Amazing grace

Special thanks to today’s guest writer, Shelli White, of www.brandnewchurch.com.

As I sit here at my church answering phone call after phone call from people in my community needing assistance with food and clothing, I think, “Goodness! Can’t I catch a break? I have a lot of work to complete for our media team.” For a moment, I sit in silence. This is my break! I look around me, and think back to a couple of years ago when I was that person on the other end of the line. When I truly asked for God’s grace, it was given with no hesitations and no conditions.

My family and my church gave me every tool I needed to pull myself back up from a very dark place in my life, and they wanted nothing in return. They simply shared with me what they had……. God’s Amazing Grace! There is no doubt in my mind you have heard the song, but have you truly experienced the song? It’s much more fulfilling than words could ever describe! If taking these 10 phone calls can change just one person’s life in the way my life has changed, then that’s exactly why I am here. I’m not just here to schedule, plan, and send out emails; I’m here to inspire and change lives.

I get to go home this evening, open my closet door, and look at my shoes. But I look at them completely differently now. When I see my multiple pairs of shoes, I am thinking, “Which shoes can I donate to a person who needs them more than I do?”

I encourage you to open that door, not only for yourself, but for those around you in need. Pay for someone else’s gas before they get to the checkout, or buy food for that person standing behind you in the McDonald’s line. Better yet, pick up your phone and call that person who is in a dark place and offer true, selfless friendship. Not only will it change their lives, but it will change yours, too! God’s Amazing Grace can move mountains to let light shine on those dark places. Let Him shine through you so that you can experience more than just a song.

 

 

Like snow

Our state is about to be blanketed in snow (or at least sleet). It doesn’t happen often, so when it does, it’s a big deal. The bread aisle becomes a wasteland. A few unlucky shoppers wind up with stitches over gallons of milk. The highway department suffers from a massive panic attack. But most of us settle in and enjoy the way the snow quietly covers up our busy little lives temporarily.

As I thought about the tranquility that came with the snow today, I remembered a song I love by Ingrid Michaelson. It’s not a spiritual song; it’s a love song. But as my friend Amie says, sometimes God speaks to her more strongly through love songs than through church songs, reminding her something of the ways He loves her.

Today I hope you’ll take a second to let Him quiet your world.

http://youtu.be/RKscYJAksPs

 

Normal days

Special thanks to guest writer Zeda Wilkerson for reminding me that I have plenty to be grateful for, even on my normal bad days.

We all have bad days. The days we wake up with a headache, days we just don’t feel like we look our best, flat-tire days, stir-crazy days, someone peed-in-our-Cheerios days, days we just want to crawl back under the covers, deadline missed days, my kids must hate each other days, forgot to run important errand days, nothing went right, the world is out to get me – normal days. I have learned to appreciate those normal days with a new respect.

A friend’s child has been battling leukemia the past couple of years. For them, normal has become weekly trips to St. Jude’s for his treatment. She recently wrote about a brother and sister they met during their time there. Both siblings have leukemia. I can’t wrap my mind around having one very sick child, much less two. My friend, I will add, battles chronic pain due to a car accident a few years ago, and her once very active lifestyle has become one of surgeries, walkers, and limited mobility. She is an inspiration to me though. Through it all, she has maintained a positive attitude and taken on each new challenge with fierce determination. If asked though, I’m certain, she would love to have just one “normal” day, when the worst thing to face that day is a flat tire.

It’s what you do on the bad days that matters. Do you take it out on those around you, and let your sour mood affect the people you love or those whom you work with? Do you call the day a wash and decide that because your day started out bad the rest of the day will probably follow?  I have been guilty of this, and it’s something I continually work on.

Normal days, whether good or bad, are the days that make up our lives. I love the days that start out quietly with a cup of coffee, a beautiful sunrise, and smiles from my kids. Days when I’m able to cross several things off my list at work. Days free of time commitments, days my husband and I can relax. If it weren’t for the good days, it would be easy to let the bad days completely overtake us, and bad days would become bad weeks.

We can wish for a big adventure, or for something unexpectedly wonderful and exciting to happen, but really any “normal” day, good or bad, is a small miracle, a gift to be appreciated. The next time you have a day when nothing seems to go right or when you wish you were somewhere else, be grateful for that day, and appreciate it for what it is – a day you have been blessed with, and say a quick prayer for anyone out there whose day may be going worse than yours, or who wishes for a life filled with normal days.

I’m especially grateful for our guest writer, Zeda Wilkerson, who has been a friend of mine for 15 years and has consistently brought joy and optimism to my life. 

Now versus then

It’s not that who I was is all bad. But when I compare who God has molded me into over the past few years versus who I was before, I’m so grateful for who I am now.

It helps me to appreciate changes in myself when people verbalize what they see in me now. A few days ago, a friend of about 14 years sent me a message telling me that “you’re much healthier than maybe I’d expected back in the day.” It encouraged me to know that someone with more objectivity than I have sees a different Bethany than I once was, particularly someone who met me at one of the lowest points in my life.

It also challenges me to be brave enough to say similar things to my friends when given the opportunity. This morning as I edited a document for a life-long friend (really, someone I’ve known longer than anyone else besides my family), I took a few minutes in my reply to put some gratitude for that person in writing. It’s one thing to think about how much I appreciate people. It’s another to tell them. It might make a huge difference when I tell people that I’m grateful for them and take the time to explain why.

Even if it doesn’t amount to much for them, it changes me.

Who you are is who they were

Yesterday, I sat in a quiet room for five hours, surrounded by musty old books and newspapers.

As I conducted research at the mecca for Methodism in our state for one of my grad school courses, I was lucky enough to meet two kind women who run that section of the library. They volunteer hours of their time each week to help people like me find what they’re looking for.

Both women offered to make copies for me, gave me a free download of three out-of-print history books, and even tried to convince me to eat what they’d brought for lunch because they thought I needed a snack. They were working and giving out of their hearts and serving in a way that many people don’t want to. One of them has been working in the archives for over 20 years.

Why would someone do that–spend all those days spent amongst old books, scanning documents, placing photos in protective pockets?

The woman who has been there for over 20 years told me, as I was leaving, that she loves history, particularly the history of her faith. She said, as she pointed to her desk, “See, I keep that sign with me. It says, ‘who you are is who they were.’ We can’t forget that. We have to know who they were.”

As I left the library, I felt grateful for the opportunity to learn a little about who she was: a grateful, diligent, hard-working, patient, giving, and passionate woman.

I’m hoping her quote will ring true for me someday.Photo by Phoopla

 

I get to!

*Today’s post is written by yesterday’s featured vlogger, Henry Petty. Thank you, Henry, for sharing your experience with us!*

I work in an office.  You would think this would be the end of the post, as “working in an office” is synonymous with “living happily ever after,” but you’d be wrong.  No, I’m not being sarcastic or cynical – I am living happily ever after right now inside the 3 ½ walls that is the cubicle I spend roughly 10 hours a day in.  My environment is littered with circulating illness, small talk around the coffee pot, clashing personalities (I’ll get into that in a second), and awkward rides in the elevator.  I’m a happy camper and couldn’t be more grateful.

Before I began my office job, I had spent 6 years at a giant orange store that sells hardware.  I spent most of my days toiling around lugging heavy appliances, Quikrete, mulch, lumber and other heavy objects for a customers’ do-it-yourself project.   I would come home with aches and pains, sometimes blood here and there and smelling of pesticides and saw dust.  Tony Stewart, the famed NASCAR driver, was the spokesman for this store for a reason:  he didn’t work there, and anyone who had wouldn’t endorse the product.

The first day I started at the office, I made a remark to one of the supervisors, “Wow, cubicles.  This is awesome!”  I had said this with much excitement to puzzling glares in my direction.  I was genuinely excited to be able to dress nicely, sit at a desk with a computer, and work with my mind instead of my back.  My grandma had always preached to me this notion, to work smarter and not harder.  I know she’d be proud.

When I’m having even the slightest bad day, I always tell myself that my worst day at the office is better than my best day at the orange big box store.  I even keep my tattered work apron hanging my closet to remind me of how grateful I am.

In my environment, people wish their lives away.  They arrive on Monday wishing it were Friday, and celebrate Friday until it is Monday.  Even on Friday, they dread the next two days because it will be Monday.  Some can’t even allow themselves to ENJOY their weekend that they so wished the other 5 days away to have.  I, on the other hand, tell my co-workers that I’m actually sad it’s 5 o’clock on Friday, because I’ll have to leave work for two whole days before I get to come back Monday to my awesome job!  I don’t win over many crowds, obviously.

Did you catch what I just said?  “I GET to come back to work.”  I GET to wake up in the morning, as opposed to the common Debbie Downer’s mantra of, “I have to go to work today.”  I GET to wake up with the Lord’s blessing of giving me one more day to do what I can to be the best Henry Petty I can be.  Living a life of gratitude will allow you to go places you’ve never been, and maintain a state of constant happiness and optimum performance.

It’s this attitude of being absolutely grateful for what I have that has gotten me very far and successful in the business I’m in.  I am so appreciative of what I have, that I do what I can to earn my keep.  It’s been 4 years since I began working in an office, and I’ve achieved massive success and been recognized on a large platform by the CEO and Executive staff of our company.

One of my co-workers favorite sayings when they sit down at 8 a.m. is,”ooh, I’m ready to go.”  My reply to this individual is always, “I can’t wait to get started!” followed by her retort, “Shut up, Henry!”   It sounds like someone’s got a case of the Mondays.  My remedy:  A teaspoon of gratitude… and a cup of coffee.

*To subscribe to Henry’s vlog, visit http://www.youtube.com/henryblazer20 *

 

Joy and gratitude: my friend, Henry Petty

My friend since college, Henry Petty, is one of the most light-hearted, joyful people I know.

It’s not because his life has been easy or because he’s achieved every single goal he set for himself  or because he is  spoiled rotten.

It’s because he chooses to be joyful and to be grateful for what God’s given him, and for God, in spite of life itself. He allows himself permission to be himself, make mistakes, experience new things, and hope for the best. He takes chances and opens himself to God and has been on a very exciting spiritual journey.

Henry once told me he started a vlog (video blog) http://www.youtube.com/henryblazer20  and hoped that someday it would bring people laughter and joy. His vlog has now been viewed nearly 100,000 times, and advertisers contact him because they recognize that people WANT to enjoy life, even if it’s just for a few minutes via YouTube.

Take a few minutes and check out Henry’s vlog.

Can you take an additional 3 minutes today to bring joy to others in your own life out of the gratitude stored up inside you? I’ve watched it transform Henry into a stronger, more outgoing, more successful, and more joyful person. Start practicing gratitude–and sharing joy–and maybe the same will be true for you.

Daily dose of gratitude grows up

Many of you have been following Daily Dose of Gratitude via Facebook for a few years. I decided to spread its wings and add a blog specifically for sharing gratitude.

My goal is to post something daily, even if it’s just a quote or photo, related to gratitude. While there’s certainly no shortage of gratitude-related blogs these days, I value gratitude so greatly in my life and credit it to changing my attitude day after day. In addition, I feel that God constantly fills up my cup, and in turn, I’m eternally grateful.

I might be posting questions here or asking some of you to serve as guest writers; I hope you’ll take me up on the offer to fill up others’ cups by sharing all you have to be thankful for.

Some of you who follow my personal blog might be wondering if I’m giving that up in lieu of this; definitely not! I’ll still be posting regular musings on what matters to me at http://justwheat.wordpress.com. This is just an additional way for me to give thanks and encourage others to do the same.

Daily dose of gratitude
Photo by Jessie Covington of Say Cheese Photography
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