. Instead, He looks for willingness, faithfulness and availability. Be willing to follow God down the path He is leading you on no matter how crazy it seems.

The Sacrifice of Broken Dreams

Sunday, January 9th, 2011

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I grew up near a duck pond.

On Saturday afternoons my dad and I would scour the grass for any un-hatched (and unattended) eggs and collect them. We had a custom built incubator at home, and in my eight-year-old mind I saw visions of ducklings dancing around my bedroom as fluffy new pets.

Every time we came across eggs, my dream was reborn in my heart. I would carefully handle the eggs, gently place them in a shoebox and squeal with excitement the entire way home. As soon as my dad placed them in the incubator I would perch myself in a chair nearby as I stared at the eggs willing them to hatch right before my eyes.

The problem was, none of my eggs ever hatched. We even took a few eggs (and our incubator) to some sort of scientific duck hatching specialist to see what the problem was. He assessed that the eggs we came across could have been unfertilized or underdeveloped.

All I understood was that I wasn’t getting pet ducklings. To say I was disappointed was an understatement. Visiting the duck pond was never much fun after that.

For years I forgot all about my childhood visits to the duck pond, and my accompanying dream of owning ducks. But recently, as I was venting some frustrations in my journal I wrote these words without thinking:

Sometimes I feel like I’m staring at God like He’s an egg in an incubator and I’m waiting for Him to hatch…

To keep reading click over to She Seeks.

Unplugged: Confessions of a Former Technology Addict

Monday, November 8th, 2010

iStock_000006119613XSmallA few weeks ago, I weaved my way through a busy crowd during the lunch-hour rush at my local Panera. I was meeting a friend I hadn’t had much time to connect with to catch up and say goodbye before she moved out of state to pursue a new job opportunity.

I spotted her across the room, gave a short wave and went to get us a table while she ordered for both of us. We only had one hour, which is never enough time when two friends have to give each other a rundown of the last few months.

We settled in quickly and began to talk fast. She went first, I followed and then we both took a quick breath and started shoving food in our mouths. About halfway through our lunch both of our phones started beeping and buzzing…

(To read the rest of this entry, click on over to She Seeks where I’m blogging today.)

Lessons From an Introvert

Monday, August 9th, 2010

iStock_000008962604XSmallFourteen. That’s what the number on the back of my nametag said at the women’s retreat I was attending at my new church. I knew it represented either a group number or the opportunity to win a door prize.

Desperately I was hoping for the door prize. Send me home with a flower, a book or even a cute bracelet. But please, oh, please don’t make me talk to strangers.

I am an extreme introvert. Just going to the retreat and rooming with five women I was still getting to know was a big step for me. The thought of being put into a small group with even more new women was something I thought would surely kill me.

When they announced it was time to play a game I immediately began looking for the exits. Nobody else moved. If I got up and walked out it would have been obvious. Inwardly I groaned. The game was called Fast Friends and I would have to sit in not one but three small groups and chat with strangers that night. My first stop was group fourteen…

To read the rest of this post head on over to She Seeks.

Lifting Up My Hands

Thursday, July 29th, 2010

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…Joshua fought the Amalekites as Moses had ordered, and Moses, Aaron and Hur went to the top of the hill. As long as Moses held up his hands, the Israelites were winning, but whenever he lowered his hands, the Amalekites were winning. When Moses’ hands grew tired, they took a stone and put it under him and he sat on it. Aaron and Hur held his hands up—one on one side, one on the other—so that his hands remained steady till sunset. So Joshua overcame the Amalekite army with the sword. –Exodus 17:10-13

The thing that I love about the above passage is that Joshua wasn’t in the battle alone. Not only that, but Moses didn’t even have to hold up his hands by himself. There was one war being fought and each person had a role to play in it. When each person did his part the battle was won.

I’m heading into my own battle or sorts this week and I could use your prayers.

Today I’m getting on a plane and heading to the She Speaks conference. Those of you who read my blog regularly know that I write for the She Seeks division of Proverbs 31 Ministries and that I also attended this same conference last year. I love these women greatly and I think they put on one of the finest conferences there is when it comes to equipping women for writing, speaking and women’s ministry.

I have several friends I don’t see often that I will get to spend a few days connecting with. But that doesn’t mean there isn’t a part of me that’s desperately afraid to get on a plane, head all the way to the other side of the United States and do crazy things like participate in a speaker evaluation group where I will be critiqued so that I can better hone my speaking skills or sit down with a bestselling author for fifteen minutes and pick his brain on how I can better go about getting a new book contract.

This last week has been very difficult for me. As I prepared to teach at women’s Bible study at my church on Tuesday night and leave for this conference this morning I was met with opposition. First, I was plagued by the most intense bout with insecurity that I’ve experienced in years. There were voices screaming in the back of my mind that God was most certainly done with me and I should not be going to a conference full of experts and fresh talent.

Then the physical ailments started. A fever and headache came out of nowhere and sucked away my concentration as I tried my hardest to prepare to teach and speak. It was strange.

I spent a lot of this week on my face begging God for the strength to do what was before me and for the courage to walk in my calling.

That’s where you come into the story. I’m really hoping I won’t have to go to She Speaks alone. I’m asking you to go with me, to lift up my hands. If you feel so compelled, I’m asking you to storm the gates of heaven on my behalf from now through Sunday.

Some of the things you can pray for include:

▪Safe and on-time travels. I will be flying into thunderstorms and I have a tight connection that will barely get me to North Carolina on time to attend a dinner I need to be at on Thursday night. Please also pray my suitcase arrives safely with me.

▪Fresh vision and purpose about what God has for me in this season of life

▪Affirmation and confidence in my calling

▪New friends and strong ministry relationships that will be mutually encouraging

▪Bonding with my friends on the She Seeks team

▪A radical experience with God in the prayer room at the conference

Please know you will not waste a prayer on me. If you choose to pray for me this weekend I would love to know about it so I can personally thank you. So please leave a comment below.

I promise a full update after I get home from the conference. Thank you for your prayers and your support. I really couldn’t do what I do without you—and honestly, I wouldn’t want to either :)

Please also feel free to let me know how I can be praying for you.

Book Review: Picking Dandelions

Thursday, July 22nd, 2010

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A few months ago, Sarah Cunningham was completely unknown to me. I actually first heard about her when she wrote a guest post over at She Seeks. The title, Faith Beyond Care Bears & Kindergarten, captured my attention and her story resonated with something deep inside of me.

Sometimes those of us who grow up in Christian homes and learn to recite Bible verses before we even understand what sin is come to a crossroads where we are forced to decide if Jesus Christ is a part of our childhood or if He is Lord of our lives.

Since Sarah explored that theme so well in her post, I jumped at the chance to receive a complimentary copy of her new book Picking Dandelions in exchange for agreeing to write a blog post about it.

Her book is very much like her post—honest confessions from a churched girl who bumbled her way through life desperately trying to find her way to Jesus. Written as a memoir, Picking Dandelions reads more like a novel than your typical non-fiction How-to-Find-Jesus book. That may because it isn’t a how-to guide, although Sarah shares candidly about how she did find Jesus—and how she kept finding Him long after she became a Christian.

The climax of this book isn’t found in one single earth shattering moment when Sarah finally discovered the Truth, but instead is a well-paced journey of one girl who found Jesus a little bit at a time.

For those of you who have grown up in the Church and are having a hard time figuring what the Bible really says and what you’ve simply been conditioned to believe, this book is worth a read. It’s easy reading—perfect for the relaxing atmosphere of summer.

To purchase your own copy of Picking Dandelions, or to learn more about Sarah, visit here website here.

**P.S. Sarah is compiling a list of greatest reads of all time. She asked me to list three titles I think should make the list. They are: The Knowledge of the Holy by A. W. Tozer, Don’t Waste Your Life by John Piper and I Am Not But I Know I AM by Louie Giglio      

**P.S.S. I have a vlog post up at She Seeks today if you want to pop over and hear me talk about my “smile file” and how our words hold the power to encourage other people. You can see it here.

She Seeks: Running to Win

Monday, June 28th, 2010

workoutIn May I did something I once believed I would never be able to do. I competed in my first 5K. For those of you who are veteran runners my accomplishment probably doesn’t sound like much to you, but to me it was a form of conquering the impossible.

I’m asthmatic. Not in an I had asthma as a kid or Every now and then I have to puff on an inhaler kind of way. But in an I must take my inhaler twice a day and use an additional inhaler for exercise or asthma attacks kind of way. It’s bad.

Several years ago I had to pass on one of my closest friend’s bachelorette weekends because it involved an eight mile bike ride that would have sent me straight into an asthma attack. Over the years I’ve missed camping trips, hikes and other outdoor adventures because I allowed my disease to dictate what I could and couldn’t do.

I was defined by my limitations. By my weakness…

To read the rest of this post head over to She Seeks.

She Seeks: An Interview with My Friend Krystal

Thursday, June 24th, 2010

Kris and Shannon.jpegThis is Krystal (this picture is circa 2006 in case you were wondering why my hair is blonde). We’ve been friends since 1987 when we met in a Sunday School class at a small church neither of our families stayed at for long. Sometimes I think God led us all there just so Krystal and I could be friends.

Together we survived acne, high school and a road trip on which one of the girls traveling with us insisted on sleeping on a pool raft (I should blog about that some time). 

In 2005 she stood beside me when I got married and I was there to witness her nuptials a mere year later. Our conversations over the years have progressed from Barbies to boys to which of us is going to have kids first. She’s the closest thing I have to a sister and I love her like family. Even though we live two hours apart we get together once a quarter at our favorite Mexican place (where we both always order the cheese enchilada special) and catch up.

Yesterday was our summer lunch date and since I knew I had a vlog post for She Seeks due today I thought I’d change things up a bit and interview Krystal instead of talking to you myself (you already have 20 minutes of video of me this week–that’s enough, right?). The topic this week at She Seeks is not feeling like you are enough–pretty enough, smart enough, good enough…you name it.

Krystal has an interesting story from high school about a time other girls made her feel like she wasn’t enough. Now, more than a decade later she works as a school counselor with junior high and high school students and she uses her story to encourage others.

Today, she’s using that story to encourage you. So head on over to She Seeks and watch what she has to say. Then leave a comment for her over there to let her (and me) know you stopped by.

Time Management 101

Thursday, May 27th, 2010

ClockToday over at She Seeks I’m vlogging about one of my favorite time management tips. Feel free to click over and watch before coming back here to finish reading this post.

I’ll be honest. Time management is an ongoing struggle for me. It’s never been more apparent than it was a few months ago when I found myself running late to a time management seminar while choking down fast food. Ironic, huh?

In the vlog I talk about how keeping an occasional time-log can help you identify where your time is going and help you figure out what’s profitable and what’s not. This is always a good place to start. Managing time is kind of like balancing a budget. You need to figure out where you’re over spending in order to stop the problem.

Here are a few ways keeping a time-log has helped me.

1. It helped me realize how much time was going to the internet and TV. Now, I’m not going to tell you how many hours in my week were being sucked away by one of these forms of technology (it’s just flat embarrassing). But I will tell you that I had no idea until I sat down and calculated it. The DVR had unwittingly become a curse since it freely recorded shows I wasn’t home to watch. Then I would come home and stay up too late watching all of my recorded shows or I would waste a weekend catching up.

Starting now, I am limiting the number of shows I am even allowed to record and the amount of hours I spend on the internet. If you struggle with how much time you waste online, decide up front how much time you want to invest there and set a timer. When it beeps log off. Period. It’s too easy to get caught up in perusing Facebook profiles or reading blogs. Or (let’s be honest) even shopping.   

2. It made me mindful of interruptions. I learned a lot in the time management class I went to, but there was one point that was more powerful for me than the rest. Marcia Ramsland pointed out that things like emails, text messages and Facebook notifications are interruptions in my day. The downside of being so readily accessible is that people feel like they should be able to get your attention right away and have you drop whatever you are doing. I was literally wasting hours in my day checking email, replying to texts and answering my phone when I was in the middle of something else. I was never finished and always frustrated.

Now, I sit down and reply to emails once or twice a day for 30 minutes to an hour and I don’t answer email on the weekends. I reply to email when it fits in my schedule. I also don’t check every text or voice message as it comes in. I wait until I have time to read/listen and respond. If someone leaves me a message and they need something urgent and I don’t have time for a long conversation, I send a short text message with the answer they need. That way they get their info and I get my time.

If the call isn’t urgent, I return it when I have time to talk. I also don’t hesitate to send a call to voicemail if I’m in the middle of doing something else—even if it happens to be relaxing. I don’t have a lot of downtime in life and I wouldn’t have any if I always picked up my phone.

3. It caused me to evaluate what really was worth doing. I get asked to volunteer a lot of my time to many good ministries and causes. Unfortunately I don’t have enough time to do it all. When a new opportunity comes along that I would really love to take advantage of I have to sit down and analyze the fruitfulness of my existing volunteer work. Am I wasting a lot of time in meetings that don’t accomplish anything? Are some of the activities really social gatherings disguised as ministry? Is what I am contributing effective and resulting in the overall growth of the ministry?

Sometimes I’ve had to step back from an existing commitment because it was no longer working or never really did to begin with. Prayerfully (and I emphasize that) stepping down from something that is wasting your time can be a great way to find time for a new opportunity that will be much more fruitful and productive.

These are just a few ways using a time-log has helped me. How do you evaluate how effectively you are spending your time when you get too busy or feel stressed?

I would love to hear your thoughts.

She Seeks: What Does the Bible Really Mean?

Tuesday, April 13th, 2010

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When I was fifteen years old I thought God told me who I was going to marry. I could even quote a Bible verse explaining my reasoning. It’s embarrassing to type that now, but back then I was convinced that God used a Bible verse to tell me I was going to marry one of my guy friends.

Imagine my devastation when he married someone else. I was shocked. By then I was well over the guy but I couldn’t seem to wrap my mind around one thing: God lied to me, or so I thought. I read the verse and re-read it. I knew what it said. But I didn’t know what it meant — or what the original author intended for it to mean, anyway.

To read the rest of this post come visit me over at She Seeks.