This week was “Show Week” at my school. For those who have participated in theater – whether behind-the-scenes or onstage – you know that week is crazy. Lights, sound, costumes, hair, make-up, set and props must all work together in harmony with the acting, singing, and choreography so the show can be the best it can be.
You also know that, almost without exception, there is a point during show week where the cast and crew think, “This is going to be a train wreck.” But, also almost without exception, the show ends up much better than anyone expected.
“Bye Bye Birdie” was no exception on either count. We had a couple rough rehearsals. Lines were dropped. Props were dropped. Even actors were dropped! (this is my daughter, playing Mae Peterson, being “let down” by her Sonny Boy)…
But, on opening night, everything came together. The cast and crew were fantastic, and the audience was thrilled. It was a phenomenal production! The others directors and I were so proud.
Life is often like that. “All the world’s a stage”, after all! But our Director, unlike us fallible humans, is perfect. He knows everything. He is never taken by surprise.
But we sometimes forget that we’re a work in progress. We’re in the middle of “Show Week” – working towards our “opening night”. Things are going to get messy. We’re are going to make mistakes, to question where we are going. We’re going to let people down. We’re going to let ourselves down.
In those moments, we need to listen even closer to our Director. Cling to His Words, go where He tells us to go, say what He tells us to say. Even when it doesn’t make sense to us, we need to trust the One who knows far more than we do!
We can be assured that, if our hearts belong to Jesus, “opening night” is going to be far beyond our wildest dreams. An eternity with the God of the Universe, in a new body, a new heaven and a new earth. Wow!!
So live in the mess. Thrive as a work in progress. Trust your Director. And enjoy. Because, in the glittering words of Conrad Birdie, “You’ve got a lot of livin’ to do”!
Earlier this week, a police officer knocked on our front door — in the middle of the night.
Dave and I were both sound asleep, and my first thought was that we were being robbed — obviously I was sleep deprived. What robber knocks?? We warily approached the door, where a very nice lady cop was standing, her car in our driveway. Dave opened the door and the officer apologized for waking us.
“But,” she said. “Your garage door is open, and we have had some robberies in the area. I wanted to make sure you were all right and that you knew to shut and lock your garage.”
We thanked her and promptly obeyed, walking around the house to make sure no unsavory characters had made the same discovery the cop had made.
While we didn’t enjoy having our sleep disrupted, we were grateful. Who knows what that nice officer may have saved us from!
I’ve been thinking about that incident the past few days, and I can’t help but compare that police officer to the Holy Spirit. Just like Dave and I left our house unprotected, sometimes we leave our minds and hearts unprotected — we put ourselves in situations where the door to sin is wide open. The temptation is right there. The Holy Spirit warns us – through a gentle reminder, the words of a friend or pastor, a passage of scripture that comes to mind– and we have to make a choice.
Sadly, I find that it was far easier to obey that cop than it is to obey the Holy Spirit. I didn’t argue with the officer. I didn’t justify why leaving the garage open would be all right. I didn’t say, “No one will come to MY house. I’m going back to bed.” I shut that garage! Then I locked the door to the garage. And, for good measure, Dave stuck the key in and set the deadbolt on the door to the garage. We even checked the other doors, just to be sure our house was safe from would-be robbers.
How sad that I care more for my house than my soul.
When the Holy Spirit warns me — “You need to forgive that person.”; “You shouldn’t be watching that show.”; “Respond with gentle words, not harsh ones.” — I rarely obey immediately. More often than I should, I ignore the warnings: I don’t forgive, I keep watching, I spit out a mean response. Then later, I reap the consequences. I ALWAYS regret not heeding the Spirit’s voice. Why do I refuse to listen?? When He is giving me help far greater than any police officer on the planet?
God used that officer for more than just a physical wake-up. It was a spiritual wake-up, as well. A reminder to heed His words, His warnings, to stay within His protection.
“Follow the pattern of the sound words that you have heard from me, in the faith and love that are in Christ Jesus. By the Holy Spirit who dwells within us, guard the good deposit entrusted to you.” II Timothy 1:13-14
When I had Emma – on my 24th birthday – I did something rare: Math. And I realized that the day she turned 16, I would turn 40.
That day came last Saturday.
We celebrated our milestone birthdays with a trip to NYC, and we were joined by some of our closest friends. It was a perfect weekend.
Contrary to what you might think, Christian school teachers who write a few poorly selling books do not make a ton of money. Shocking, I know. So just darting off to NYC for a weekend is not something we could normally afford. But we were gifted with the money to do this, and it was, most definitely, the best birthday gift I’ve ever received (having Emma, of course, was a great birthday gift, too…but this gift was pain-free, and it was spent WITH Emma. So January 31, 2015 officially trumps January 31, 1999).
So what did we do, you ask? Don’t read on if you are prone to jealousy
- Saw THREE Broadway musicals: “On the Town”; “Phantom of the Opera”; and unplanned-but-saw-it-because-we-got-stuck-in-NYC-an-extra-day-oh-darn, “Les Miserables”
- Visited the Museum of Modern Art where I saw, up close, REAL Picassos and (my favorite!) Monets. We also saw some very odd pictures and sculptures for which Emma made up very creative, deep meanings, leaving us all laughing and, most likely, annoying the real art-lovers nearby
- Had Cake Boss cupcakes AND cake, along with a birthday greeting from Grace!!
- Lunched at Ellen’s Stardust Diner, where amazing singers are the wait staff. Their rendition of “One Day More” was unbelievable!
- Dined at Junior’s – a super cute diner right across from the windiest alley this side of Chicago
- Stayed RIGHT in Times Square, with a crazy good view and surprisingly comfy beds
- Visited TONS of shops — we had to stay warm!
- Walked two miles, down Broadway, past 34th street and Macy’s, Herald and Union Square, to find some of the best chocolate ever — Chocolate by the Bald Man
- Had TWO flights cancelled (thank you, snow!!)
- Rode the Subway
- Rode the Long Island Railroad
- Played in the snow in Long Island while waiting for the airport shuttle (actually, that was the girls, not me. I’ve had my fill of snow play. I watched them while drinking my coffee and tightening my scarf)
- Met NO rude New Yorkers – every single person we met was kind and helpful. Truly.
So that, in as much of a nutshell as I can put it, was my 40th and Emma’s 16th birthdays, now forever known as…
The. Best. Birthdays. Ever.
I turn 40 on Saturday.
Depending on your age, that may be REALLY old or quite young. I am quickly shifting into the latter category :). Milestone birthdays tend to make me reflective — like a New Year’s Day on steroids. I look back over the last decade, or two in this case, and think about the one to come.
I went into each of the last two decades with specific plans and dreams, and God laughed. Silly girl! His plans, though sometimes more difficult, were always better, and never, ever what I expected. (note: the hyperlinks in here are to previous posts)
When I turned 20, I was dating Dave. We were fairly serious. I knew he was the one, and he was slowly coming around to that fact. We were engaged that summer, and married a year after that. Here was my plan for the remainder of that decade:
- I would finish college
- We’d move to Texas
- I’d get a job teaching English at a public school in Dallas….
- So Dave could go to seminary full time
- He’d graduate seminary…
- And get a job at some college or church (that was fuzzy) where we would live forever
- THEN, we’d have kids. I’d be 27 or 28.
Here’s what actually happened:
- I got pregnant (age 23)
- I graduated college (age 24)
- We moved to Texas — against my will (a baby changes everything!)
- I was a full-time mom and an ad junct English teacher
- Dave went to seminary part-time
- I got pregnant again (age 25)
- I got pregnant again (age 27)
- We decided to go to Spain as missionaries, sold our house and most of our belongings, and spent a year driving around the country to raise support (ages 28-29)
Yep. My plans were WAY off. But I am so glad. My plans may have been safe, but they wouldn’t have required much spiritual stretching.
When I turned 30, we were just starting our year of language training in Costa Rica. My plans for that decade were pretty simple:
- We’d move to Spain
- We’d live there forever
Here’s what actually happened:
- We moved to Spain (age 31)
- We returned to the states less than a year later, broken (age 32)
- I got my “dream job”: teaching AP English at a Christian school (age 32)
- Another dream: I got published (age 36)
- Another dream: I starred in our mega-church’s mega Christmas production (age 36)
- Loss of a dream: I was no longer being published (age 39)
- Loss of two other dreams: We moved to Largo – away from the school and church I loved (age 39)
Again, my expectations and God’s plans did not match up! And though some of those differences were terribly painful, they were good. Because God is good. And He is far more concerned with my eternal holiness than my temporary comfort. He teaches me, stretches me, and molds me into someone who will reflect Him to those He places in my path.
So, when I turn 40, you know I have plans! Lots of them. But I hope that, after two decades following Jesus, I can do a better job at holding those plans in an open palm. I want to be less frustrated when my plans don’t work out, more accepting of whatever surprises God brings about. I hope that, along with the gray hair and wrinkles, I am starting to show more Jesus, too.
“For I know the plans I have for you, declares the Lord,plans for welfare and not for evil, to give you a future and a hope.” Jer. 29:11
Yes, I just quoted Taylor Swift (I have two teenage daughters, you know!) And while I don’t agree with a lot of T-Swift’s life philosophies, I am in full agreement that, with haters, we need to just “shake it off.”
I am thinking about haters right now because I just deleted a venomous Facebook comment directed at some spectacular kids. It was nasty and rude and designed to not just bully, but to eviscerate.
I am also thinking about haters because, as a teacher and a writer, I have been – and am – the target of some pretty rotten opinions and, sometimes, even outright lies.
So what do you do when you’re on the “hated” side? Just how, exactly, do you “shake it off?”
Know Who Defines Your Worth
The Bible tells us we are fearfully and wonderfully made by a Creator whose love is so deep and so wide that nothing can separate us from Him. A God who sent His Son to earth to provide a means of salvation so we can spend eternity with Him. You are special, not because of who you are or what you can/cannot do, but because of WHOSE you are. We are sons and daughters of the King! Rest in that truth, my friends. Do not let anyone but the God who loved and made you define who you are.
Do What’s Right, No Matter What
Some of the worst hate is directed at us because we are doing what’s right. Jesus experienced just that, and he told us to expect the same. I have readers who hate my books because of the amount of Jesus that’s in them. I have students who hate me as a teacher because of the amount of work I require. I could write different kinds of books, I could show movies and hand out A’s just for attendance – but if I did those things, I would not be doing what God called me to do as a writer and a teacher. And obeying God’s calling is far more important than being liked.
Haters are Often Hurt
The nastiest people are often deeply wounded themselves and so feel the need to wound others. They have been mistreated, abused, ridiculed, neglected…and they respond by building a wall around themselves to prevent further injuries. They lob their missiles from behind that wall, hoping to injure others because, as the saying goes, “misery loves company.” The last thing we need to do is retaliate. We can pray for those who persecute us. We can show them love and kindness, and we can share the grace that has been given to us by God. That is not easy – in fact, I think it’s the hardest act God asks of us. But, through His power, we CAN love the unlovable.
So if you are dealing with some hate right now, know you are not alone. Let’s “shake it off” together.
I love the movie “The Princess Bride.” There are few movies that I can handle watching repeatedly – but that is one of them (along with anything starring Judy Garland, Gene Kelly, or Carey Grant).
If you’ve seen it (and if you haven’t, you must!), you’ll remember the part when Inigo says,
I’ve been thinking of that lately in relation to God. I hear and read about people who have rejected Him because He isn’t behaving in the way they think He should: God allowed something bad to happen to a loved one or to themselves, so they are “done” with Him. Why would they serve a god like that? So they reject him, stop believing in him, write books and create documentaries about why rational people must do the same.
But, like Inigo, I listen and I read and I can’t help saying…”I don’t think that word means what you think it means.” The God of the Bible is not man-made. When we create Him in our own image, we diminish His holiness. We place ourselves above Him. We are, in effect, God, and our way is right.
But the fact is, we don’t get to “define” God. We get to know Him, to worship Him, to serve Him, to hear from Him, to be loved by Him, to live in eternity with Him…but not to define Him. HE is God. We are not.
If you think you might be misunderstanding this Word, read about Him – check out what He says about Himself in the Bible. Don’t make up your own definition of who God is, don’t reject an idea you created. God is far greater, far better, far more holy than most people ever realize.
We worry about just about everything. We worry about how we look and what we weigh, we worry about getting sick, about getting hurt. We worry about being misunderstood, about letting people down.
We start worrying early. We worry about getting good grades, graduating from high school, graduating from college, getting married, getting a job. Then we worry about our kids getting good grades, graduating from high school, graduating from college, getting married, getting a job….It never ends.
And because we all do it, we justify it. We allow it. We even joke about it.
But here’s the deal — worry is a sin. There are about a dozen verses with some version of “Do not worry” in them. Here are just a couple:
“So do not worry about tomorrow; for tomorrow will care for itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own. Mt. 6:33
“And which of you by worrying can add a single hour to his life’s span?” Lk. 12:25
Ultimately, worry reveals a lack of faith. We don’t really believe God is sovereignly in control — of EVERYTHING. If we truly grasped that truth, clung to it, then we could push away our worries, not give them any power over our lives.
So what do we do? Worry that we’re worrying too much?
How about every time we start worrying, we replace that thought with one of those verses? Claim those truths daily, hourly, until the truth replaces the lies. Until we live in the joy of trusting God instead of the bondage of worry.
1. Ask, “Are we doing anything today?” every day.
2. When you miss a day, ask “Did we do anything yesterday?”
3. Every time your teacher introduces a new concept, ask “When will I need this in real life?”
4. Ignore the note on the Homework board, the information on the online lesson plan, and the repeated verbal reminders and react in shock and horror when you’re told to clear your desk for a test.
5. Assume all your teachers get together and plan how to make your particular life miserable.
6. Grab your backpack and stand by the door, like a prisoner waiting for his release, at least five minutes before the bell rings.
7. Ignore the directions for an assignment and then get angry when points are deducted for failing to follow said directions.
8. Go ahead and have a loud conversation in the middle of class, while your teacher is trying to teach a lesson that you might need in real life and will definitely need on the test.
9. Vehemently deny having had a loud conversation during class when you receive a disciplinary note for that infraction.
10. Never consider that your teacher really does have your best interests in mind and might – possibly – know a little something you don’t know.
I planned to write a first-post-of-the-year about how awful 2014 was. I had it all planned out in my mind: Lots of whining and “nothing is going my way” and “woe is me” stuff. Pretty powerful. Incredibly pathetic.
But God has been working on me, and He has made me see that the problems with this year weren’t problems with my circumstances. They were problems with my attitude.
Things aren’t going my way, and instead of dealing with that reality and accepting that the world does not revolve around Krista McGee, I have gotten angry. That self-centered anger has colored everything thing I’ve seen and done; it is like a hundred-pound weight that I have chosen to drag around everywhere, upset that it’s there, but refusing to throw it off.
I don’t want to bring that weight into 2015. And, contrary to the lies I have been feeding myself for months, I don’t have to. My circumstances may not change (and honestly, they aren’t that bad), but my attitude can.
The battle is in my mind – in the thoughts I allow in. If I dwell on what is not true, not honorable, not just, not lovely or excellent or good (Phil. 4:8), I will not be able to rejoice (Phil. 4:4), and I will not have the peace that passes all understanding (Phil. 4:7). But if I do what those scriptures teach, I will experience the joy that comes, not from life going the way I way I want it to go, but from God.
Because the battle is in my mind, I need to consciously change how I am thinking. I need to declare war on the negative thoughts that vie for my attention. So I downloaded an app called Fighter Verses – it has one verse a week to memorize. I make that verse my lock screen, and look at it throughout the day. When the “woe is me thoughts” enter, I replace them with my verse for the week. I dwell on that, meditate on it, let it fill all those spaces in my mind that have been fertile ground for anger and discontentment.
It is a battle, and I know that it will continue. But I am resolved to choose to seek God and not my own selfish desires. I am resolved to rejoice.
This is TOUGH, folks. I read a lot, and I like most of what I read (if I don’t like it after 50 pages, I stop reading). So I limited this list to what I read most: Christian fiction. And it is in no particular order. I loved, loved, loved all these stories!
Please share your favorites with me as I make my To Be Read list for 2015!
I love Jenny B Jones, and I was thrilled to see that she is writing again, after what – to me – was a lengthy hiatus! Though this is a continuation of her Katie Parker series, which I have not read, I had no problem jumping into Katie and Charlie’s sweet story. Jenny’s trademark wit and oh-s0-believable characters puts this book on my “will read again” pile.
This book. The ONLY thing about it I didn’t like is that the next book in the trilogy isn’t out until JUNE, and I got – hair flip – an advanced copy, so I read this baby almost a year ago. I am DYING, Mary! Still feeling readerly whiplash from all those plot twists, but so ready to find out what happens next!
I am a sucker for first love lost/found stories, and this book adds an interesting twist on that storyline. It is sweet, with depth and humor and so much heart. Becky Wade sure knows how to write a great love story!
Set in antebellum Nashville, this book has so much that I love: a plain heroine (even “regular” girls need love stories!) whose faith, intelligence, and compassion wins over the hero (Jane Eyre, anyone??). I so enjoyed getting dropped into my home state and seeing it as it may have been a century and a half ago. Better than sweet tea!
Heather Burch is unbelievably versatile. Her last books – the Halflings trilogy – were amazing: supernatural YA Christian fiction. This one is a total departure from that genre: contemporary fiction with a historical flavor. Burch is a master storyteller, and I hope she has another book coming out soon. I am definitely a fan!
I bought this book the day it came out. Francine Rivers and 1950s Hollywood?? I couldn’t wait to dive in. And I wasn’t disappointed. She remains one of my favorite authors – able to blend amazing stories with deep truths so beautifully. Francine Rivers points to Christ in every book she writes, and I LOVE that about her.
Denise Hunter can write a great story. I love her fictional Chapel Springs: its residents, its quirks, and its stories. So good. But beware – this book is hard to put down!
What’s better than a good mystery? A good mystery set in 1930s England with smart, clever Drew Fathering solving it. I love this character! He and fiance, Madeline’s, banter is reminiscent of William Powell and Myrna Loy in “The Thin Man” films (if you’ve never seen these, you MUST! Now. Go!).
This is the fourth in the Alaskan Courage series, and they just keep getting better! Pettrey makes Alaska so real, you’ll get a chill as you’re reading. The plots move fast and the characters feel like friends. The next in the series comes out in less than a month. I can’t wait!
Katherine Reay’s debut novel, Dear Mr. Knightly, was so fantastic – contemporary novel saturated with Jane Austen references? Yes, please! But it was so amazing that I wondered if Reay could possibly do it again. But she did! This has more of a sister-romance than anything else – very Jane and Cassandra, Eleanor and Marianne. I loved the depth of character Reay brings, the humanity, the faith. A heartwarming read for Austen-lovers and (gasp) non-Austenites alike.