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There is something so beautiful and sacred in the power of our silent words -- Those words that are not spoken aloud yet heard deeply within our soul; their weight carrying more meaning because they do not need to be spoken.
I've been surrounded by these silent words for some time. I've come to realize that many of my deepest friendships have been built on a framework of silent words. It's in the look of an eye that smiles with admiration and love; it's in the single heartbeat that skips simply because you've entered the room; it's in the knowing expression when someone else has said something hurtful, or exposed a secret not ready for the world to know; it's in the squeezing of a hand that says, I am here, you are not alone.
In my deepest relationship, the one with my husband, I imagine we could successfully carry on an intelligent and meaningful conversation while sitting across from each other at dinner without ever speaking a single word.
These silent words are moments of comfort and peace between two people and are offered up in a single slice of energy that passes between you -- no one else capable of intercepting the message because only the two of you can decode its meaning.
Silent words are beautiful, pure, poignant, and penetrating.
When I think of my dearest relationships, they are filled with hilarious and tender conversations, but it is the silent words between us that creates an unshakeable bond hard to describe.
I've encountered them so much lately -- perhaps because I'm in the midst of one of "life's transitions." These are times when you really don't know what to say. The words do not have the capacity to fill the depth of which you feel -- the emotions too raw, too big, too powerful to match any attempt to describe the feeling out loud. Looking at the beautiful souls around me, I hear their silent words and am immediately comforted. Their smiles, laughter, tears, hugs, hand gestures, knowing looks, and bowed heads say all that is needed. The message of the heart is carried out through actions, not words.
As beautiful and glorious I believe words to be (I am a storyteller after all), they are nothing without love and intention.
While stringing together a syncopated sentence full of delicious syntax is something that tantalizes me, it's the silent words from my loved ones that move me to tears.
I hear you.
I understand your 'no words'.
You say everything by saying nothing.
Your beautiful and special heart speaks to me through your kind gestures, your availability, your honesty, your hospitality, your openness and your humanity.
I am humbled by your love and comforted by your symphony of silence.
I'm coming off an amazing weekend where I attended our church Women's Retreat up in the mountains of North Carolina. It just so happens that I was the retreat organizer and helped plan the weekend. And it just so happens that those plans included MUCH of the vision I hold for the "Ignite Your LIGHT Retreats" that have been dancing around in my head for about 2 years now. I was gifted with a playground in which I could test out my ideas. The women loved it. I've been flooded with emails and texts today about how awesome this retreat was. Don't get me wrong -- it was not ALL because of my plans -- we had an exceptional retreat speaker and some other really amazing contributors that made the weekend really special. But the vision was there -- and it was phenomenal to see it play out and be so enthusiastically received. It solidified my theory: WOMEN WANT THIS. WE NEED IT.
This is how life and VISIONING works.
I planned this retreat simply because I said "yes" to a committee 3 years ago. The position was a 3-year commitment with different responsibilities each year. The 3rd year was planning this retreat.
3 years ago, there was no LIGHTbeamers.
3 years ago, I had no idea how to plan a retreat.
3 years ago, I had no vision for any of this.
But God knows our path long before we do :)
Enter the first ever "Ignite Your LIGHT" Retreat. [HAPPY DANCE]
What Vision do you hold for yourself? What story are you telling yourself that is holding you back from going after your dreams? What do you really want your story to be? Spend a weekend tapping into your personal power and reigniting the LIGHT that is inside of you.
Jennifer Rackley Chacon, a certified health & life coach, will join me to facilitate this retreat.
We are offering crazy good "beta" pricing.
$250 (shared room) - $350 (private room) for the entire weekend.
All inclusive (meals, accommodations, supplies, workshops)
The retreat will be Friday March 31 - Sunday April 2 at a lake house on Lake Norman (just outside Charlotte, NC)
I don't even have the registration links fully operational yet ... but I cannot wait another day to share this. I am too excited and READY to share it with you.
MY PROMISE TO YOU: We will pour into you the most amazing energy and content we can dream up. You will leave refreshed and reenergized. Your story will unfold. Your light will shine.
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Darkness & LIGHT Courtesy: allthefreestock.com
I like the Dichotomy of things. I like to wear a little color with my black & white. I am both a thrill seeker and a careful ninny. I am a go-getter who loves to be lazy. I have fears that rage inside of me that only my Faith can suppress. Fundamentally, I believe we are all complex creatures who sometimes don’t make a whole lot of sense to the naked eye. At least, not at first glance. It’s why I seek the LIGHT, yet find so much goodness in the dark.
This explains why my husband — who knows the bright, bubbly, positive, light-chasing side of me — has grown very accustomed to my Bat-like tendencies. He'll often find me curled up in a dark nook, sitting quietly by myself, having drawn the curtains in the room to create a cavernous space in which to retreat. Yes — me, the chaser of the LIGHT, likes to sit and simmer in the dark.
What’s happening in these moments is an opportunity to shut out the world, silence the noise, and go inward with my thoughts. It is here, in the dark, I often meet the LIGHT I am so hell-bent on finding. Our days are filled 24-7 with stimuli — news, internet, conversations, to-do lists, errands, commitments, rushing … rushing… rushing… I often only have time to scribble down little notes — glimmers of LIGHT stories I dream up or encounter but don't have the time to develop, ponder, digest. These notes are memory joggers for me to flesh out later when I have time to actually sit down and write. But oddly enough, sometimes when that time arrives, I no longer see the importance or relevance of these little notes. Their tangled words no longer make sense to me, and I'm left trying to recall the details I clearly felt important enough to write down in the first place. This unravels me! Why didn’t I just stop and write it out in the moment? I ask myself. This would have been a great story to share but now the words escape me.
I think this is how life is — don’t you? Our days are filled with little moments that really could be epic stories if we would just stop long enough to soak them up, drink in the moment and savor its lingering message and impact. But we are too busy to stop and enjoy them so we let them pass us by; just a blip on the radar. When you later recall it, it has very little meaning or importance anymore. It’s just nothing.
When a string of these moments pile up and all I have is a series of little notes that I can no longer make sense of — it's a red flag warning that I have gone too far, too long, too deep into the madness of life. I have to push the pause button and shut those curtains to block out all the light that is life rushing by. I embrace the cold, quiet dark; I become very quiet and still. And I listen. I have complete conversations in my head with my ego, my self-doubt, my courage, my spirited-self, and most importantly, God. Then, something always emerges. A LIGHT that was not there before. Clarity. Purpose. Faith. Resolve. Intention. Sometimes full-blown stories emerge and I'm gifted with material to write; Other times, full-blown revelations about my life and my personal journey that help me adjust my course.
The yin-yang of my writing life really intrigues me. I’ve come to realize I’m a very emotional writer — the stories only spill out when I’m fully enthralled in my highs and lows.
When life is on cruise control and balanced, the words don’t easily come. But send me over the edge — either into the sky high emotions of happiness, love, and elation or down into the deep valleys of fear, worry, and doubt — and the stories emerge. Why must I go to the extremes to find them? I wonder. When I contemplate this I hear God say to me:
"Because that’s where life is lived, my dear. That’s where I need you to go to find me. That’s where you need to go to find others, too, so you can do this thing I’ve called you to do: Write and Share and Shine. Real friendships and true Community are not found on the road to Balance and Harmony. They are found in the thickness of the Dark and in the brightness of the Light. Go there. Be there. And then come back to tell the tales so others will find comfort in knowing they, too, are in the exact right place. They will know there is a lesson/story/reason in here, and that it’s all unfolding exactly as I would have it."
These are lessons from the Universe, God's great masterpiece. The things that send us high and low are really just life lessons we need to learn -- things to be absorbed, processed, evaluated and shared. It's what I call "Riding the SERF" (Stop, Evaluate, Focus and Rededicate) ; these are the real things that bind us because we are all riding the highs and lows of life!
I've also learned that my highs are really high, and my lows are very low. It doesn't mean I am drunk on positivity anymore than it means I am unhappy or depressed. It simply means I feel deeply. I imagine many of you can relate to this. For this reason, I have come to embrace the Dark even more because there is so much to be learned there.... such valuable teachings if we are brave enough to really sit in it for a spell.
Keep riding your SERF.
EDITORIAL NOTE: I found most of this piece on my computer, in a place I scribble down notes quickly when an idea strikes. When I found it later, I didn't even remember writing it! It's like I had Writer's Amnesia. But when I sat with the notes, and fleshed out this piece, I realized again how much beauty and truth can be found in our dark corners. I am grateful for this lesson.
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I am trying to keep my cool, but if she doesn't make a decision soon, I might just lose it! I am standing in the middle of a boutique toy store with my 7-year old daughter; We are buying a gift for one of her friend's birthday and she has just stumbled upon a jackpot of Shopkins -- a collectible series of miniature kitschy shopping toys with names like "Miss Mushy-Moo" (a mushroom) and "Beverley Heels Suzie" (shoes). Join us in the Community!
They have a whole television series on YouTube, and my daughter has just discovered the motherload of "Season 3" finds on our way to the checkout counter. She's holding two packages in her hands, seemingly identical but apparently what's inside is a total surprise (for my older friends, think collectible Baseball cards). My daughter is frozen, trying to decide on whether to pick what's in her right hand or her left. The 'not knowing' which Shopkins are inside is getting to her. She begs me to let her buy them both so she doesn't have to make a decision. I stand firm in my resolve that she must learn to let go of the control and to just "go with the flow" of life and be happy with the surprises along the way.
As she continues to grapple with this mounting decision -- I stand there and think about how this is such a problem for most of us. We all just want to know what the hell is inside! What are we bargaining for? What am I going to get for what I pay? Where will life take me if I decide to go down a certain path? Why can't we just know already how this will all turn out?
But that's just it....We can't. Life is so much about choosing between two options and then just being okay with what unfolds. This is faith. We all struggle with this one, don't we? No matter what religion we claim (or don't claim), faith is a part of our daily routines and lies deep within the inner walls of our subconscious. Having faith means you understand there is a deeper energy at work -- and regardless if you choose the right hand or the left, your course has already been marked because something deeper within you has already chosen the way. This unnamed and unmarked beacon that guides and moves you is a bigger player than you, and there is nothing you can do to outsmart it so you just have to trust it, and go with it; you just have to have faith.
In these moments, it's hard to relinquish the control, but the light always shines brighter when you do. Once we allow life to simply unfold is when we get to really discover what life is all about. When we drop the daily struggle to choose between the right hand or the left, we are so much more open to the expansiveness that's waiting for us. Before we know it, the Universe hands us a heaping helping of abundance that fills up both of our hands.
I can't seem to find the words to explain this to my 7-year old .... but I know this to be true as I navigate the journey through my 40's. Knowing that there is a LIGHT that is the Captain of my ship makes the twists and turns along the way more enlightening, revealing, and remarkable. I no longer dwell on the things that didn't go my way. I see it more as a mere revealing of my particular path. That path IS my way... and it's the only way to go that will move me forward. Therefore, I have faith.
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I wrote something yesterday that I think is the intro/beginning/something to a book. It was very raw, emotional, personal, and just a little (a lot) scary. It made my husband cry. What I wrote has to do with FEAR.
I think a lot of us deal with fear everyday. Fear is so rampant. Fear of failure, fear of money, fear of love, fear of success, fear of not being good enough, fear of being our true selves, fear of what others think, Fear.... Fear... Fear.
I have been crippled by this. I know how devastating and debilitating this can be.
But I also know how beautiful life can be once you name your fears (I personally call my fear The Devil because it helps me remember how evil fear is, and how badly I do not want it in my life).
I prayed and prayed and prayed for God to come take my fears away for a long time. He sent me a special message when he started sending me a word: LIGHT.
I wrote about this "sending of the Light" on LIGHTbeamers when I first started my blog (Read original post here if you want to read how that word CHASED me, and God beat me over the head with it). But even then, I didn't have the words to fully describe it and appreciate it. I feel those words coming now. Another gift from God.
I'm a few years in now on my personal journey to overcome these irrational, totally energy blocking fears and live my life more purposeful, intentional, and BIGGER.
Do I have it all figured out? Um, hell no!
But I do know that anytime spent in the darkness is scary.
Yet living into the bright light can be even scarier because it means being vulnerable and truthful. That's why so many of us choose to stay stuck in the ruts!! It's easier and safer there sometimes.
But that is no way to live, friends. If you stay there, what will your life look like 10 years from now? Where will you be? I'm in my mid-40's and I want these years to count for something! I want to do fun things, go to cool places, meet interesting people, experience amazing things!! I no longer choose to hide in my closet, crying because of my fears.
There are times you just have to say F#^* this-- I am going to do life my way!!!!!
And so, I am going to write a book and share with the world my darkest and brightest days. I'm going to write about Fear, and how the LIGHT can save you from it.
And I am committed to building a Community of LIGHTbeamers who want to shine alongside with me!! The dark world needs us to link arms and do this work together!
I've been doing some hard work lately -- trying to clear mental blocks of fear and anxiety as it pertains to money. This is area I really struggle in... a constant battle I have to be hyper vigilant against. My gosh, the time I've wasted on worrying about things that never, ever came to fruition. TRUE STORY -- I once was so convinced we were going to lose our house to foreclosure. I already had the whole scenario playing out in my head.... yet we have NEVER, not even once, missed a house payment!! What in the hell was that all about???? Just plain old FEAR
. It had no basis in reality. They say Fear is nothing more than just False Evidence Appearing Real. What negative thoughts are going through your head? What are you worrying about that is absolutely unfounded in this moment of time?
As I've learned from some pretty amazing coaches (one being my husband, Kyle Pertuis of MindFit Coaching
) -- these are nothing more than Limiting Beliefs. When we believe these lies about ourself, we sell ourselves short. We live small. We play it safe. We stay inside-the-box. We tell ourselves this is just "life". Maybe so, but is that really living?
There are times I can very easily see the positive side to things. I can very easily dismiss the negative thoughts and see only the LIGHT. But trust me --- there are also plenty of times that I struggle with this. There are times I get STUCK IN THE DARK. This always feels "heavy" to me.... depressing, ominous, scary. Its a place I try to snap out of as quickly as possible because never, ever, ever does anything good, happy, or positive come from this place. Over the years -- what has helped me is to NAME THIS. I personally call it the Devil. When I feel my mind racing to these stupid, crappy thoughts, I stop myself and say, "Well, Hello there, Devil. I see you! I see what you're trying to do. You just want me to be stuck in this darkness, but oh, no no no -- you will not have power over me. I am stronger and better than you."
-- Immediately, I feel the sense of control come back into my court and I am able to shift back into the light.
Folks -- this is work I've been working on for quiet some time. This is what ultimately led me to start LIGHTbeamers
because I felt so empowered and capable every single time I acknowledged the light and allowed myself to BE in it, I wanted to shine it for others!!
As a result, my load has lightened. Not always, because I am a work in progress. I STILL have work to do.... but I am so much further ahead than I was 5-6 years ago. I am much further ahead than I was 2 years ago. I am much further ahead than I was 6-months ago because I continue to train my brain, and focus on the light.
I want you to join me. I want this to be an #uprisingoflight
because I know we need it. I know the struggle. I know the stupid stories we tell ourselves. I know the ways we LIVE SMALL.... and I want us to LIVE LARGE!!!!!!!!!!!!! I want us to dream those dreams and BELIEVE THEM TO BE TRUE.
I have been giving considerable thought lately to what exactly LIGHTBeamers
is, should be, the potential it has to change lives. It's sounds so grandiose even just typing it -- but truth be told, I FEEL LED to keep talking about it, to keep sharing my stories, your stories, other people's stories so that we can all shift our mindsets and BE THE LIGHT. Imagine your world 6-months from now, 2 years from now, 5-6 years from now if you commit to this type of personal work of shifting your mindset!!
Thank you for being here with me, and allowing me to share a big piece of my heart with you.xoxo,APRIL
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The Finish line of the Palmetto 200 Relay Race, ran in memory of Russell Hinson.
Have you ever done something so outside your box that when you’re done, you realize your box was entirely too small? That “something” has changed you and shaped you in a way you’ll never be able to go back to who you were before, the oversized you fitting into the too small box? I suspect we are all a bit oversized for our boxes, we just don’t realize it. Some of us haven’t seen the bulges and cracks the box suffers from our attempt to live comfortably inside of it. Our small boxes really want us to move the hell out, find a bigger space, move on to newer and bigger boxes but our eyes are still blinded by the comfort and safety we think the smaller box provides. We don’t see the cracks…. but God does. He knows how to move us out of those contraptions — and He will come up with the craziest of ways to show you how. I really think this is quiet fun for God. I think He has one helluva good time coming up with ways to teach us we are capable of so much more, that we are meant for very large boxes filled with extraordinary experiences and people. Making the Handoff between Leg #13 and #14
Up until last week, myself and a group of my workout buddies (really — they are so much more than that label. They are my dear friends. We have formed a bond that is hard to articulate and name. We know it is special. We call ourselves The Village)… so The Village had been training for the Palmetto 200 — a relay race that starts in Columbia, SC and ends 205 miles later in Charleston within a 24 hour timeframe. Each of our 12 member team had been assigned legs — 3 a piece — and we were divided into two Vans. The spreadsheet was set. Our individual paces calculated. Our expected times for completion totaled. Each of our legs were mapped from point A to point B, with details of elevation, difficulty, and distance. Then — one of our teammates’ husband died unexpectedly. She was out…. and then, so were we. We collectively agreed running the race was no longer an option when one of our Villagers was down. But then, she asked us not to cancel. She wanted us to run it without her. She had even orchestrated the details of her husband’s funeral to ensure we could attend and still run the race. From there, one of the Villagers coined the phrase: Running for Russell. That was it!! We knew we had to put our own sorrow aside and do this for our friend, Erin and her departed husband, Russell. We rallied to revamp our plan — a fellow Villager stepped up and agreed to run in her place. Other teammates took on longer miles to make other necessary adjustments. Another Villager baked us cookies and sent along encouraging notes in the bag. We made arrangements to finish the race and return home in time to attend Russell’s funeral. It all happened so fast, but our purpose had been renewed and it had a name: Running for Russell.
Heading into the race, none of us exactly knew what to expect as none of us had ever run a relay like this. This was most definitely going to push us outside of our boxes, push us beyond the comfort of what we knew to be normal. There were going to be long, formidable runs. There were going to be lonely, dark roads to cross. There were going to be sufferable hours without sleep. There were going to be moments that would require us to dig deep to move beyond our mental fears and physical pain. We all expected this. But the 33 hours that unfolded from the time Van #1 kicked off the event until our final runner crossed the finish line was nothing short of phenomenal. Actually, there are many words I’d use to describe the whole experience: emotional, beautiful, hard, hysterical, delirious, exhilarating, painful. Throughout those 205 miles were moments of encouragement and support, moments of laughter and silly fun, moments that rallied an entire van and reminded us all that our pain, our fears, and our shortcomings meant nothing. This was not about us — this was about a man who left this world too soon, and about the family he left behind. It was an undercurrent we could all feel — we felt its power and its levity. We turned our pain into prayers and our fears into motivation. Running for Russell became our mantra and it fueled us all the way to the end.
Wikipedia (a favorite resource of Russell’s)
explains a Village as this: A village
is a clustered human settlement
. I have a new definition — a Village is a group of people who grab your heart in their hand, look you square in the eye, and without saying a single word promise to be the “do-whatever-you-need-me-to-do-when-life-is-no-longer-pretty” kind of friend.
It was said at Russell’s service that he was always challenging others to good conversation, asking excellent questions that prompted one to give good thought to their answers. A curious fella who was in constant study of life — using a unique lens through which to view the world and live far outside his comfortable box.
It was also mentioned at his funeral the power of this Village. I could feel the hearts of every single Villager in attendance swell. This word has become so sacred to us. We are so much more than a clustered human settlement or community — we are bonded by more than just geographical location; we are bonded by life in all of its beauty and pain.
Russell’s death ended a long suffering battle with a disease that greatly limited his mobility. In particular, he was riddled with pain in his leg and could not walk without assistance. Because of Russell’s condition, he stayed mostly at home and, as a result, a good many of us who ran the race had never met him. It was Erin who our hearts poured out for — and it was probably more appropriate to say we were Running for Erin. Yet, clearly Russell played an even bigger role in our run…. for I believe it was Russell who ran for us
. Though I never met Russell, I imagined his legs running those miles, his smile as he crossed each check point, his heart pumping red, hot blood through his healthy veins, and his family cheering him on every step. It was his spirit that kept us going, that gave our legs their power, that quelled the fears in our minds, and that grew the love of our Village, and that will continue to inspire us far past the finish line. I think Russell is still running for us…. somewhere... and he’s challenging us to the conversation; asking us to examine the cracks and bulges of our small comfortable boxes and step out into the beautiful, bright unknown.
Russell Hinson leaves behind his beautiful wife, Erin, and their 3 children: 10-year old twins Charlie and Poppy, and 5-year old Mary Hazel. A donation site has been established to help offset the overwhelming financial burden of losing the man of the house, years of medical bills, and unexpected funeral costs. Even small donations will help the Hinson family as they resettle into their new life without Russell. Thank you for your prayers & consideration. Please visit this link to donate: Two Possums and a Bug
Last year, when the idea of LIGHTbeamers
came to me, the word LIGHT was so crystal clear. I could see it. I could hear it. I could smell it. I could taste it. I am not even kidding — it was a very intense vision unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before in my life (more about that here)
So when this year rolled around, I was just convinced I would have another Sugar Plum Fairy vision drop out of the sky and land in my lap; another gift tied up with a nice, neat, pretty little bow. Some messages from God are powerful and undeniable while others are faint whispers, you have to really listen and watch for them. As the New Year rolled around, I was still struggling to find my footing — trying to get clear direction on where did I want to go in 2016. Then I did the Reflections exercise which I wrote about yesterday
. I liken this to cleaning your house. Sometimes my bedroom looks like a bomb of jeans, sweaters, and boots exploded in there. But then, I clean the clutter — I put all those things away, back where they belong — then I can see my floor again. I can see the pathway from my bed to my bathroom. I can see the way I am supposed to go, rather than circumventing all the madness strewn across the room.
If you want to get real clear on what your mind, heart, and soul is telling you (really, what GOD is telling you —)
then you have to clear out your mind’s clutter. Clean that crap up! Put things away where they belong. Journal, write things down, voice-record your jumbled thoughts, whatever you have to do to get it out of the way. Then, you will see your path.
I cleaned out my mind’s clutter and realized a word had been swirling around in there for some time. I’d heard it before. Heck, I had been saying the word all along: I want to seek the JOY in my life.
2015 was a strange year. I intentionally took nearly a year off from any kind of work so I could gift myself with the time to write; to pursue this passion project called LIGHTbeamers. To have more time with my family; to be more involved with the kids; to do a few things I just had no time for otherwise. It was a great year in that regard. But in other ways, I got restless. I am a doer. I am a worker. I feel empowered when I am out there doing my thing — working and earning a living. I like to have a full plate and be productive. It’s the way I am wired. Towards the end of the year, that restlessness caused me to really go into a tailspin. I am normally a happy, positive, "glass is half-full" kind of girl. But during this dark time, I let fear, worry and panic rule my days —
“I’m never going to get work again”
“I’ve let all of my contacts dry up. They aren’t calling me anymore for projects”
“I have nothing to show for my work — my portfolio is crap”
“We are going to go broke. We’ll have to sell the house”
“I am a loser.”
Anyone ever have these insane, stupid, crazy, total nonsense thoughts run through your head and you totally BELIEVE them? This, my friends, is clutter. You gotta clean this crap OUT! Take it to the garbage. It is not even worth bagging up for donation.
I cleaned out the clutter, then JOY appeared. She was there all along laying on my carpet underneath all the jeans, sweaters, and boots.
Life is too short. You don't have to look very far to find examples of time ticking away. Why waste one more minute living in fear, worry, and doubt?
I am not going to allow myself to spend anymore time here. I want to explore the world with JOY by my side.
I’m linking arms with her and going to JUMP into 2016 with her. I am going to seek & do JOYful things. I will base all of my decisions and moves by asking myself this simple question “Will it bring me JOY?”
If you'd like to join me — here’s my plan:Every day, I am going to journal and write down 5-6 ways JOY showed up with me that day.
I’ve mapped this out — since I am starting on January 5 — by the end of the year, I will have compiled 2016 ways JOY was present in my daily life.
Just thinking about the notebook of journal entries I will have by December 31 gets me so excited. I cannot wait to sit down on New Years Eve and reflect back on this year. There will be times that JOY will be crystal clear and obvious, while other times I am sure I will have to seek her out, find her hiding under some more clutter. But I will know she is there, and I am going to hunt her down daily. JOY is my friend and she is also yours.
I will be sharing about this regularly in the LIGHTbeamers Community
— so join me over there and let’s JUMP for JOY. JOYfully,APRIL
The world seems to be filled with so much devastation, depravity, evil and hate. There are days when our news feeds are filled with such tragic events, it’s hard to hold our heads up and face another day. Furthermore, our culture seems to have taken a cue — people in our Networks easily and carelessly make snap judgements, rude accusations, and hate-filled commentary against us without much cause, or pause, for consideration. Social Media channels have created this beast, but there’s no question it exist even within private conversations and live interchanges between people. I’ve thought much about this in the past week — not so much evaluating how others participate in this phenomenon, but rather where my own actions fall. If I am the sum of all my Facebook Likes, Posts, Shares, and Comments, would they equal the character I wish to be? Would others want to be measured this same way?
I feel we’ve come to a crossroads — we shall either continue to participate in the Judgement, or look deeper and see people for who they really are, beyond their latest public profile image. We are all complicated, interesting, humanly-flawed individuals. We are creatures filled with ideas and emotions, a history of mistakes, and a future filled with possibilities. Isn’t it high time we go back to seeing one another as we care to be seen ourselves? Remember the Golden Rule of Do Unto Others as You Would Have Them Do Unto You.
We are not perfect! We are going to make mistakes. We are going to say things that come out all wrong. We are going to have opinions that sometimes don’t make sense to others. We are going to make decisions based on where we are in our own lives, not where others wish us to be. We've become so engrossed and invested in other people's beliefs and habits, that we have somehow lost sight of our own; we're too busy worrying about other people's moral compass to figure out if our own is in check. Is that what we truly want for ourselves and for one another? The time has come -- we must put the brakes on being hyper critical. Stop highlighting everyone's wrongs and start celebrating their rights.
When I dreamed of LIGHTbeamers, I envisioned it as a vehicle for us all to shine for one another, support one another, inspire and motivate, lift each other up! However, my own shortcomings often leave me feeling unworthy of leading such a charge for I also make mistakes, say things I don’t mean, have polarizing opinions, and fail miserably at times in shining the LIGHT. Sometimes, when this has happened, people have quickly pointed out my flaws. But other times, they have soldiered on for me — shining for me when my own darkness is too deep, lifting me up instead of stomping me down. For the latter, I am immensely grateful.
So, can we all agree to shine a kind LIGHT for others? Give them a little Grace when they need it?
If so, then this is what I want to say, and what I imagine we all would want to say to our supporters, and even more so to our detractors — and I want you to hear these words the next time you find yourself rolling your eyes, shaking your head, and impulsively responding to someone’s seemingly off-the-wall social media post —
“Thank you for seeing me for who I really am. I am grateful for your open eyes, your widespread arms, and your loving heart. You don’t question my heart and you don’t waiver in your friendship, despite all the many ways in which you and I differ. You see me for more than just my profile picture, my status update, my likes and comments, and my political views. You see me for the beautiful, God-created soul I am. You see the smiles I give, the laughs we share, the goals I achieve. You see through all my fears, even when I do my best to mask them in a defiant state of self-confidence. You relate to me on a human level — as a mom, friend, wife, concerned citizen, sister, daughter, just someone who’s trying to find her footing in this big-bad-wolf of a world. You see me sharing my kindness in the world, and give me credit for doing more than is necessary."
Our means of communication needs to be filled with love, compassion, faith and understanding... and especially, grace. There is no room for hatred, bigotry, and insults. When we share our kind words and supportive hands, we shine our LIGHT. When we do this, we remind each other of the best versions of ourselves. We are not selfish creatures. Oh sure, there are days we slip, we go backwards, we hog the spotlight. On these days, we need to recall all the other days when we are out there fighting the good fight — shining our LIGHT and being a beacon for others.
Yes, you do it your way, and I do it mine… but there we are, nonetheless, working toward the common goal. After all, we all want the same things — love, hope, peace, safety, compassion, a brighter future. At the end of the day, it doesn’t really matter how we get there… as long as we stay true to our own unique course, and accept others along their way.
Cheering for YOU,