>DJ Boo-Boo, part 2

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At the end of this day, DJ ended up smiling. Pastor Allen and Miss Sharon had given him a little jar of “Boo Boo Cream.” I told DJ this will help his eye in 2 ways: help the ouch, remove the tears. So at first, I was gonna blog that’s just like God! He gives us Boo-Boo cream too, for the same 2 reasons. But that seemed too trivial, too trite. So I drilled down a little deeper with this idea (TroyFullerHeredes) & discovered a more penetrating revelation (to me, anyway):
In my quiet time, I am reading Job. What I’m learning is that God paradoxically works: 
Sometimes HE allows the boo-boo; eventually, He offers some boo-boo cream.
When does He offer His boo-boo cream?
For some of us, we’ll get it on Earth. For some of us, we’ll get it in Heaven.
Two examples:
. I used to be obsessed with my image. I had done ALOT of stupid things to myself and to others all in the name of image (or, lack thereof). This was a serious boo-boo. At 25, God sent boo-boo cream in the form of a book, Search for Significance–been healed ever since. I’m significant because God made me and the only thing I need to believe, as far as image is concerned, is that I was made in HIS IMAGE!
2. There’s a couple of things that have been done to me that I will never understand why. I’ll never be able to confront it. I’ll never know justice to these matters on Earth….I’m learning I don’t need to. I think, sometimes, some of our boo-boos matter SO MUCH to God, that He’d rather wait til we get to Heaven to receive His healing. 
Where He doesn’t just offer boo-boo cream, but where He can embrace us as He heals us with it.
Maybe you are right here with me.

Whether God heals with the tenderness of his fingerprint today, tomorrow, or forever, 
I am tightly holding to His promise that He always will.

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>Cool Quotes From Cool People

>In the last week, I’ve heard some really cool people say some really cool things. Some are from a leadership conference I attended. Some are not. But here it is, in their words. I hope one of them hits you right where you are.

  1. “He didn’t make you a leader to deprive you a vision.” – Billy Hybels
  2. “Let them all know that it was a miracle.” – Pete Guyon
  3. “The way to solve the F’s is through the A’s.” – Marcus Buckingham
  4. “I want to be remembered that I served truthfully and left behind a good family…positions are fine but they all come to an end.” – Colin Powell
  5. “The next generation’s bread will be determined by the grain we leave behind.” – Troy Gramling
  6. “In your word it says even the rocks will cry out to you, I don’t know about you, but I don’t want a rock praising Him more than me.” – Brian Fuller
  7. “I had made mistakes but I had made a difference.” – Carly Fiorina

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>Psych…literally.

>I was wondering what you would think if I told you I saw a counselor last week?
I was wondering if you’d think….what?! 
But isn’t she, like, one of those Christian-people? a pastor’s wife? a leader at her church? 

Doesn’t this quote-unquote leadHer have it all together?
Would anybody check out of this blog if I told you I saw a counselor last week?
Please hear me, I’m not on the defensive, I’m just wondering….
With this blogging thing, one thing I’m deeply convicted about is honesty.
I’m not gonna waste blogging air-time, or your time
if I’m just good at typing lip-service or disingenous thoughts.
This blog is gonna be for real. 
I’m really gonna be honest and the day I feel lured not to be, 
I’m no longer open for business.
God’s just not gonna honor dishonesty on this blog.
‘Though it’s tempting to blog on things I feel strong about, 
I’ve done nothing if I’m not honest about the things I feel weak in.
Folks, look, straight up….here’s the deal…I went and saw a counselor last week.
Bam. There it is. I said it.
And you wanna know something funny? I have been seeing counselors since I was 10 years old.
When I was 10, my parents found a letter of mine that raised concern, so they had me see a counselor….and I’ve never regretted that.
All my life there have been 2 constants: my struggles and my counselors.
And you know what the bond is between the two of those?
God.
God knows my struggles and my counselors know God.
And as long as I’m on this globe, I can not imagine a world without both.

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>A Woman Named Carly

>I gotta tell you about this chic named Carly Fiorina. I’ve never met her. Until today, I had never heard of her. And when I did see her, I only saw her from a distance for only 20 minutes. Bill Hybels
was interviewing her at the 
Willowcreek annual Summit Conference in my Windy City.
As he did, I couldn’t take my ears off her words, nor my pencil off my journal as I wrote down every one of them.
As if my leadHership had lost some voltage, God used her to electrify it.
Immediately following her interview, I bolted to the resource table to buy her memoir, 
“Tough Choices.”
She is woman (duh).
She is a leader.
She is a change-agent in our world.
Just ONE of things I got from the interview was her relentless pursuit of truth. Great leaders come w/ alot of great qualities, but her defining quality was truth. You’ll have to read her book to get all the scoop. But here’s the deal. When my leadership gets racked over the coals, when my leadership is put to a flaming test, do I…will I…ALWAYS go for the truth?
Carly was blind sighted at a board meeting when she walked in and was fired and was told to cover up the truth w/ some budge reason that it was her choice to step down to pursue other things. THIS is what THEY wanted HER to tell the media and the 
company. But she told the truth. And I think in her life, in mine, in yours….when we do, HE sets us free. He sets us free to what? To see that on the other side of telling the truth, HE has something better.

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>Lean On; Lean In

>You remember that big-hit song in the 80s, “Lean on Me”? 
“Just call on me brother when you need a hand, we all need somebody to lean on…” 
It was a remake but man, was it a hit. 
“Lean on me” is also a cliche. I tell others, “Hey, man, lean on me anytime,” and others tell me the same.
But sometimes it is so tough that I need to be absorbed by something stronger, steadier, more stable.
Leaning on humans is good, but not enough.
That’s when it calls for a lean IN.
Doesn’t God tell me I am his lamb? his child? and under His wing?
All those metaphors are more about leaning in, than leaning on.
I can lean ON when I am equal to another, you know, shoulder to shoulder.
But when I feel small & weak, I need to lean in to God.
Absorbed by his love and protected by the shelter of his wings.
Where I am the helpless–foldng and buckling into the arms–of the Helper.
I’ve had to lean in to God more and more. Maybe you have too.

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>Str8 from My Gut

>How do we know what to do, what is right?
How do we do it when God’s not in sight?
We pray, “Please whisper in my ear today,
seems like some answers are just clicks away.”
We’re dependents, desperate to hear from Him,
pain travels to the heart where answers begin.
It is there where we once asked Him to live,
The Answer is there, and He’s ready to give.
He doesn’t need to be the other side of our sight-
to know what to do, what to say, what is right.
He’s closer than anything we can visualize, see,
He’s in our heart, the Answer, the center of me.

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>MY NAKED PASTOR

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My church is getting naked, and so is my pastor! No…not that kind of naked, a new kind of naked. A revolutionary kind of naked. A nakedness that has no shame; a nakedness that would make God smile. Beginning Sept. 9 at 8pm, our church is putting our pastor on a 24-hr webcam. We are going to see him in his fishbowl – the good, the bad, the great, the ugly – for FIVE weeks. Not too exalt him, but to realize, thru him & with him, that we’re all fish in a bowl. Which simply means the more transparent (naked) we get, the more permeating Jesus Christ can be. We aren’t called to be children in hiding, concealment, or shame. God has called us by name, we are His, and we are to be naked and unashamed in HIS light for HIS glory. So, get ready, ’cause on Sept. 9, Flamingo’s going in a bowl.

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>Times r a Changin’

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  • In Ancient Greece, a courier named Phidippides could run 155 miles in two days.
  • The Pony Express could travel 1,966 miles from Missouri to California in 10 days.
  • Using email, I can send a message around the world in a few seconds.

Times are a changing.
Thankfully, so am I.

  • Before being hugely influenced by my pastor & his wife I would judge people within a few seconds. A couple yrs. ago, I remember judgingJoel Olsteen. I merely saw him and immediately judged him. I had some nerve.
  • Last year, I remember prematurely judging a new person to our team. Though not within seconds, but still…within days. Right after this person came on board, I calculated in my head what they would and would not be able to do. It’s been over a year, this person has not only done what I thought they could do, but also shown there is nothing they won’t do. Gosh I’m ashamed.
  • Today, I had an opportunity where there was no time to judge. As I exited a ramp and slowed down to wait at a stoplight, a woman walked toward me with a sign, “Please help. Homeless. God Bless You.” I rolled down my window, handed her a $20 along with aFlamingo card and continued driving.
I hate it that I judge. Hey, no offense, but I think I’m gonna finish this post with God today. God, I stink at judging. I’m so sorry. Please continue to evolve me into a girl who judges less and loves more. Please remove my planks

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>DJ Boo-Boo, part 1

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DJ, in his happier days with uninjured eyes.

DJ, in his not-so-happier days.

It gets your heart racing when you hear break-the-sound-barrier shrieks from a kid.
It gets your heart racing when you run to the scene and blood is pouring from their eye.
That’s my little man, DJ, up there.
He got poked with a sharp metal stick thingy and unfortunately it cut his eye, right on the lid, just beneath the lashes. But fortunately, it missed his eyeball (thank you for your protection, God).
The doctor couldn’t use the glue stuff cause it was to deep so they actually had to needle those 2 stitches right in there.
My poor little guy.
If you feel sorry for this kiddo, send him a comment today.
He’s laid up today and would get a kick out of reading them.

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>My Cuban

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Many of you know the following about me: I am not mushy, I don’t kiss in public, I don’t sing songs or write poems to show my love. I am more likely to annoy the Cuban than dote on him. I don’t always hide my conflicts with him. I usually forget Valentines Day & our anniversary. Ten years ago, I told him, “I can open my own car door.” After he proposed to me, he was confronted by 2 concerned pastors who advised him to not marry me. This Friday, we are doing an interview on the topic…of all things…fighting.
So, for the most part, the general public has only seen a very odd-couple in action.
But the Cuban and I embrace our oddness, and we aren’t ashamed to let the world see it and there are a few things I’d like to add…
1. I am fiercely protective of him and I think I will hunt down and break the teeth of anyone who hurts him.
2. In 2000, I almost left him. I will spend the rest of my life staying as close to him as I possibly can get. And I will never let go.
3. The Cuban is my best friend. After God, there is nobody who has my greater trust, love, sacrifice, or devotion. The Cuban is truly the man.
4. Despite our oddball ways, we have a strong marriage. And it isn’t strong because either of us hold it up. It is “bulletproof-vest” strong because a few years ago, when we couldn’t hold it up anymore, God did. And we believe He’s never stopped.
5. The Cuban isn’t the wind beneath my wings or the wind in my sail or any of those sappy cliches. He is the antonym of me. Every weakness in my life, is his strength. 
And I am thankful.

OK, well, there it is. 
I felt it, so I had to write it. 
Thank you.

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