Normally, I do not name my posts. I simply date them for easy reference, so I can know what was going on in my life at a certain point in time even if no one else ever reads.
Its funny how certain things will mark our lives forever. For example a certain date may give you feelings and memories that on other calendar day will. Or, maybe for you its a song. A song from your childhood or a song that you heard on your first date. Not matter what the reason, it is true that these things will always have a certain impact on our lives.
For example, right now, national news is covering one big this. It is called the World Cup. For those of you who don;t know what I am talking about, it is the World Championships of Soccer. Every year the world cup is played in a different country, since Soccer is an extremely international sport. This year, right now, it is being played in South Africa. Since this is a huge event in this time, in this day and age, of course, there is a song about it.
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pRpeEdMmmQ0
Many songs have been known to define the generations. Many of them are great, memorable songs. Many of them send a MAJOR message. WARNING: This next video has some extremely vulgar language, so be aware. It WILL be used to make a point, I promise.
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BE9CXWV1alg
As a youth leader, I see a lot of brokenness in people, and A LOT of anger. This song sums it up. If you don't care about me, then why should I care? Basically, people are begging for a little unbiased love.
I know it is tempting to want to "fix" people around you, but I promise you that LOVE will always make a way where your efforts will fall short.
Speaking of "promises", I will lead into my next video. Listen to the words of this song as if God is singing it to you and as if you are singing Him the bridge.
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6thmPrTxBtI
Tonight I reflect harshly on a week that has kicked my butt and had me throwing my fists in the air screaming at the top of my lungs "WHY GOD??? WHAT WERE YOU THINKING??"
Tonight I reflect on the fact that I have been way to caught up in my own huge problems to ever even know that a former youth of mine was contemplating suicide and would actually commit it today, June 30, 2010.
Today I am broken. Today I resolve. Today I know that the forces of darkness have messed with the wrong girl! Today I say to all of my youth who have been hanging out on the wayside, begging for me to come get them "Here I come". No turning back.
Tomorrow I face one of the biggest challenges of my entire life. It fails in comparison to the importance of the young people God has blessed me with. Know this, if you are a youth, or a former youth of mine, I will NEVER give up on you.
Lets take a look at our lives and try to be the "This I Promise You" in their lives rather than the "I don't give a f*ck."
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
June 22, 2010
"He is no fool who gives up what he cannot keep to gain that which he cannot lose." -Jim Elliot.
It is so easy to get caught up in life. Today's working person leads a busy and stressful life most every day. We get up early to get ready and then drive/commute for untold amounts of time. Then we go into a workplace and serve our hearts out and never quite feel like it is good enough. So we go home, relax if possible, cook diner and prepare for bed so we can do it all again. Most errands will be put off for the weekend, thereby nullifying every day of possible relaxation and self examination, filling our every moment with tasks to be checked off.
This happens to every one of us. And this is how life passes us completely by.
As I sit here, in a hotel room thinking about the things that have happened in the past few weeks, I am grateful. I am grateful for great kids in an outstanding youth group who are so sold out for God that they would work odd jobs for months just to take their $200 pay and spend it on going to a youth conference with me. I wish I could be so flexible in my own life. Why can't I just give it up and put everything into my passions, my dreams, my calling? I think this is something we all struggle with. I know I have thought that I will only start to truly pursue my dream and vision when the rest of my life falls into place.
That is not going to happen.
My life will never feel in place until I am actually doing what I was made to do. So, in trying to separate my life into two different sections, I have put myself on a never ending circular road and I am driving at 100 MPH.
Its time to make some changes. Its time to give up what I cannot keep to gain what I cannot lose. Its time to go to the Jordan. No turning back.
It is so easy to get caught up in life. Today's working person leads a busy and stressful life most every day. We get up early to get ready and then drive/commute for untold amounts of time. Then we go into a workplace and serve our hearts out and never quite feel like it is good enough. So we go home, relax if possible, cook diner and prepare for bed so we can do it all again. Most errands will be put off for the weekend, thereby nullifying every day of possible relaxation and self examination, filling our every moment with tasks to be checked off.
This happens to every one of us. And this is how life passes us completely by.
As I sit here, in a hotel room thinking about the things that have happened in the past few weeks, I am grateful. I am grateful for great kids in an outstanding youth group who are so sold out for God that they would work odd jobs for months just to take their $200 pay and spend it on going to a youth conference with me. I wish I could be so flexible in my own life. Why can't I just give it up and put everything into my passions, my dreams, my calling? I think this is something we all struggle with. I know I have thought that I will only start to truly pursue my dream and vision when the rest of my life falls into place.
That is not going to happen.
My life will never feel in place until I am actually doing what I was made to do. So, in trying to separate my life into two different sections, I have put myself on a never ending circular road and I am driving at 100 MPH.
Its time to make some changes. Its time to give up what I cannot keep to gain what I cannot lose. Its time to go to the Jordan. No turning back.
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
What Is A Legacy?
I have heard it time and time again: "We have to leave our mark on this earth", or " What kind of legacy are you leaving behind?"
If you want to get completely technical, here is the definition:
Main Entry: 1leg·a·cy
Pronunciation: \ˈle-gə-sē\
Function: noun
Inflected Form(s): plural leg·a·cies
Etymology: Middle English legacie office of a legate, bequest, from Anglo-French or Medieval Latin; Anglo-French, office of a legate, from Medieval Latin legatia, from Latin legatus
Date: 15th century
1 : a gift by will especially of money or other personal property : bequest
2 : something transmitted by or received from an ancestor or predecessor or from the past
So according to Webster (www.merriamwebster.com), a legacy is something you leave behind after you die, for those who will follow you life on this earth. I guess we pretty much already knew all this, but I wanted to build a good foundation before I dive into what I really want to say.
As a teenager and young adult, I spent a lot of time mulling over this very question. What kind of mark will I leave behind? What will be my legacy. I am a thinker, an analytical mind, so this was a very loaded question for me. I had a feeling that I was on this earth for a very special reason. I knew I was born to do something HUGE, but what was it?
I struggled with these thoughts for years, even to the point of depression. Every time I didn't quite meet a goal, or I was set back in some seemingly huge way, I would fall apart. I thought that surely my legacy had been flushed down the toilet and I was to now start again from square one. It got so bad at one point that I began to feel stuck in a rut and I had no idea what to do with myself. Sure, breakthroughs would come, and sometimes in HUGE and amazing way, but then I would always seem to end up back where I started. That is sort of what tends to happen when you are chasing something with all your heart, only you don't really know what it is that you are chasing...
I remember the day that woke me up. It was February 5, 2005. I was in my little apartment at the Verandas (remember those days Bible School students??) and I had just woken up after sleeping in on a lazy Saturday morning. I have made plans to go shopping with my bestie that afternoon, so I jumped in the shower to get ready. Once I got out and was ready to leave, I noticed that I had missed a call on my cell. Several calls in fact. All from my bestie that I was just going out to meet up with.
Immediately I called her back. I knew it must be serious because she would never call me like that unless something has happened. It seemed like the phone rang for an eternity, but when she finally answered, all I could hear was deep sobs and then I lost the connection. My first thought was that she was in a car accident or something. My mind went crazy. Then my phone rang, and it was her calling me back. "Hello..."
That fateful conversation changed my life forever. Someone we loved and cared for deeply had passed away instantly that morning in a tragic airplane crash. A week later I found myself attending a memorial service I never once thought I would have to attend. It was a terrible loss for myself and everyone I knew.
As the days and months passed, we moved on with our lives and the pain subsided. I slowly began to remember the good things... the great things. This person had changed my life in a way that no one else could have. When I was having trouble with my Dad (LONG story) he took me out for Father's day. When I began ministering in Albania, he took me under his wing and showed me everything I know. This man made a mark on my life for the better (or best) and that will never be forgotten.
Will his name be written in history books?
Probably not.
Did he make his mark on the earth? Undoubtedly
Did he leave a legacy? Absolutely.
Sometimes I think that the most complex things in life are complex because they are simple. We, as a people, tend to make something simple into something hard, by over analyzing (I am so guilty of this) and by beating it to death with theory after theory, when in reality all we have to do is be ourselves.
What????
That's right. You want to leave a legacy? You want to change a life? Be yourself.
As children we all start out wanting the same thing: Love. The first day of Kindergarten is only intimidating because of the unknown: "Will these kids like me", "Will I make good grades?", "Will the teacher be mean?". That first day of school, all we are looking for is a little acceptance, someone to treat me as they would want to be treated. Uh oh, I think this is going somewhere now...
So, to wrap this up before it becomes a novel, how do we leave a legacy?
By loving one another. Pass that on to your friends, teachers, children and loved ones. See if things don't start to change very quickly. And you might say, "Oh, but you can't please everyone." That is absolutely true. But if you are in it to please everyone, you won't ever be a true leader anyway and therefore how could you leave a legacy that will ever stand out? Let your moral compass be your guide. Instead of worrying about what will please everyone, worry about what is right. It will NOT be easy, but you will touch lives for the better, and for every person that you set the right example for, they will touch others in the same way. If you look at it like that, we could change a generation in an instant. I would call that... a legacy.
If you want to get completely technical, here is the definition:
Main Entry: 1leg·a·cy
Pronunciation: \ˈle-gə-sē\
Function: noun
Inflected Form(s): plural leg·a·cies
Etymology: Middle English legacie office of a legate, bequest, from Anglo-French or Medieval Latin; Anglo-French, office of a legate, from Medieval Latin legatia, from Latin legatus
Date: 15th century
1 : a gift by will especially of money or other personal property : bequest
2 : something transmitted by or received from an ancestor or predecessor or from the past
So according to Webster (www.merriamwebster.com), a legacy is something you leave behind after you die, for those who will follow you life on this earth. I guess we pretty much already knew all this, but I wanted to build a good foundation before I dive into what I really want to say.
As a teenager and young adult, I spent a lot of time mulling over this very question. What kind of mark will I leave behind? What will be my legacy. I am a thinker, an analytical mind, so this was a very loaded question for me. I had a feeling that I was on this earth for a very special reason. I knew I was born to do something HUGE, but what was it?
I struggled with these thoughts for years, even to the point of depression. Every time I didn't quite meet a goal, or I was set back in some seemingly huge way, I would fall apart. I thought that surely my legacy had been flushed down the toilet and I was to now start again from square one. It got so bad at one point that I began to feel stuck in a rut and I had no idea what to do with myself. Sure, breakthroughs would come, and sometimes in HUGE and amazing way, but then I would always seem to end up back where I started. That is sort of what tends to happen when you are chasing something with all your heart, only you don't really know what it is that you are chasing...
I remember the day that woke me up. It was February 5, 2005. I was in my little apartment at the Verandas (remember those days Bible School students??) and I had just woken up after sleeping in on a lazy Saturday morning. I have made plans to go shopping with my bestie that afternoon, so I jumped in the shower to get ready. Once I got out and was ready to leave, I noticed that I had missed a call on my cell. Several calls in fact. All from my bestie that I was just going out to meet up with.
Immediately I called her back. I knew it must be serious because she would never call me like that unless something has happened. It seemed like the phone rang for an eternity, but when she finally answered, all I could hear was deep sobs and then I lost the connection. My first thought was that she was in a car accident or something. My mind went crazy. Then my phone rang, and it was her calling me back. "Hello..."
That fateful conversation changed my life forever. Someone we loved and cared for deeply had passed away instantly that morning in a tragic airplane crash. A week later I found myself attending a memorial service I never once thought I would have to attend. It was a terrible loss for myself and everyone I knew.
As the days and months passed, we moved on with our lives and the pain subsided. I slowly began to remember the good things... the great things. This person had changed my life in a way that no one else could have. When I was having trouble with my Dad (LONG story) he took me out for Father's day. When I began ministering in Albania, he took me under his wing and showed me everything I know. This man made a mark on my life for the better (or best) and that will never be forgotten.
Will his name be written in history books?
Probably not.
Did he make his mark on the earth? Undoubtedly
Did he leave a legacy? Absolutely.
Sometimes I think that the most complex things in life are complex because they are simple. We, as a people, tend to make something simple into something hard, by over analyzing (I am so guilty of this) and by beating it to death with theory after theory, when in reality all we have to do is be ourselves.
What????
That's right. You want to leave a legacy? You want to change a life? Be yourself.
As children we all start out wanting the same thing: Love. The first day of Kindergarten is only intimidating because of the unknown: "Will these kids like me", "Will I make good grades?", "Will the teacher be mean?". That first day of school, all we are looking for is a little acceptance, someone to treat me as they would want to be treated. Uh oh, I think this is going somewhere now...
So, to wrap this up before it becomes a novel, how do we leave a legacy?
By loving one another. Pass that on to your friends, teachers, children and loved ones. See if things don't start to change very quickly. And you might say, "Oh, but you can't please everyone." That is absolutely true. But if you are in it to please everyone, you won't ever be a true leader anyway and therefore how could you leave a legacy that will ever stand out? Let your moral compass be your guide. Instead of worrying about what will please everyone, worry about what is right. It will NOT be easy, but you will touch lives for the better, and for every person that you set the right example for, they will touch others in the same way. If you look at it like that, we could change a generation in an instant. I would call that... a legacy.
Saturday, May 1, 2010
Dukes vs Wal-Mart
Have you ever seen or heard something that made you stop what you were doing and shake your head? I have.
Before you read this blog, check out these links:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dukes_v._Wal-Mart_Stores,_Inc.
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2010/05/01/betty-dukes-walmart-greet_n_559892.html
http://arkansasnews.com/2010/05/01/federal-court-ruling-moves-wal-mart-class-action-suit-forward/
I am not the kind of Christian who thinks that you shouldn't sue someone just because its un-Christlike. I believe that we live in a country that has a court system set up for a reason, and that every person has an undeniable right to be heard. I believe that every American, and everyone in the world, has the right to stand up for themselves, and to stand up for what is right. I have read a couple pages about this lawsuit and also about the lady who first brought it to the courts, so please also know that I am no expert on the exact situation.
Now that I have stated my disclaimer, I would like to express my thoughts on this lawsuit. I have read a couple pages about this lawsuit and about the lady who first brought it to the courts, so please also know that I am no expert on the exact situation. The facts I have gathered are this: Mrs. Dukes was hired on at a SF Walmart as a cashier. She was as some point demoted to a door greeter. She felt like she was not given the chance to move up in Walmart and may have been discriminated against because she is a female.
I have never been to California, let alone have I worked for a San Francisco Wal Mart. I have, however, been employed by the company for 17 months. In my experience with the company, I have seen alot of things and from these things I have formed several opinions. Never once (in my situation) have I every even thought about whether or not the company was biased towards males or against females. As I stated before, I have only worked for the company for 17 months. That is less than two years, and in that time I have been promoted twice.
I have seen many people come into WalMart with a "gung ho" attitude, completely convinced that they would move up within the company. Some have reached their goals, but many have not. Mrs. Dukes is accusing immediate supervisors of keeping her from reaching her goals.
Now, as a person who has been a manager in a couple of different positions, and in the exact one that would have put me as Dukes immediate supervisor had she been employed in my store, let me say that there are a lot of things that play into who we promote. They are looking for people who actually work, first of all. This may seem like a "Duh!" kind of statement, but you would be amazed at the amounts of people who think they can come into a place like WalMart, walk around like they are important, ignore customers, isolate themselves from co-workers, and then look around and wonder why their managers haven't offered a promotion yet. I got promoted by working hard, solving customer issues, and keeping up great relationships with co-workers. I have put a lot into getting where I am, even though it is not that far and I still have much to accomplish. So, please, if you expect a promotion, be worth it and don't waste my time.
Secondly, in one article I read, it was stated that Dukes was reprimanded for being consistently late coming back from lunch breaks. When you work as a cashier at Wally World, it is very important to be as punctual as possible. The managers who oversee the front end have to assure that up to almost 40 people at times are getting their two 15 minute breaks and their hour lunch, all while trying to keep the lines down, as management is constantly one their case about that, and trying to make sure that someone who goes home at 5pm actually goes home on time. If one cashier is late from lunch or break, it can throw off the very very sensitive daily schedule, and things can easily begin to fall apart from there. Cashiers know this, and therefore are reprimanded when they are consistently late coming back from lunch or breaks. This is a cut and clear situation from my understanding.
As an employee, I have of course heard the "official" statement from the company. Walmart's stance is basically that the company believes this situation is more than likely an isolated incident and that it should be a personal case rather than a class action. As a recreational student of Tort Law, I can understand how there are circumstances that need to be handled publicly, when a company has knowingly done wrong to a mass scale of persons. I also understand that if this is tried as a class action, the lawyers will see a large settlement handed over to their firm, while a meager percentage will go to the people who were actually "victimized".
I agree with the company's stance on this one. There are things happening out there these days that are very wrong. Yes, women are wronged in business on a DAILY basis. Yes, as a whole, companies in the USA still pay 20-40% more to men working in the exact same positions as women. YES, this is WRONG. I am NOT against women's right to equality. I am simply saying that, as an employee of the company, I have not experienced these things at all, nor have I ever heard of a woman employee feeling this way. I work in a store that employs 500 people. A good majority of these people are female. I have never heard anything about bias in the company until this case. Therefore, it is my opinion that this may be a more isolated incident, going on within a particular store, under a particular management. It is a sad thing.
I am glad people are standing up for what is right. I just wish it was always done the right way.
How do you feel?
Before you read this blog, check out these links:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dukes_v._Wal-Mart_Stores,_Inc.
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2010/05/01/betty-dukes-walmart-greet_n_559892.html
http://arkansasnews.com/2010/05/01/federal-court-ruling-moves-wal-mart-class-action-suit-forward/
I am not the kind of Christian who thinks that you shouldn't sue someone just because its un-Christlike. I believe that we live in a country that has a court system set up for a reason, and that every person has an undeniable right to be heard. I believe that every American, and everyone in the world, has the right to stand up for themselves, and to stand up for what is right. I have read a couple pages about this lawsuit and also about the lady who first brought it to the courts, so please also know that I am no expert on the exact situation.
Now that I have stated my disclaimer, I would like to express my thoughts on this lawsuit. I have read a couple pages about this lawsuit and about the lady who first brought it to the courts, so please also know that I am no expert on the exact situation. The facts I have gathered are this: Mrs. Dukes was hired on at a SF Walmart as a cashier. She was as some point demoted to a door greeter. She felt like she was not given the chance to move up in Walmart and may have been discriminated against because she is a female.
I have never been to California, let alone have I worked for a San Francisco Wal Mart. I have, however, been employed by the company for 17 months. In my experience with the company, I have seen alot of things and from these things I have formed several opinions. Never once (in my situation) have I every even thought about whether or not the company was biased towards males or against females. As I stated before, I have only worked for the company for 17 months. That is less than two years, and in that time I have been promoted twice.
I have seen many people come into WalMart with a "gung ho" attitude, completely convinced that they would move up within the company. Some have reached their goals, but many have not. Mrs. Dukes is accusing immediate supervisors of keeping her from reaching her goals.
Now, as a person who has been a manager in a couple of different positions, and in the exact one that would have put me as Dukes immediate supervisor had she been employed in my store, let me say that there are a lot of things that play into who we promote. They are looking for people who actually work, first of all. This may seem like a "Duh!" kind of statement, but you would be amazed at the amounts of people who think they can come into a place like WalMart, walk around like they are important, ignore customers, isolate themselves from co-workers, and then look around and wonder why their managers haven't offered a promotion yet. I got promoted by working hard, solving customer issues, and keeping up great relationships with co-workers. I have put a lot into getting where I am, even though it is not that far and I still have much to accomplish. So, please, if you expect a promotion, be worth it and don't waste my time.
Secondly, in one article I read, it was stated that Dukes was reprimanded for being consistently late coming back from lunch breaks. When you work as a cashier at Wally World, it is very important to be as punctual as possible. The managers who oversee the front end have to assure that up to almost 40 people at times are getting their two 15 minute breaks and their hour lunch, all while trying to keep the lines down, as management is constantly one their case about that, and trying to make sure that someone who goes home at 5pm actually goes home on time. If one cashier is late from lunch or break, it can throw off the very very sensitive daily schedule, and things can easily begin to fall apart from there. Cashiers know this, and therefore are reprimanded when they are consistently late coming back from lunch or breaks. This is a cut and clear situation from my understanding.
As an employee, I have of course heard the "official" statement from the company. Walmart's stance is basically that the company believes this situation is more than likely an isolated incident and that it should be a personal case rather than a class action. As a recreational student of Tort Law, I can understand how there are circumstances that need to be handled publicly, when a company has knowingly done wrong to a mass scale of persons. I also understand that if this is tried as a class action, the lawyers will see a large settlement handed over to their firm, while a meager percentage will go to the people who were actually "victimized".
I agree with the company's stance on this one. There are things happening out there these days that are very wrong. Yes, women are wronged in business on a DAILY basis. Yes, as a whole, companies in the USA still pay 20-40% more to men working in the exact same positions as women. YES, this is WRONG. I am NOT against women's right to equality. I am simply saying that, as an employee of the company, I have not experienced these things at all, nor have I ever heard of a woman employee feeling this way. I work in a store that employs 500 people. A good majority of these people are female. I have never heard anything about bias in the company until this case. Therefore, it is my opinion that this may be a more isolated incident, going on within a particular store, under a particular management. It is a sad thing.
I am glad people are standing up for what is right. I just wish it was always done the right way.
How do you feel?
Thursday, April 22, 2010
Natalie Tattalie
Sometimes I have to be the strong one in a group. The rock. A leader. I feel like a lot of people expect that of me as a minister, especially in certain situations. Sometimes I have to hold my tears when others cry freely. I have to seem like the one who isn't affected by the circumstances, when in reality you will look back and see that I was the one who had a profound affect in your time of need. Sometimes I have to be a force to be reckoned with. Sometimes I must press through the hard times and move on.
And sometimes, I break down and sob...
I didn't expect to be writing this blog tonight. In all reality I have a TON of things to do... laundry, pack for vacation, pack for moving, do online classes, get ready for work tomorrow. I thought that IF I did finally sit down and write this blog, it would be while I am on vacation. You know, so I can collect my thoughts and speak my point clearly. I guess I was wrong. It's not the first time, and it won't be the last.
In my life I have seen many things, both great and sorrowful. I have been there for friends through it all and they have done the same for me. I pride myself in being a rock; a solid person who people can turn to for real and effective advice... if I indeed have advice and experience to offer on their particular circumstance. Sometimes this part of me is a really great thing. I know it makes me a great youth leader, as there are always young people looking for an experienced ear to JUST listen. Then, there are other times when this aspect of me tears me to pieces from the inside out.
Like I said, I didn't think I would be writing this blog today, but here we go:
Almost two years ago, I went through one of the worst experiences of my life. I was torn away from people I love and forced into a situation that was far less than good. (I know I am being vague, but for the sake of others, I'd like for you to try and understand where I am coming from without all the specifics.) Anyway, I found myself a little lost, and first and foremost scrambling for a job. Luckily, after filling out ENDLESS applications at every kind of workplace imaginable, I got a call from Walmart. Now, at the time (and for a long time after that) I didn't think that this call was a good thing. I loathed the idea of working at Walmart and I told myself it was a temporary fix. To make a long story slightly shorter, I got the job at Wally World and began working as a sales associate in the Electronics department. It was in that department, only a couple months later, where I would meet Natalie.
Natalie was a different kind of person, to say the least, with her daring gaze and often times what seemed like an all out bad attitude. One day I was setting up a new MP3 display and was assigned to work with her on this project. I didn't really mind the assignment, I just didn't know Natalie all that well... so we just got straight to work. That day we ended up getting so frustrated with the project that we laughed until we cried. Natalie and I were buddies forever after that, regardless of what kind of attitudes either of us had.
Natalie brought out the best in me (if even by flattery) when she would say things like, "You're SO funny, Julie". We worked together for only a few months, but we knew each other, and were even talking about being roomates at one point. Too bad we never got around to making that happen...
After a few months, I got a promotion and transferred to the front of the store managing all the cashiers and customer service. I BEGGED Natalie to follow me, as I knew she LOVED working up front in the accounting office. It was a little selfish too, cause I wanted to be able to work with her again, but she never could make that move, and so we just talked when we could.
One day as I was handling a complaint, I realized the associate who had ticked my customer off was Natalie. I tried my best to smooth things over, but in the back of my head I knew the customer was right about Nat's attitude, and immediately after I "fixed" things I called back to Electronics and suggested the manager find out what was wrong with Natalie and why she treated the customer that way. He ended up sending her home and I went on with my day.
It wasn't until that night that I heard the news. Natalie was in the ER and they were due to operate any time on what they said was a dangerous ulcer. I felt bad for thinking the way I did about Natalie's attitude. No wonder she didn't act nice... she wasn't feeling well. She had ulcers. So I tried my best to keep up to date on how she was doing and planned to go visit her ASAP, but it turned out she had something else going on and they weren't sure what. When I pried into the Electronics manager, he mentioned the possibility of cancer. I was floored. My first thought was, "My friend CAN'T have cancer. Haven't I lost enough people in my life?". However, I tried to let the thought leave me, because we really just didn't know anything yet. I prayed for the answer I needed to hear, but unfortunately I didn't get it this time.
The call came in the beginning of January of this year. I remember it like it was yesterday. It was Ron (the Electronics Mgr.) and he said, "Julie, are you sitting down?"
Stage four colon cancer.
I didn't really have time to digest that. I still don't think I have had the time to digest it, but at that particular moment I was just walking back out onto the job from lunch. SO, I put on my strong face and went through the day without anyone knowing what was going on (Natalie insisted she would kill me if I told anyone. She wanted privacy). The only time I was asked anything that day was when one of my managers caught me rubbing my neck and looking at the floor. She asked me what was wrong, and even though I KNEW she knew Natalie also, all I could say was, "One of my friends was just diagnosed with stage four colon caner.". I was to have many a day like that. Many times where all I wanted to do was tell all the people who she cared about, so that they could love her and go see her and support her. I wasn't allowed to.
Luckily, (and I use the word luck with a grain of salt because I know there are MANY others who wish they would've been in my shoes) I was allowed to go see her in the hospital on her birthday. January 12. I bought her a movie "Julie and Julia" because I had heard she wanted to see it, and I put it in a black and white bag with black and red tissue paper because I knew she liked the colors. Looking back now, I am so happy I got to see her that day. Little did I know it would be the last time...
Fast forward to a couple weeks ago, April 10, 2010. I was driving in my car, on a wonderfully busy and beautiful Saturday afternoon, on my way to a Loen concert. Then my world changed. After months of trying to get her to let us see her again, we had no success. Natalie was stubborn, and her sister would even call us, saying that she wouldn't even let her own family come and see her, so we shouldn't feel bad.
Let me just say this. I am a helping person. If I can't DO something to help you in your day to day life, even if its just smile at you, then I am a LOST person. God hard wired this into me. I couldn't change if I wanted to. It hurt me to depths unseen that she wouldn't let me BE me. I wanted to sit at her bedside every single day. I wanted to make her giggle when no one else could. I wanted to be a friend through thick and thin. She wouldn't let me. She wouldn't let anyone.
Like I said, my world was disrupted on that Saturday afternoon, when I heard my phone ring in the seat next to me. I turned my radio down, picked up my phone and saw that it was Ron. I knew this couldn't be good. Just four days before (on my bday) I got the news that she was given 2-4 weeks to live. So, as I answered the phone, I probably should have been expecting to hear the words... I knew it... but I couldn't know it. I didn't want to know it. I answered, "Hello." Ron: "Hey Jules. Natalie died today." Me: "No she didn't." Ron: "Yes she did. I'm sorry, but I have to make a lot of phone calls right now. But you were my first."...
I hung up the phone and starred out at the road in front of me, my concert no longer meaning a single thing to me, even though I would walk in that night and see a ton of people I know and love,, paint a smile on my face and act like I didn't hurt. That's me. I'm strong. I turned up my radio and on came a song that word for word meant everything I was thinking...
A couple a days later I headed out to Amarillo with Ron and a couple of our co workers, Travis and Ashley. They would cry the whole way there. Me? I would sit in the back seat and listen to my MP3 and not shed a tear, because I'm a rock. All the while I am crying inside because I am listening to that song I heard on the radio over and over again. For some reason I can't even bring myself to shed a tear. I get frustrated at this fact, but I should know better by now. With over ten people who I have known and loved dying tragically (all of them) in my lifetime, I should know that no matter what I CANNOT cry. At least not in front of people. I am a strong person. I am a rock.
We stood there at the wake until everyone else had left, family and all, and then we each said our goodbyes. I asked the others to leave me alone. I needed to do this alone, cause I knew I would cry. What did I do? I sobbed. I sobbed so loud that even though they moved to the back of the church, I knew they could hear me. I wanted to know why she wouldn't let me help her, comfort her. I wanted to know WHY someone with such potential could be eaten alive by something as evil as cancer at such a young age as 26. I cried and cried. Then I took an envelope out and I put it inside her casket and we left. Inside the envelope was a piece of paper. On the paper were the lyrics to that song...
Natalie: It's something unpredictable, but in the end its right. I hope you had the time of your life.
I really do hope she had the time of her life. Every time I hear that song now it has a huge new meaning to me. Tomorrow is not promised to anyone, and though I have uttered those words a thousand times to a thousand people, young and old, I have never known the meaning of them till now. I want to enjoy every minute of my life. One little argument or a grudge held is not worth it. A frown on your face and a grumpy morning is not worth it. If I would have been in Natalie's shoes, with so little time, I would have wanted to make every single second count in every way possible... and not just for myself, but for the people around me.
If I learn anything at all from this, I hope that is it. I want to make my life count. I want to have the time of my life.
Sometimes, as a minister, people expect me to be a rock. Sometimes, I will be but, I will cry too.
And sometimes, I break down and sob...
I didn't expect to be writing this blog tonight. In all reality I have a TON of things to do... laundry, pack for vacation, pack for moving, do online classes, get ready for work tomorrow. I thought that IF I did finally sit down and write this blog, it would be while I am on vacation. You know, so I can collect my thoughts and speak my point clearly. I guess I was wrong. It's not the first time, and it won't be the last.
In my life I have seen many things, both great and sorrowful. I have been there for friends through it all and they have done the same for me. I pride myself in being a rock; a solid person who people can turn to for real and effective advice... if I indeed have advice and experience to offer on their particular circumstance. Sometimes this part of me is a really great thing. I know it makes me a great youth leader, as there are always young people looking for an experienced ear to JUST listen. Then, there are other times when this aspect of me tears me to pieces from the inside out.
Like I said, I didn't think I would be writing this blog today, but here we go:
Almost two years ago, I went through one of the worst experiences of my life. I was torn away from people I love and forced into a situation that was far less than good. (I know I am being vague, but for the sake of others, I'd like for you to try and understand where I am coming from without all the specifics.) Anyway, I found myself a little lost, and first and foremost scrambling for a job. Luckily, after filling out ENDLESS applications at every kind of workplace imaginable, I got a call from Walmart. Now, at the time (and for a long time after that) I didn't think that this call was a good thing. I loathed the idea of working at Walmart and I told myself it was a temporary fix. To make a long story slightly shorter, I got the job at Wally World and began working as a sales associate in the Electronics department. It was in that department, only a couple months later, where I would meet Natalie.
Natalie was a different kind of person, to say the least, with her daring gaze and often times what seemed like an all out bad attitude. One day I was setting up a new MP3 display and was assigned to work with her on this project. I didn't really mind the assignment, I just didn't know Natalie all that well... so we just got straight to work. That day we ended up getting so frustrated with the project that we laughed until we cried. Natalie and I were buddies forever after that, regardless of what kind of attitudes either of us had.
Natalie brought out the best in me (if even by flattery) when she would say things like, "You're SO funny, Julie". We worked together for only a few months, but we knew each other, and were even talking about being roomates at one point. Too bad we never got around to making that happen...
After a few months, I got a promotion and transferred to the front of the store managing all the cashiers and customer service. I BEGGED Natalie to follow me, as I knew she LOVED working up front in the accounting office. It was a little selfish too, cause I wanted to be able to work with her again, but she never could make that move, and so we just talked when we could.
One day as I was handling a complaint, I realized the associate who had ticked my customer off was Natalie. I tried my best to smooth things over, but in the back of my head I knew the customer was right about Nat's attitude, and immediately after I "fixed" things I called back to Electronics and suggested the manager find out what was wrong with Natalie and why she treated the customer that way. He ended up sending her home and I went on with my day.
It wasn't until that night that I heard the news. Natalie was in the ER and they were due to operate any time on what they said was a dangerous ulcer. I felt bad for thinking the way I did about Natalie's attitude. No wonder she didn't act nice... she wasn't feeling well. She had ulcers. So I tried my best to keep up to date on how she was doing and planned to go visit her ASAP, but it turned out she had something else going on and they weren't sure what. When I pried into the Electronics manager, he mentioned the possibility of cancer. I was floored. My first thought was, "My friend CAN'T have cancer. Haven't I lost enough people in my life?". However, I tried to let the thought leave me, because we really just didn't know anything yet. I prayed for the answer I needed to hear, but unfortunately I didn't get it this time.
The call came in the beginning of January of this year. I remember it like it was yesterday. It was Ron (the Electronics Mgr.) and he said, "Julie, are you sitting down?"
Stage four colon cancer.
I didn't really have time to digest that. I still don't think I have had the time to digest it, but at that particular moment I was just walking back out onto the job from lunch. SO, I put on my strong face and went through the day without anyone knowing what was going on (Natalie insisted she would kill me if I told anyone. She wanted privacy). The only time I was asked anything that day was when one of my managers caught me rubbing my neck and looking at the floor. She asked me what was wrong, and even though I KNEW she knew Natalie also, all I could say was, "One of my friends was just diagnosed with stage four colon caner.". I was to have many a day like that. Many times where all I wanted to do was tell all the people who she cared about, so that they could love her and go see her and support her. I wasn't allowed to.
Luckily, (and I use the word luck with a grain of salt because I know there are MANY others who wish they would've been in my shoes) I was allowed to go see her in the hospital on her birthday. January 12. I bought her a movie "Julie and Julia" because I had heard she wanted to see it, and I put it in a black and white bag with black and red tissue paper because I knew she liked the colors. Looking back now, I am so happy I got to see her that day. Little did I know it would be the last time...
Fast forward to a couple weeks ago, April 10, 2010. I was driving in my car, on a wonderfully busy and beautiful Saturday afternoon, on my way to a Loen concert. Then my world changed. After months of trying to get her to let us see her again, we had no success. Natalie was stubborn, and her sister would even call us, saying that she wouldn't even let her own family come and see her, so we shouldn't feel bad.
Let me just say this. I am a helping person. If I can't DO something to help you in your day to day life, even if its just smile at you, then I am a LOST person. God hard wired this into me. I couldn't change if I wanted to. It hurt me to depths unseen that she wouldn't let me BE me. I wanted to sit at her bedside every single day. I wanted to make her giggle when no one else could. I wanted to be a friend through thick and thin. She wouldn't let me. She wouldn't let anyone.
Like I said, my world was disrupted on that Saturday afternoon, when I heard my phone ring in the seat next to me. I turned my radio down, picked up my phone and saw that it was Ron. I knew this couldn't be good. Just four days before (on my bday) I got the news that she was given 2-4 weeks to live. So, as I answered the phone, I probably should have been expecting to hear the words... I knew it... but I couldn't know it. I didn't want to know it. I answered, "Hello." Ron: "Hey Jules. Natalie died today." Me: "No she didn't." Ron: "Yes she did. I'm sorry, but I have to make a lot of phone calls right now. But you were my first."...
I hung up the phone and starred out at the road in front of me, my concert no longer meaning a single thing to me, even though I would walk in that night and see a ton of people I know and love,, paint a smile on my face and act like I didn't hurt. That's me. I'm strong. I turned up my radio and on came a song that word for word meant everything I was thinking...
A couple a days later I headed out to Amarillo with Ron and a couple of our co workers, Travis and Ashley. They would cry the whole way there. Me? I would sit in the back seat and listen to my MP3 and not shed a tear, because I'm a rock. All the while I am crying inside because I am listening to that song I heard on the radio over and over again. For some reason I can't even bring myself to shed a tear. I get frustrated at this fact, but I should know better by now. With over ten people who I have known and loved dying tragically (all of them) in my lifetime, I should know that no matter what I CANNOT cry. At least not in front of people. I am a strong person. I am a rock.
We stood there at the wake until everyone else had left, family and all, and then we each said our goodbyes. I asked the others to leave me alone. I needed to do this alone, cause I knew I would cry. What did I do? I sobbed. I sobbed so loud that even though they moved to the back of the church, I knew they could hear me. I wanted to know why she wouldn't let me help her, comfort her. I wanted to know WHY someone with such potential could be eaten alive by something as evil as cancer at such a young age as 26. I cried and cried. Then I took an envelope out and I put it inside her casket and we left. Inside the envelope was a piece of paper. On the paper were the lyrics to that song...
Natalie: It's something unpredictable, but in the end its right. I hope you had the time of your life.
I really do hope she had the time of her life. Every time I hear that song now it has a huge new meaning to me. Tomorrow is not promised to anyone, and though I have uttered those words a thousand times to a thousand people, young and old, I have never known the meaning of them till now. I want to enjoy every minute of my life. One little argument or a grudge held is not worth it. A frown on your face and a grumpy morning is not worth it. If I would have been in Natalie's shoes, with so little time, I would have wanted to make every single second count in every way possible... and not just for myself, but for the people around me.
If I learn anything at all from this, I hope that is it. I want to make my life count. I want to have the time of my life.
Sometimes, as a minister, people expect me to be a rock. Sometimes, I will be but, I will cry too.
Saturday, April 17, 2010
What Is A Tragedy?
Do you ever feel like the words you say are about to be judged in a spectacular way? Oh well, here it goes:
This week has been one of the more difficult ones of my life. Don't get me wrong, I am no stranger to hard times, it just seems that I never quite remember how bad they feel until I am right in the middle of them again.
In the past week or so I have seen two people near and dear to me die young (both under 30) and senselessly. If that wasn't hard enough I have had a series of several quick moving family issues pop up one right after the other, all of which have put some sort of un-spoken stress on me.
All this, not to mention work. At Walmart when we have a problem, instead of saying so, we will say we have an "opportunity". The first time I heard this phrase I thought it was a great way to look at things from the positive side. Today everything Wally World says, does and stands for disgusts me. I am just feeling a little burnt out. Like I said, its been a rough week.
You might say that I have even experience several tragedies this week. I know thats how I feel about some of the things that happen, and I know without a doubt that there are people I work with who would agree, for they have been through one of the situations with me. We lost a friend and coworker to a terrible disease. It was a huge secret that she was sick, and therefore a huge shock to everyone that knew her. I would call that a tragedy, and I suppose that most of the world probably would as well.
However, I want to point out a tragedy of a different kind in this blog. There is a tragedy going on within the souls of people, and especially within the walls of the church. I have personally experienced this in the past few days, as I have seen someone who was hurting and searching for answers completely thrown out of the life of one of her best friends based on one questionable decision. This friend of hers was a Christian. The decision this girl made was nothing illegal. It may have been immoral and I do not speak out for immorality, however I do speak on the side of love. The girl who was pushed aside by her Christian friend was also pushed out of churches her whole life.
This is just one singular circumstance, but I know its not an uncommon happening. It seems so easy sometimes to push people away because they do something that throws you for a loop, but in the end, (to me) if you are striving to be Christlike, eventually you would have to forgive thee person and rebuild at least a decent speaking relationship with them.
If you think you just believe differently, here is what the Bible says about it:
[21]Then came Peter to him, and said, Lord, how often shall my brother sin against me, and I forgive him? till seven times? [22]Jesus says unto him, I say not unto you, Until seven times: but, Until seventy times seven. Matthew 18:21-22
Do you believe the Bible?
I know that by judging the actions of Christians I am, to and extent, doing exactly what I am condemning, but I cannot keep silent about what is right. This is how I feel.
This blog is dedicated to all the too many loved ones I have seen go on in my lifetime. I hope that you were pulled in and loved by the people who represent Jesus.
Wilson Eugene Shelley
Lillian Shelley
Joey Ennis
Beverly Shook
Maryann Garza
Wil Ramsey
Alice Stoebner
Claude
Brandon Evans
Otto Stoebner
Courtney
Natalie Cervantez
This week has been one of the more difficult ones of my life. Don't get me wrong, I am no stranger to hard times, it just seems that I never quite remember how bad they feel until I am right in the middle of them again.
In the past week or so I have seen two people near and dear to me die young (both under 30) and senselessly. If that wasn't hard enough I have had a series of several quick moving family issues pop up one right after the other, all of which have put some sort of un-spoken stress on me.
All this, not to mention work. At Walmart when we have a problem, instead of saying so, we will say we have an "opportunity". The first time I heard this phrase I thought it was a great way to look at things from the positive side. Today everything Wally World says, does and stands for disgusts me. I am just feeling a little burnt out. Like I said, its been a rough week.
You might say that I have even experience several tragedies this week. I know thats how I feel about some of the things that happen, and I know without a doubt that there are people I work with who would agree, for they have been through one of the situations with me. We lost a friend and coworker to a terrible disease. It was a huge secret that she was sick, and therefore a huge shock to everyone that knew her. I would call that a tragedy, and I suppose that most of the world probably would as well.
However, I want to point out a tragedy of a different kind in this blog. There is a tragedy going on within the souls of people, and especially within the walls of the church. I have personally experienced this in the past few days, as I have seen someone who was hurting and searching for answers completely thrown out of the life of one of her best friends based on one questionable decision. This friend of hers was a Christian. The decision this girl made was nothing illegal. It may have been immoral and I do not speak out for immorality, however I do speak on the side of love. The girl who was pushed aside by her Christian friend was also pushed out of churches her whole life.
This is just one singular circumstance, but I know its not an uncommon happening. It seems so easy sometimes to push people away because they do something that throws you for a loop, but in the end, (to me) if you are striving to be Christlike, eventually you would have to forgive thee person and rebuild at least a decent speaking relationship with them.
If you think you just believe differently, here is what the Bible says about it:
[21]Then came Peter to him, and said, Lord, how often shall my brother sin against me, and I forgive him? till seven times? [22]Jesus says unto him, I say not unto you, Until seven times: but, Until seventy times seven. Matthew 18:21-22
Do you believe the Bible?
I know that by judging the actions of Christians I am, to and extent, doing exactly what I am condemning, but I cannot keep silent about what is right. This is how I feel.
This blog is dedicated to all the too many loved ones I have seen go on in my lifetime. I hope that you were pulled in and loved by the people who represent Jesus.
Wilson Eugene Shelley
Lillian Shelley
Joey Ennis
Beverly Shook
Maryann Garza
Wil Ramsey
Alice Stoebner
Claude
Brandon Evans
Otto Stoebner
Courtney
Natalie Cervantez
Monday, April 5, 2010
April 5, 2010
WOW! It has been FOREVER since I have blogged. Shame on me!
So how do I condense all that has happened into one meaningful blog?? Maybe I can't, but I will try. Here we go:
Since you've last read this blog I have had SOOO much going on. I felt at times that my head was going to overflow with stuff and brain would start to ooze out my ears or something. Gross, I know. In the days that I have been penless (or keyboardless??) I have laughed harder than ever and I have cried harder than ever. Its like I have lived a full lifetime in about 15 days. Weird huh?
I absolutely love my life, and I wouldn't trade it for the world, but sometimes I feel pain, from things that are happening or because I feel like old wounds have been ripped open. I had a little get together for my birthday, and none of my family was able to come for various reasons. Its ok, they are around for other things.
As I have gone through my life, for reasons some people will never understand, I have always searched for family to surround me. For a LONG LONG time, I found that at my church. Well, a couple of years ago when a bunch of weird stuff happened, that family kind of got torn away from me. In the years since that happened I have (finally) been able to find myself and move on. I am a part of a church I LOVE and I am so happy to form a new kind of family with them.
Because of this and many other things, I think I take situations WAY too seriously sometimes. For example, when I say that the people who surround me are the MOST important thing in my life, I mean it. The other day I was driving around town getting things accomplished before heading out to my birthday party. I was TOTALLY psyched because A LOT of people I cared about were going to be there.
So, as I was driving out to the hospital to see my friend who was in the hospital preparing to have brain surgery, I got about 10 phone calls/emails right in a row. They were ALL cancelling on me for my party. At this point I had bought the cakes and everything, all I had to do was show up, so it was kind of hard to deal with, but the most difficult part was the fact that once I finished taking all these calls I realized that NONE of the people from my new church were going to be there. This CRUSHED me. I literally drove around for THREE HOURS crying my head off. I am SUCH a cry baby. I ended up calling off my hospital visit, putting on my fake happy face and going to the party.
Thankfully I was very quickly reminded of all the people in my life who DID show up to help celebrate with me. I am so thankful for all my friends! I ended up having a good time... NO.. a GREAT time, and apologizing to people I may have been rude to when they cancelled on me. AND GUESS WHAT??? Even though they were late, two people from my church DID end up showing up! I was so thrilled. Thank you to Kennedie and her mom for coming out. I literally had tears in my eyes as I hugged them and welcomed them. I am SURE they thought I had lost my mind, but it meant more to me than they will ever know!
Sometimes I have to learn how to not be a brat! I am so mad at myself for ever being so upset. Do you ever get that way, or am I the only one in the world who is so ridiculously hard on them selves that they get mad at themselves for being mad in the first place? Haha, I know that is hard to follow, but thats what I do.
I am writing this not only to vent, but to remind myself to be thankful in every situation. Its not fair for me to act bratty towards others just because I don't get what I want. I still have a lot to learn, but I know one thing... I will build a new family at my wonderful church, and though it may be hard, it will be WELL worth it!
Sorry this blog sort of rambled on and on and on, but I had to get some stuff out there. OH, and FYI the friend who had brain surgery came out of it beautifully today and is already looking better! Praise God for doctors!
Love you all!
J
So how do I condense all that has happened into one meaningful blog?? Maybe I can't, but I will try. Here we go:
Since you've last read this blog I have had SOOO much going on. I felt at times that my head was going to overflow with stuff and brain would start to ooze out my ears or something. Gross, I know. In the days that I have been penless (or keyboardless??) I have laughed harder than ever and I have cried harder than ever. Its like I have lived a full lifetime in about 15 days. Weird huh?
I absolutely love my life, and I wouldn't trade it for the world, but sometimes I feel pain, from things that are happening or because I feel like old wounds have been ripped open. I had a little get together for my birthday, and none of my family was able to come for various reasons. Its ok, they are around for other things.
As I have gone through my life, for reasons some people will never understand, I have always searched for family to surround me. For a LONG LONG time, I found that at my church. Well, a couple of years ago when a bunch of weird stuff happened, that family kind of got torn away from me. In the years since that happened I have (finally) been able to find myself and move on. I am a part of a church I LOVE and I am so happy to form a new kind of family with them.
Because of this and many other things, I think I take situations WAY too seriously sometimes. For example, when I say that the people who surround me are the MOST important thing in my life, I mean it. The other day I was driving around town getting things accomplished before heading out to my birthday party. I was TOTALLY psyched because A LOT of people I cared about were going to be there.
So, as I was driving out to the hospital to see my friend who was in the hospital preparing to have brain surgery, I got about 10 phone calls/emails right in a row. They were ALL cancelling on me for my party. At this point I had bought the cakes and everything, all I had to do was show up, so it was kind of hard to deal with, but the most difficult part was the fact that once I finished taking all these calls I realized that NONE of the people from my new church were going to be there. This CRUSHED me. I literally drove around for THREE HOURS crying my head off. I am SUCH a cry baby. I ended up calling off my hospital visit, putting on my fake happy face and going to the party.
Thankfully I was very quickly reminded of all the people in my life who DID show up to help celebrate with me. I am so thankful for all my friends! I ended up having a good time... NO.. a GREAT time, and apologizing to people I may have been rude to when they cancelled on me. AND GUESS WHAT??? Even though they were late, two people from my church DID end up showing up! I was so thrilled. Thank you to Kennedie and her mom for coming out. I literally had tears in my eyes as I hugged them and welcomed them. I am SURE they thought I had lost my mind, but it meant more to me than they will ever know!
Sometimes I have to learn how to not be a brat! I am so mad at myself for ever being so upset. Do you ever get that way, or am I the only one in the world who is so ridiculously hard on them selves that they get mad at themselves for being mad in the first place? Haha, I know that is hard to follow, but thats what I do.
I am writing this not only to vent, but to remind myself to be thankful in every situation. Its not fair for me to act bratty towards others just because I don't get what I want. I still have a lot to learn, but I know one thing... I will build a new family at my wonderful church, and though it may be hard, it will be WELL worth it!
Sorry this blog sort of rambled on and on and on, but I had to get some stuff out there. OH, and FYI the friend who had brain surgery came out of it beautifully today and is already looking better! Praise God for doctors!
Love you all!
J
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