Monday, January 31, 2011

words.

words mean more at night
like a song
and did you ever notice
the way light means more than it did all day long

so I’ll send you my words
from the corners of my room
and though I write them by the light of day
please read them by the light of the moon

{gregory alan isakov}


Wednesday, January 26, 2011

strawberry milk.

since I moved to nashville, one of my closest friends has become B, age 4.

he's super cute and hilarious. he hates when I call him "silly face" or "B" or anything other than his full, proper name. he loves trains, kraft mac and cheese, and diving into the pool.

I was hanging with B recently {and his awesome parents of course}. we were all in the kitchen sipping on the last of our "mommy juice" cocktails, eating cookies, and talking about various, incredibly boring things to B.

at that time, B decided he wanted some strawberry milk. so he asked mommy to get it for him.

as mommy went to open the fridge to fulfill this simple request from the darling boy with a justin beiber haircut, B suddenly noticed the existence of rice pudding in the fridge. he wanted some of that too. and so, the deliberations began.

B was given the option - he could have strawberry milk OR he could have plain milk and rice pudding. he had to choose.

this was a devastatingly difficult decision for such a little man to make. neither choice was a good one. he wanted both. he had to have both. and so, the breakdown began.

he stomped his foot. he shed a few tears. he put up a good fight. but the results remained the same. he had to choose.

clearly, mommy knew that having both of those sweet things would be more destructive than good for him - but B wasn't able to rationalize that. he wanted what he wanted.

***

later that same night I found myself curled up in bed, trying to fall asleep with some things weighing heavy on my mind. praying. talking to God about it.

and then I got upset. and then I had a breakdown. and then I threw a tantrum.

I want what I want. I want it now. don't You think I deserve it? haven't I been good? what else can I do? I'm sorry if I screwed up in some way that is making You hold out on me this thing I am asking for. I think You love me but I am having a hard time feeling that You love me. I'm tired of it. I'm tired of this. I'm going to stop asking. is that what You want?

I shed a few crocodile tears. I was mad. I blew my nose and went back to bed. trying to fall asleep with a most unpeaceful heart.

***

after B's mini-breakdown over the choices, he went with the rice pudding and plain milk. {good decision making skills - that way he got to have 2 things instead of just 1. and he could have the strawberry milk in the morning.}

he sat contentedly with his choice. being a very good boy.

he didn't eat much of it. we asked him why.

he really still wanted the strawberry milk too. he wanted it all. he "just wanted it to be a special night"...

and so with those completely adorable words, he got the strawberry milk too. and a snuggle from mommy.

***

while trying to fall asleep back in my bed later that night, after my own tantrum, I thought about the strawberry milk.

I'm asking God for strawberry milk and rice pudding.
I want what I choose.
and now.
I don't want to wait.

nothing much changes from a 4 year old to a 29 year old.

the strawberry milk incident was a sobering thought for me.

after a little time cooling off, I reminded myself once again that God has a plan for my good. for His timing. He's going to give me what I need - not too soon {that much we know for sure} but not too late either. I've got to trust Him and accept just the small sweets He gives me each day, and wait for the right time to get it all.

BUT, you say - B did end up getting his strawberry milk too! {he's one lucky kid}

here's the thing, just a few days after my tantrum, God gave me a really big sweet. I wouldn't have dared to expect it, after that lesson learned. but, He gave it anyway. He was holding out because he wanted it to be special.

gah, I feel lucky.

Sunday, January 16, 2011

13 going on 30.

dear 13 year old shannon,

1994, when you're 13, is going to be a year of a lot of change for you. you're starting high school at mceachern. you're all grown up, clearly. I would advise you to watch less "my so called life" - it might help you learn how to deal with relationships in a more healthy way in the future. be nicer to everyone - the emo trend hasn't even started yet and you're too middle class to be grunge. those quotes and magazine clippings you tape to your wall - keep that up - you will always save those and look back on them fondly. your mind is being shaped and your love for culture and music is growing. hold your church friends close - they will be the source of your best memories for the next few years. savor every lock in, every youth camp, every wednesday night supper, every frisbee golf game (even though you hate sports) - those were good times.

for the next few years of high school you will make really close girlfriends who will define high school for you. you will not be cool. so stop trying. even though you live in the trendy neighborhood and ride the bus with all the cool people - its not going to happen for you. that's why I'm telling you - hold close to your true friends. try not to cry too hard after geometry class. you will never, ever have to use it again. all you have to do is make it through. but pay extra attention in spanish class - you're going to use that for the rest of your life.

in 1999, as high school comes to a close, you have no idea how dramatically your life is about to change. next up - college. in the mean time, your mom and dad will go through some rocky stuff. but keep up hope, because it's all going to be ok. and that boy you like, the one who is much older - just be grateful for who he is and not try to make it more. he's a good person but not the one. you're way too young for the one.

you'll pick young harris college because it looks... manageable. 500 people. small town. methodist school. not too far from home, but not too close. it looks like a good fit - and it is. the next 2 years are full of pure joy. easy classes, good grades. amazing friends. lots of naps. lots of beautiful, memorable times in the mountains of north georgia. there will be one boy you really like. he will be a great friend, but nothing more, and don't worry, you'll get over it after about a year and a half when you meet someone else who sweeps you off your feet. you'll be president of a service society, and begin to see in yourself the desire to give and help others. you'll go to mexico on spring break, and your heart will be broken.

in the summer of 2001 you'll go back to mexico to be a missionary and build houses for a summer. your first week there will be your 20th birthday. and you'll spend it crying inside your sleeping bag, curled up on your cot inside that mexican church, hoping no one hears you. but, don't worry, in a few hours they will surprise you and have a cake and sing happy birthday and you'll be reassured that you can do this. you can do this. you'll build houses for people who have no where to live. you'll navigate the backroads and alleys of juarez. you'll drive a 15 passenger van, and pack tool kits. you will electrically.wire.a.house. and hurting people will have a new place to call home. you'll learn a lot of spanish there, too. and your love of mexican people, food, and culture will stick with you forever. oh, that summer you meet a boy and have a classic summer romance. you will love every second of it. just be careful not to get caught making out with him in the ministry truck on that vista parking lot.

in the fall of 2001 you'll go to uga. pay attention to that first day in public relations administration class. you'll be sitting next to your sweet friend sarah, having a discussion about how you don't know what public relations is... and then it will be become your career path. but your religion and spanish classes at uga will actually bring you to life and challenge you. always have. you'll spend your last semester doing an internship in downtown atlanta with a pr firm - do good at it. they'll offer you a job. but, you won't take it. surprise! you're crazy. but at this point, you know what god has called you to do. and it isn't trying to get more people to eat popeye's chicken.

2 weeks after you graduate from uga in 2003, you'll move to boone, north carolina. and you'll be there for a long long time - so, settle in. and buy a snow shovel. god has given you a gift to work in full-time ministry helping kids and sharing the gospel with them.

in early 2004, you'll go on your first international trip with this new job - doing public relations for operation christmas child. the trip will be to panama. you'll be back to panama quite a few times - but it will never be the same as this trip. try to remember the names of those girls in the photo. the ones on the hillside who work in the coffee plantations that you give your boxes too. because you will look at that photo every day for long, long time.

at the end of 2004, on a trip to costa rica, you'll meet 2 men who will change your life. one of them is wearing a red hoodie and you can't understand his accent. the other one is playing guitar. one will love you for a short time, the other one forever. but its opposite of who you think it is.

(hint - stick with the guitar player).

since you didn't take my hint - you'll fall madly in love with a boy from england. I don't know what to tell you... just, enjoy it while you have it. because it really is beautiful, that first love. he's your best friend. you will want to give him everything. your whole heart. you will care for one another and support one another. you will float around in a dream for a while, and go on some killer vacations together, too.

in 2006 you will go to cambodia and see things you never thought you would in your lifetime. and later that year, the red hoodie boy will hurt you. you won't be right for a long time. please stop crying. please try to forgive him sooner.

sometime in 2007, you'll visit ecuador and it will be the most beautiful place you've ever seen. and you'll go back. a lot. you'll spend a few years with a broken heart and not understanding a lot of things. you might as well give up earlier, because you'll never know why. try to be agreeable and not let it get you too down, because as much as you try to hide it - people notice. listen to the people who love you and pour words of life into you - like mom, and paige, and bonnie, and romi, and annie.

by 2009 you're fully coming back to life (I'm sorry, but yes, it will take you this long). there will be a few more boys thrown in there, just for fun, but you and I both know you're still not ready. you're really good at your job, but you won't like boone. take lots of drives in the pretty leaves, and throw snowballs, and go on lots of hikes. these are the things you'll miss when you leave. this is the year that god will speak to your heart about what's next. you'll start traveling to nashville a lot for work, then realize that you want it more and more. and god will say go.

the next year, you'll move and start a new life in nashville. it's not easy, but some really nice people will treat you so good that it quickly feels like home. and get ready, because god starts speaking to you, and fast. about a lot of things. and at this point, you just need to work on preparing yourself for the future. for 30 and beyond.

don't be so hard on yourself by always comparing yourself to others. and don't feel like you have to do stuff you don't want to - just say no once and a while. and call your mom when you get home from a trip, or she'll call the police. and write down the thoughts of the moment because you need to remember the promises god whispers to you. and trust them.

love,
almost-30-year-old shannon

Saturday, January 15, 2011

gift.

every good and perfect gift is from above. coming down from the father of heavenly lights. who does not change, like shifting shadows. (james 1.17)

I've been thinking a lot about gifts lately. not the gifts of talents and skills, but rather those tangible, wrapped, undeserved presents that we give to one another.

for my job, we're working on a re-make of "the little drummer boy" story about the boy who traveled with the wise men to see jesus when he was born. the story goes that the wise men had beautiful gifts to offer to jesus, but he had nothing. all he could give jesus was a song on his drum. so he played for him. and that was enough to make jesus smile.

I love to give gifts. its one of my primary love languages. I love spending time thinking about ways I can make people smile. I feel like God often whispers to me through giving gifts - those I give and those I receive.

to me, it's a token and a symbol of love. it says to the person getting it - I think you will like this. I think it will make you happy. I think it will make you smile. I think it will bring you joy. and I'm giving it to you because I want all those good things for you, because I care for you.


and what is a better thing we can offer to one another than to wish for them joy and do something tangible to ensure that they have it?...

I have so many thoughts about gifts swirling in my head right now, but I can't seem to organize them. I'm going to leave this post here, and pick up these thoughts more on my other blog, 10for52, related to one or my favorite giving ministries, sometime soon - when God finishes off these thoughts for me.

Wednesday, January 12, 2011

hazy.

I know I can't be the only who gets like this.

walking around in a haze, a daze. for a few days or a week. not sure why. not sure how to snap out of it, but knowing I need to. my relationships and work get compromised by not being able to focus well. I just want to be by myself and think.

I'm a introvert, so maybe this happens to me more often than other people, because I really do need a lot of down time to be able to reenergize and stay on top of my game.

I've been mulling in my haze for a few days and am ready to snap out of it. so, I tried to target the root of the issue this morning.

inadequate. insecure.

these are the thoughts that have been dominating my mind for the past week or so.

I don't want this post to be either self-loathing or about my feelings. so I'm just going to attack this.

why?

when God's promises are so very clear. when His love is so very constant. when His word is so readily available. when His hope for my life is so very strong.

sometimes I just need to be reminded that God uses the weak things of this world to shame the strong.

God's expertise in throughout the entire bible is making someone great out of someone you wouldn't expect. all for His glory.

He thrives on showing His kids what he's capable of doing through them when they feel like they can't do anything.

I just read the story of moses this morning. craving those words and reminders from His word to my heart. moses kept trying to tell God that he couldn't do - that his words would falter. but we all know how that story ended.

and then there's king david.

and there's jesus.

God loves to make a weak, inadequate, insecure person do crazy amazing things.

I just needed to remember that.

"I can do all things through christ who strengthens me."


"for I know the plans I have for you, declares the lord. plans to prosper and not to harm you. plans to give you hope and a future."







Tuesday, January 4, 2011

blogger ballad.


just discovered this song by the avett brothers. I thought it was a good ballad for a blogger...

Ten thousand words swarm around my head
Ten million more in books written beneath my bed
I wrote or read them all when searchin' in the swarms
Still can't find out how to hold my hands

And I know you need me in the next room over
But I am stuck in here all paralyzed
For months I got myself in ruts
Too much time spent in mirrors framed in yellow walls

Ain't it like most people? I'm no different
We love to talk on things we don't know about
Ain't it like most people? I'm no different
We love to talk on things we don't know about

And everyone around me shakes their head in disbelief
And says I'm too caught up
They say young is good and old is fine
And truth is cool but all that matters
Is that you have your good times
But their good times come with prices
And I can't believe it when I hear the jokes they make
At anyone's expese except their own
Would they laugh if they knew who paid?

Ain't it like most people? I'm no different
We love to talk on things we don't know about
Ain't it like most people? I'm no different
We love to talk on things we don't know about

And after we are through ten years
Of making it to be the most of glorious day dues
I'll come back home without my things
'Cause the clothes I wore out there I will not wear 'round you
And they'll be quick to point out our shortcommings
And how the experts all have had their doubts

Ain't it like most people? I'm no different
We love to talk on things we don't know about


Sunday, January 2, 2011

treasure.


He’s on a treasure hunt
Through storehouses of me
A trusted pirate of the memories sea
He’ll take coffee rather than rum

I carry a burden of old dusty things
I have hidden pure gold, found when rust lifts
I’m adorned with crowns and jewels and gifts
Treasure troves with locks in need of breaking

He salvages beautiful things out of ashes
He is a seeker who thrives on making new
And though only he can see the value
He has faith in what is unseen

His is the voyage in search of treasure
And I am the sought pearl of great prize
He finds me and wipes the tears from my eyes
He creates new things out of dust

He holds the scroll, I’ll draw the map