tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54245812023118953862024-02-20T01:51:16.507-08:00Olson FamilyExperiencing the Ultimate Adventure...Olson Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12126101492297665814noreply@blogger.comBlogger287125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5424581202311895386.post-4721758915691329262024-02-19T08:53:00.000-08:002024-02-19T08:53:55.763-08:00Unreasonable?<p>Sometimes, a dream, a vision, an... idea flits through the mind and because it seems too outlandish, too far-fetched, too... unreasonable, logic overrides the notion. </p><p>"Nah," we tell ourselves, shaking our head, and getting back to the task at hand. </p><p>Several months ago, LeRoy and I dreamt of and planned for a trip to Miami and the Florida Keys. As I researched things to see and do along the scenic highway between Key Largo and Key West, I thought, "In an ideal, romantic scenario, we'd drive that stretch in a red convertible sports car." </p><p>I scrolled down the rental page to convertible / luxury cars, contemplated as I perused the collection and costs of each one, then shifted into "be reasonable," moving the cursor over the category labeled Economy. </p><p>After a few days of talking and researching, we shelved the whole idea, promising ourselves we'd revisit it later. </p><p>Fast forward to January 24, 2024 when we received two invitations. The first one was to our niece's photography show and the second one was to our nephew's debut DJ performance. Excited to celebrate their achievements, we blocked off the dates on the calendar and made plans. </p><p>February 9th, we drove the three hours southwest to Yakima, Washington to attend my niece, Mariah Whitworth's, show "In The Moment" featuring her deep dive photo journalism project into Yakima's skate culture. An added bonus was having my parents and our son, Ezekiel, with us for the adventure. Mariah's event was a success, having sold several of her photo pieces and books. We stayed the night with my brother, Tim, and his family, and drove home the following afternoon. </p><p>February 15th, LeRoy and I flew into Miami, Florida a day early with the intention to drive to Ft. Lauderdale the following day to surprise and congratulate my nephew, Kolby Olsen. After brainstorming myriad options, I finally called and left a voicemail, "Hey Kolby! We're here in Miami with the intention to see you and celebrate you." A series of text messages followed, resulting in plans to meet on Sunday. It wasn't going to be the day of his event, but we'd still get to celebrate him in person. </p><p>With those plans resolved, we turned our attention to the idea of visiting Key West. Back to the vehicle rental website, the reservation of a standard SUV at a lower price than the standard car, and pick up at nine o'clock in the morning. </p><p>At the rental agency, Justin typed our information into the computer, stopping to study the screen. "Would you like to upgrade to a convertible at no additional cost?" </p><p>LeRoy didn't hesitate, "Yes, please!" giving me a fist bump. </p><p>Justin handed us the key and walked us out to the <span style="font-family: inherit;">garage wh</span>ere we were shown to a red convertible Ford Mustang. Exactly like the one I envisioned months before. The one I dismissed as unreasonable. </p><p>The stretch of scenic highway
between Key Largo and Key West is one of the most beautiful, culture rich,
unique stretches of highway we've traveled. And we got to experience it with
the top down, wind in <s>our</s> my hair (<span style="font-family: "Segoe UI Emoji", sans-serif;">š</span>), and a playlist to match our real life movie scene. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPb2PMb4HhG3S1AZTZ8vomAeDoI3EWm62x4l4gC-XD_5Vz1JD-btc2PDBjxLvWmwaJ65UAaAQdLDiMcBn5BcA04Qr8plQDn2levyYny-0mRJwCB5syUcbjMUNriMcnoiL5wcveDq83NvcbfmKPxw6lC03xAdqtprsEEFJVGxFrO9SgJ2v2Rl1XurdZOtk/s3648/20240217_134321.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3648" data-original-width="2736" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPb2PMb4HhG3S1AZTZ8vomAeDoI3EWm62x4l4gC-XD_5Vz1JD-btc2PDBjxLvWmwaJ65UAaAQdLDiMcBn5BcA04Qr8plQDn2levyYny-0mRJwCB5syUcbjMUNriMcnoiL5wcveDq83NvcbfmKPxw6lC03xAdqtprsEEFJVGxFrO9SgJ2v2Rl1XurdZOtk/s320/20240217_134321.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p><br />The reminder? Keep a soft heart. Dream. Envision possibility. Utilize available resources and be open to upgrades. </p><p>(We were already thanking God for the opportunities to fly here, stay in a hotel one block from the beach in Miami, make plans to spend time with my nephew (which, although we got to spend a lovely Sunday in Fort Lauderdale, we didn't meet up with Kolby this time. Next visit!), drive to Key West, soak up the Florida sunshine, talk with strangers, and be together "away from it all" for a few days. The red convertible sports car was God's "and now to add another round of confetti to your list of blessings.") </p><p>Be Blessed.</p><p>Sharon</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Olson Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12126101492297665814noreply@blogger.com0Miami, FL, USA25.7616798 -80.1917902-2.5485540361788459 -115.3480402 54.071913636178849 -45.0355402tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5424581202311895386.post-22970943064996523372019-01-22T06:00:00.000-08:002019-01-22T06:00:06.895-08:00State of the Union It's right there. U.S. Constitution -- Article II, Section 3.<br />
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"...shall from time to time..."<br />
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"...give to the Congress," (so, I'm stretching this just a bit here), "Information of the State of the Union, and recommend to their Consideration such measures..."<br />
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This moment. Right now. The [present] State of Affairs.<br />
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With a recommendation to consider for how to proceed.<br />
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And isn't this what we're all craving?<br />
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The announcer's, "He's winding up, ladies and gentlemen... and he's ready for the pitch..."<br />
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We wait with bated breath.<br />
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For the decision. The diagnosis. The announcement. The call.<br />
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The benchmark.<br />
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Then...<br />
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(And one of my all-time favorite State of the Union addresses...)<br />
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The change of command, followed by this...<br />
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"Now therefore,"<br />
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That word: therefore. It's the image of strength and solidarity. It's, "listen, I've set you up for success. I've got you. Act accordingly."<br />
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In this case, the very next word after 'therefore?'<br />
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"...arise,"<br />
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ohmyword. Perhaps you're a little like me? Perhaps you experienced moments in which overwhelm paralyzed you? Moments where life took an unexpected, jolting turn? Or maybe, like me, you made a foolish decision that resulted in far-reaching and disastrous consequences? (Yep, I did that. With financial repercussions like aftershocks from an earthquake. ugh. I'll have to tell you that story sometime.)<br />
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But there it is. Now. Therefore. Arise.<br />
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"...go..."<br />
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"...go over this Jordan, you and all this people, to the land which I am giving to them -- the children of Israel."<br />
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And the One Who created this people and has a vision for their lives, continues, "Every place that the sole of your foot will tread upon I have given you, as I said to Moses."<br />
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He lays it out, "From the wilderness... to the Great Sea toward the going down of the sun, shall be your territory."<br />
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And I love how God knows we need a bit of reassurance that we're not in this alone.<br />
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"...as I was with Moses, so I will be with you. I will not leave you nor forsake you."<br />
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So?<br />
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"Be strong and of good courage..."<br />
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"Only be strong and very courageous..." And the counsel to not turn to the right or the left of Truth, but to stay the course, "that you may prosper wherever you go."<br />
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There it is. The recommendation for how to proceed. And what if we all considered such measures? Be strong and very courageous. Build a life of habits based on Truth. Know that you're authorized to prosper wherever you go.<br />
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And all the life hacks, programs, seven steps and frameworks? It's actually much more simple than the headlines have led us to believe.<br />
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For all the brokenness and heartache and the fact that it wasn't supposed to be like this, whatever our 'this' is, the truth remains that we can choose to fix our minds -- our hearts -- on Truth. That we can declare Truth, meditate on Truth day and night, and act on Truth.<br />
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"For then you will make your way prosperous, and then you will have good success."<br />
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And who couldn't stand to be a little, (or a lot), more prosperous and successful in their relationships, and work, and finances, and leisure, and health?<br />
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And just in case there's any doubt about our consideration to such measures, he reiterates, "Have I not commanded you?..."<br />
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[and because if you're anything like me and you've heard these words a gzillion-trillion times so you zone out with a haphazard, yeh, yeh, I've heard it all before... let these words spark neurons, strengthen hope-giving synapses, and breathe new life]<br />
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"Be strong and of good courage; do not be afraid, nor be dismayed, for the Lord your God is with you wherever you go."<br />
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Reflecting on 2018. Acknowledging the State of the Present. Moving forward with strength and courage, vision and expectation.<br />
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<br />Olson Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12126101492297665814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5424581202311895386.post-85596419724931289012019-01-13T14:44:00.001-08:002019-01-13T14:44:40.115-08:00December Money Experiment, Season 1, Final Episode <br />
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Itās a rare occasion to have all six of us home at the
same time. A quick glance at the family calendar provides a sense of urgency. I
have less than twenty minutes for a team meeting. Now, huddled in the living
room of our extra-large tiny townhouse, weāre asking those timeless questions,
what worked, what didnāt? Asking, what might we do different? <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">āMom, our house is just kind of a crash pad right
now.ā Ezekielās eyes hold mine. I process his metaphor. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Later, I would look up the definition of crash padā¦ 1.
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ā a place to sleep, especially for a single night or in an emergency. 2. a
thick piece of shock-absorbing material for the protection of the occupants of
an aircraft cockpit or motor vehicle. Also, for a gymnast or for boulder climbing.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;">This season of transition, the launching of ideas,
work, goals, projects.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">This experiment stripped the fluff and superfluous. In
exchange for an overflowing pantry and refrigerator, we received the gift of
insight. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">There it was. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">All our desires. Laid out bare.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Bare necessities, yes. Like food. Sure. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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the dreaded onset of ā¦complacency? Maybe? <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">The first ten days or so landed nothing short of
victorious. Working within parameters stirred my creativity and imagination, resulting
in delicious culinary creations. The atmosphere went from tense and worrisome
to hey, this might be fun after all. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Until the only items left on the pantry shelves were a
bag of flax seed, white wine vinegar and yellow corn meal. Half a box of pasta
and a bag of āGlorious Gluten-free Cookiesā from Christ Kitchen faced one
another in their private arena, their incongruence begging the question, What
is the intention? <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">The challenge was to live on a grocery budget of $200
for a month with a family of six. That comes out to roughly $6.45 a day for
December. Only ten days in and we had already spent $96.09. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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allotment. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Worry crept back in at the edges. The refrigerator
door made a hollow <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">fmp</i> when closed. Instead
of bold, faith-filled declarations, a few team members fretted, <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">we might starve</i>. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">And, you know that questionā¦ What will you be famous
for? Well, in our family, something Iām (in)famous for is āturning everything into
a life lesson.ā Yes, well, <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">eh-hem</i>ā¦
about that. Funny how a gnawing in an empty stomach can make space to consider the
deepest desires of the heart. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">The stark reminder that weāre spiritual beings
having a physical experience. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">And the life-giving truths, metaphorically chewing on
them, Delight yourself also in the Lordā¦* Then Matthewās exhortation, But seek
first the kingdom of God and His righteousness...** <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Whispered reflection, what do I want <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">most</i>? What does my heart <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">long</i> for? Heh. I glance over at my
vision board where there in the lower right-hand corner it reads ā¦<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">a gourmet chefās kitchen and a team of world
class chefs. They live on the premises and prepare healthy meals for all meals
every day of the week.</i> Ah! A small taste (excuse the pun) of heaven in all
this grocery-budgeting, ingredient-improvising and recipe-innovating. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">So, thereās the vision, the goal (at least for the
kitchen)ā¦ and in the meantimeā¦ in the presentā¦ <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">{long smile} āDo not fret ā it only causes harm.ā***
And, āSufficient for the day is its own trouble.ā**** Well, yes, about that,
too. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Instead of fretting, instead of getting carried away
by tomorrowās unknowns, I wonderā¦ <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">ā¦how simple, how amazing ifā¦ <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">What if, I wanted to know more of Godās heartā¦ you
know, the way I want food? What if we longed to be filled with more of Godās
Spirit, the way we hunger for savory succulence hot out of the oven? What if we
decided to be wholly satisfied with the sustenance found in the Sustainer of
our days? </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">What if, we leveraged our physical longings as a
nudging reminder of our soulās deeper longing? <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">What if, we followed the example of the psalmist, the
wholehearted declaration, <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">One thing I have
desired of the Lord, that will I seek: That I may dwell in the house of the Lord
all the days of my life, to behold the beauty of the Lord, and to inquire in
His temple. (Psalm 27:4) </i>Yes, thatā¦ to encounter His presenceā¦ in āthe
premisesā of my heart and soulā¦ an ongoing communionā¦ <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Last week I read <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">The
Screwtape Letters</i> by C. S. Lewis. Thereās a part where Screwtape, a demon
on a mission to ruin a manās soul, writes to his nephew regarding gluttony, āBut
what do quantities matter, provided we can use a human belly and palate to
produce querulousness, impatience, uncharitableness, and self-concern?ā Yes,
there. Not the quantity, just the mere appetite. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Funny how something as fundamental as food presented
possible epiphanies. How it shook up the complacent areas and caused me to consider
this foodstuff on a soul-deep level.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Of course, I only pondered this all in my own heart as
I looked at the five pairs of eyes looking back at me during this team debrief.
Yes, the crash pad metaphor. Back to that. I especially like the second meaning,
āa thick piece of shock-absorbing material for the protection of the occupantsā¦ā
<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">{hold the wheel, thatās right, hold the wheel as we
continue round this corner} This curve in the road with grown children finding
their way, all of us ā us parents included ā stepping out into new endeavors, the
faith-filled, bold declaration: I will behold the beauty of the Lord, to delight
myself in Him, to seek first His kingdom and His righteousness. To lean into
the transition, the new rhythm.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">To execute on an idea. To take on fulfilling work. To
achieve a goal, and then another, and another. To challenge ourselves, stretch
out of our comfort zone and pursue projects that build a legacy of impact,
changing the world around us for the better. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">What if those are simply the fruit of utilizing our
appetites, cravings, hunger pangs ā whatever you call them ā to lay bare the
deepest longings of our soul? And to know Spirit absorbs the shock of our
disappointments, impatience, frustrations, and setbacks. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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in this experiment. And we didnāt succeed in the $200 challenge. The receipts
from December 1<sup>st</sup> through the 28<sup>th</sup> document $235.80. Then,
for some reason, on the 28<sup>th</sup>, we ended the experimentā¦ the receipts totaling
$307.86 through the 31<sup>st</sup> of the month. whelp. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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possibilities. We establish a few outcomes from the experiment that will inform
our next steps. For example, this new season in our family creates an
atmosphere that more closely resembles a fraternity/sorority house of creatives
and innovators than anything weāve had before. Rarely is there more than one or
two people home at the same time. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">303. All this, written while my family is a swirl of
activity around me, making the traditional requested breakfast for Ezekiel on
this, his 20<sup>th</sup> birthday. French toast, scrambled eggs with sausage,
and orange juice. Small tastes of heaven. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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work and passion: investing in and coaching families! Woohoohoo!! Thank You,
Jesus! <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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out in faith and pursuing God-sized dreams. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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to reign in ego, ask questions, listen, clarify and validate, share
authentically, listen more. The resulting intimacy. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">307. The glorious and exciting news of a friendās
outrageous success on a project. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">308. An evening spent in the company of matriarchs who
have loved, coached, mentored and invested in me for over twenty-one years. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">309. A book thatās hung out at the top of my āTo Read
Listā for way too many years, finally finished. And the 5+ pages of single-spaced,
type-written notes from <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">The Screwtape
Letters</i> which has given me plenty of fodder for future conversational
musings. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">310. A whole weekend to read and study Ruby K. Payneās
Doctoral Thesis, <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">A Framework for
Understanding Poverty</i>. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">311. An afternoon and evening with Aunt Kathy and
Uncle Jake, (Grandma and Grandpa to our children), engaging in deep conversation,
bouncing around ideas, seeking solutions to challenges. Aunt Kathy makes a
lasagna dinner with all the sides and then we wile away the rest of the evening
playing a game and laughing until we find ourselves reigning each other back in
for the next round. LeRoy and Uncle Jake bond over the NFL game on television. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">313. All six of us home this morning for Ezekielās Birthday
Breakfast. And again, this evening for his Birthday Dinner. Annnnd, in the
interim, the opportunity for Ezekiel to go skiing with Eli and Israel. For LeRoy
and Isaiah to hang out together and watch the NFL game at Uncle Jakeās and Aunt
Kathyās house. For a few hours of quiet space for myself. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />Olson Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12126101492297665814noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5424581202311895386.post-20183829342729225852018-12-16T09:01:00.000-08:002018-12-16T18:09:23.258-08:00December Money Experiment, Season 1, Episode 1 <div>
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Tracking income and expenses -- to the penny, it's a hobby. Accounting for checks and balances. Making financial strategies and predictions. Creating margin. Organizing outgo, crunching numbers, and moving us toward financial freedom is fun. Romantic, even. </div>
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Pasta drizzled with olive oil and garlic. Cream of broccoli soup paired with garlic bread, a chicken casserole, breakfast burritos (made in an extra-large batch and frozen for quick lunches later). I regret that I didn't track the meals better, but the ratings were five out of five.</div>
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Ezekiel took the second week, slightly leaner, yet nonetheless delicious. A second round of breakfast burritos, (this time with sausage, less veggies), enchiladas, and tacos.</div>
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301. The way Eli passionately suggested that our family shake things up, take more risks, make sacrifices and try new things. </div>
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302. Being on a team of good sports who know how to both go for the win and still keep things lighthearted and fun.</div>
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Germany rang in 2017 with the usual conviviality and merriment, fireworks on nearly every street and in the cobbled town squares. The carousing begins at midnight and carries into the wee hours of the morning.<br />
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Across Europe, the first day of the year begins with a day of rest. Businesses are closed, including grocery markets, making the next twenty-four hours conducive to contemplation and scheduling of the 364 days ahead.<br />
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For us, plans included a short visit back to the States sometime in the late summer or autumn. But that was eight or nine months away.<br />
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In the short-term, the coming months meant finishing the book I was writing, seeing many friends pack household goods and attending their "until later" parties as they moved to the next assignment, and preparing a two-week holiday with friends arriving in the springtime.<br />
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We did what we've always done. Settled into the new year, we carried on with work, education, church activities and time with friends. Nothing happened too out of the ordinary except for the occasional cause for celebration like a friend's promotion at work. Or Ezekiel's 18th birthday on January 13th, celebrated on a men's ski trip in the Swiss Alps.<br />
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Yet, the environment at LeRoy's job grew increasingly difficult. Bureaucratic minutiae and poor management wore on him. And while his love for the actual work never waned, the thought of being surrounded by less than ideal attitudes and perspectives took their toll. Toward the end of January, he suggested we cancel our two-year extension and return to Spokane, Washington in six months.<br />
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So, maybe I'd title the year, <i>Pivot</i>. Over the next several weeks, the subject of moving filled the bulk of our dialogues. To be honest, I tried everything I could think of to try to change the situation. (Ha! In my book, <i>Living Your Legacy</i>, I talk about change. About the ability to accept what is while moving the story forward through skillful improvisation.) I didn't want to leave Germany and (selfishly) I thought there might be a solution that would allow us to stay for two more years. (I also wrote about how life is too short to stay stuck in a rut with no vision and little impact.)<br />
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Then one evening in February, LeRoy made a phone call to his friend, mentor, and previous boss at Fairchild Air Force Base in Spokane. And when he hung up, he turned to me and said, "We're canceling our extension and returning to Spokane this summer." And all the frustration and angst of the previous weeks and months dissolved into perfect peace.<br />
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The extension was canceled the next day. We'd fly out on August 20th.<br />
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Over the next four months, I finished my book, <i>Living Your Legacy</i>, we enjoyed exploring Europe with our friends, Larry and Sherry Templeton, and we said, "Until later," to many families. The movers arrived on a Monday morning in mid-July and we transitioned into temporary housing. (Over the course of the next three months, we'd live in six different places.)<br />
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A highlight in the middle of our move was our holiday to the Belgium countryside with our friends, the Johnson Family. Over a weekend that went way too fast, we stayed in a rustic French Gite just south of Dinant.<br />
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Exploration highlights comprised of a tour of the Citadel, beer tasting at the Maison Leffe, and kayaking on the River Meuse. Of course, there was the elegant and delicious Charcuterie Platter prepared by our friends, Warren and Jasmine, who paired our cuisine with a perfect French wine.<br />
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Then, a few weeks later, on Saturday afternoon, August 19th, we visited with friends-who-had-become-family one last time at Trattoria da Salvatore in Landstuhl. And at 3 o'clock the next morning, we left for the Frankfurt International Airport, arriving in Spokane, Washington that same afternoon.<br />
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That evening we had dinner with the Stone Family, and enjoyed a surprise visit from the Eva's. We spent the week "in-processing" which is military-speak for a small mountain of paperwork and checklists. LeRoy started work the following week. We searched for a place to live. Ezekiel searched for a job. Israel and I attended Women's Bible Study at Life Center.<br />
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Over the next few months, things fell into place. LeRoy thoroughly enjoys not only his work but the camaraderie and teamwork at Fairchild. We rented a townhouse on the outskirts of Spokane toward the airport and Airway Heights. Ezekiel got hired at the Starbucks only a seven-minute walk from our home.<br />
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The last three years brimmed with the richness of relationships. (That's not the part that's different. We've experienced that everywhere we've lived.) :) But the friends we met while living in Ramstein, Germany, are dreamers. They're action-takers who chase after audacious goals with purpose and unwavering faith and hope. Their lifestyles demonstrate anything is possible. </div>
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They dream outside the lines, intimately connected to the One Who plants the seeds of what's possible in their hearts. For three years, we lived alongside people who live large... in faith, love, hope... <i>adventure</i>. People who poured encouragement and optimism over everyone they encountered because they were always <i>up to something</i>. (So much so, that I'll have to save that for another post.) </div>
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There's so much talk in our world these days about how we can 3X, 10X, or 100X our focus and efforts. Sure, I track with what they're saying. I mean, we spent the last three years with folks who <i>live </i>10X and 100X lives. But somewhere along the way, I grew weary and <i>being all in</i> has started to feel... intangible. Until now.</div>
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My business coach and mentor, Steve Roller, wrote something recently that stirred inspiration and restored my vision for what's possible. He wrote about how he doesn't set an alarm to wake up. He allows himself to awaken to ideas. </div>
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It's the second time within the last five days that I've heard one of my mentors talk about this. Earlier in the week, I heard John Maxwell relate a similar story from his own life. </div>
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How often I've woken in the middle of the night or in the early morning hours with ideas that could have produced fruit. However, I didn't so much as write them down and then when I finally woke up "for real"... they were gone. </div>
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*I'm curious, did you think of what you would title 2017? Hit reply to this email and let me know. I'd love to hear your title. </div>
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She went on to tell me about their friends who had called at the last minute on Friday night to ask if our friends could care for their children throughout the weekend while they went on a spontaneous getaway. She said yes, figuring the three extra children would simply get swooped into the flurry of activities and be along for the adventure. </div>
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As she came to the end of her story, she paused and then, reluctance lacing her tone, "I hope we didn't overwhelm their children. It was a lot. I started to apologize to them for the craziness, but then I love what my daughter said. She just laughed and told them, 'This is what it means to be an Eva!'" </div>
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I love both of those stories. I love when the people we lead can declare with confidence, "This is what we're made of! This is what it means to be a part of this culture!" </div>
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As we embark on the new year, I'm taking stock of who we are and where we want to go. I'm asking myself hard questions and ensuring that priorities and actions align with our values and beliefs and move us closer to our goals. </div>
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Not just move closer to goals for the sake of achievement. That's so <span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">clich</span><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Ć©</span><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"> and, quite frankly, </span>blas<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Ć©</span><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">. But because as image-bearers of the King of Kings, we have this exhilarating and redemptive narrative to steward. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">And as leaders, it's our profound responsibility to inspire those we lead to steward their stories with an eternal perspective. To rally a team of champions who will build cultures of honor wherever they are. To know, <i>anything is possible. I'm dreaming big because of Whose image I bear. I'm all in. I'm living an "it is finished" victorious legacy. </i></span></div>
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When my friend finished her story with her daughter's declaration, I heard, <i>being an Eva means able to adapt, be flexible, have fun, be present</i>. Even four-year old Micah knows his identity as a Johnson means (at the least) that they're not made of plastic. :) </div>
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Let me know if there's anything we can do to help or encourage you. We'd love to meet with you in person or get on a call to talk about the legacy you're living and your big dreams. Just hit reply to this email.</div>
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Olson Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12126101492297665814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5424581202311895386.post-67102486846370493192017-12-31T18:32:00.000-08:002017-12-31T18:32:57.351-08:00Cue the CurtainIt's 4:18 in the afternoon. Less than eight hours until we close our calendars on 2017. The curtain will close momentarily and a cacophony of celebration will ring in the next act. Of course, some will sleep through the event and others will whisper prayers.<br />
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A couple of days ago, an acquaintance sent me a copy of his list of declarations, goals and dreams for 2018. Twelve pages, single-spaced. It's powerful. And it got me thinking.<br />
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I used to dream bigger. I used to set audacious goals.<br />
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Then somewhere along the way, amidst the day-to-day routines and rigmarole, dreams shrunk. They went from epic to... manageable. Doable.<br />
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Perhaps vision got a little fuzzy in the transition of moving back to the States from Germany this last year. The sudden change in plans from a five-year stay in Germany to the new plan of returning after only three years. The adventure of living in six different places in the span of three months. Maybe pulling inward and purposing not to be idealistic gave me the illusion of control.<br />
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However, we're not designed to play small. Really, it doesn't benefit anyone if we shrink back. We're made to live into our purpose, to chase ridiculous dreams with wild, reckless abandon. <br />
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I want my life to be a movie I'd want to watch with my children and grandchildren one day.<br />
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You know, sometimes you have to reflect on where the plot line of the story is going. And if it doesn't align with who you are, if it isn't congruent with your vision, then revise the script.<br />
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I talk about this in my book, <i>Living Your Legacy</i>. How it's important to slow down, ask the right questions, pivot where necessary.<br />
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During this brief intermission, I'm taking the opportunity to review the story line. To edit to epic, love-based, solution oriented, idealistic scenes.<br />
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This is going to be fun.<br />
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<i>*How about you? Hit reply to this email and let me know what's in your story line for 2018. And let me know if there's anything I might help you with.</i><br />
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Olson Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12126101492297665814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5424581202311895386.post-69635771869372797882017-05-11T09:02:00.002-07:002017-05-11T10:32:51.506-07:00Book Launch Party! With a FREE DownloadYay for Book Launch parties! Virtual ones, too.<br />
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What an adventure it is to write and publish a book. I've learned a ton in this process, but most of all, (and best of all), going through this process has changed me.<br />
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Kind of like when I knew so much about marriage -- before I got married.<br />
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And when I planned out all my perfect parenting strategies -- before I became a parent.<br />
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I think I know so much -- until I actually step out of my comfort zone.<br />
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It's easy to wax eloquent about showing up for our lives and chasing our dreams. It's a whole different story to step out in faith and take action. Anyone?<br />
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We don't know what we don't know. How grateful I am that we can be leading learners! <br />
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Someone asked me the other day what prompted me to write a book. Great question.<br />
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I wasn't sure how to answer at first and then after some thought, I said, "You know, when we do the thing we're made for, it inspires people around us to show up for their lives, too. I've learned from and been inspired by so many people who consistently show up for life, I want to be more like them."<br />
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<i><b>Living Your Legacy</b></i> is my contribution to inspiring, motivating, and helping leaders recognize their impact and intentionally build cultures of honor. At work. At home. In life.<br />
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<br />Olson Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12126101492297665814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5424581202311895386.post-8965294104520565922017-03-20T14:23:00.000-07:002017-03-20T14:23:59.497-07:00The Romance of Anticipation<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Do you like surprises?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">I do. I love them, actually. One year for my birthday, two of my best friends dropped by unannounced with a piece of cake and coffee. During the course of our visit, one of them said, "Just to clarify... we stopped by without calling ahead because we knew <i>you</i> wouldn't mind." She paused for effect. "Don't ever do this to me." [<i>mental note made</i>]</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">The last couple of months were filled with hard conversations, some angst, and a decision which has changed our original plans.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">To give you a little backstory... (I received a letter from a dear friend this past week and was embarrassed to discover she didn't know where we are and what we're doing... oi, talk about failure to communicate!)...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">In August of 2014, we got to move from Spokane, Washington back to Germany. LeRoy took an assignment on Ramstein Air Force Base, in the southwestern part of Germany, situated about forty minutes northeast of <span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">SaarbrĆ¼cken and the border of France. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">(*Trivia: Ramstein Air Base and the surrounding region has the largest concentration of Americans living outside of the States at a population of about 100,000. They call this area Little America.)</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">The assignment was a three-year commitment with an option to apply for a two-year extension, meaning we'd get to live here for five years.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">You might know this about me, but I <i>adore</i> living, exploring, and traveling in places outside of my cultural norms. To revel in foreign languages, foods, and sights... to take in the romance of cultural nuances, touch history, and experience life outside of my comfort zone. Though, I admit, it's not quite the same living in an area saturated with American culture. Still.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">You know how your heart beat quickens and, captivated by the moment, all your senses come fully alive as you breathe deeply, wanting an experience to last as long as possible? That moment when you're in your sweet spot? </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">That's what living and traveling abroad means to me. Also, I love how exposing our children to different places and cultures provides a unique education. So, when my husband arrived home a couple of months ago and suggested we cancel our extension and return to our hometown of Spokane, Washington two years earlier than we anticipated, well... we struggled through some hard conversations until we arrived at the decision to return this year instead of 2019. </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #222222; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: white;">So, the new and revised plan is to arrive back in Spokane at the end of this August. We'll keep you posted as we arrange flights and dates. </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #222222; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: white;">Right now, I'm joyfully embracing the reality of "Surprise! Plans changed!" and vigilantly working on creating my romantic and dreamy list of all the things to anticipate as we transition to yet another chapter in this adventure. (After all, life is intensely romantic and Grace-filled and adventurous... no matter where we are in the world. There's nothing quite like living headlong into the suspense and adventure and uncertainty and poetry and romance of it all.)</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #222222; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: white;">What about you? What are you anticipating? What's surprised you recently? How are you seizing the romance and adventure of your life right now? Your turn. Hit reply and let me know. Or comment below. </span></span>Olson Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12126101492297665814noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5424581202311895386.post-31935965682911153442017-02-20T01:47:00.001-08:002017-02-20T01:47:27.602-08:00From Idea to Implementation<div class="MsoNormal">
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the person across from me responded with, "Huh. How does that work? Can
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Last night, we spent the evening with an extraordinary family. Before they arrived, we were mere acquaintances. Yet, from the moment their coats were hung and the salad and side dish they brought were set on the table, the conversation volleyed creativity and ideas and possibilities.<br />
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Although dinner time was early in the evening, our conversation went late. These people cultivate a no excuses culture in their marriage and in their home. (Yes, please. Surround me with more of <i>that</i>.)<br />
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Encounters like these are oxygen for when the journey is long and our creative brain starts to get a little foggy. Here's a bit of motivation . . . at one point in the conversation, the husband said, "My work doesn't bring its' own reward, so I need to find ways to bring the intensity."<br />
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<i>Bring the intensity</i>. I smiled. I told him I hadn't heard that term used in at least three weeks, ever since Isaiah moved back to the States.<br />
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People who look for ways to bring the intensity are typically people who also take extreme ownership for their lives. They're always upping the ante, for themselves and whoever has the privilege of sharing their space. It's refreshing.<br />
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Later in the evening, we got on the topic of our personal websites. I told them about the website I've had for three years -- which only four or five people know about. His response was classic.<br />
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"Wait. You have a website no one visits? You don't share it?"<br />
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I cringed. Without an ounce of shaming, his question challenged me to face my pride and ego and move forward.<br />
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So, here it is. My website: <a href="http://www.sharonannolson.com/">www.sharonannolson.com</a> <br />
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One of the ongoing projects in my life.<br />
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And thanks to our new friends, (they're brave, daring, audacious folks who foster undaunted faith and passionate mindsets), I'm rolling out the red carpet and inviting you in.<br />
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Please excuse the dust, the mess, and the noise. Hardhat recommended. We're in the process of figuring out what it means to <i>bring the intensity</i>.<br />
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How about you?<br />
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Do you have any projects right now which might be challenging you to take a daring step of faith? To bring the intensity?<br />
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Who are the people in your life who energize and inspire you? (Have you told them thank you?)Olson Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12126101492297665814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5424581202311895386.post-53060533303891095852016-12-24T03:34:00.000-08:002016-12-27T04:56:01.959-08:00Meet One of My Coaches<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "times new roman" , "times" , "freeserif" , serif; font-size: 17.6px;">This business of serving and leading those in our sphere of influence . . .it's not for the faint of heart.</span><br />
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I think he was half-joking, but Mark chuckled and raised his hand, "I'll do it." I looked across the room at him.</div>
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After Life Group, he and I stood in the kitchen, looking at my calendar. His mom stood off to the side as he glanced up at the ceiling as though his schedule hung there, invisible to everyone but him. </div>
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"I believe Wednesday at 1:00 will work." His eyes met mine and then we both glanced over at his mom for affirmation. Yes, 1:00 then.</div>
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On Wednesday, one of my board members, (my son, Ezekiel), and I knocked on the door of their temporary lodging facilities, the short-term apartments for families about to re-locate to another military base. His parents apologized for not being able to stay, "We just have so many errands to run and last-minute preparations to make . . ." She hugged me and closed the door behind her. </div>
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"Have a seat," Mark gestured toward the sparse furnishings. "So, tell me what you're working on." He sat across from us on a swivel recliner and watched as I took a notebook and pen from my bag.</div>
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Over the course of the next 90 minutes, Mark asked <i>brilliant</i> questions, challenged me to dig deep, discover underlying motives, prioritize, break down goals into doable action steps, and even helped me come up with a "stop doing" list. He brainstormed game-changing ideas with me. <i>He listened.</i> </div>
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In fact, he didn't really talk much at all except for the questions he asked me. Sometimes, I rambled. (That might be an understatement.) And still, he was able to take my ramblings, form a concise, coherent summary, and use it to lead the conversation forward with another intelligent question.</div>
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The meeting was professional and effective. In fact, I credit that coaching session for the breakthrough in our family over the next couple of days.</div>
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Takeaway: Are you training your employees, supervisors, children, colleagues, teammates . . . to lead through coaching? </div>
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<b><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>Are you cultivating a culture that values listening, asking great questions, and engaging in meaningful conversations? </i></span></b></div>
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The value of a coach cannot be overstated. If you have goals, make sure you also have someone to hold you accountable, challenge you, brainstorm ideas with, and leverage strategic and actionable problem solving techniques. </div>
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**Mark's mom is a co-founder and Management Consultant at Overt Resolutions Group helping companies with conflict resolution and strategic problem solving. </div>
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See where Mark gets his influence and training? ;) </div>
Olson Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12126101492297665814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5424581202311895386.post-33216328291560409302016-12-21T08:38:00.000-08:002016-12-21T08:38:17.058-08:00How To Create Your Own German Spa ExperienceSometimes, you just need to take the day off.<br />
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That's what I did today.<br />
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I woke up at 4 o'clock this morning, my head and face throbbing from sinus pressure. You ever been there?<br />
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Then I checked email, drank water, took Alka Seltzer, looked through my Facebook newsfeed with Israel, (the video of our friend, Macee's, post-op drug-induced delirium from the removal of her wisdom teeth had us rolling), took a little nap thinking I could sleep off the pain . . . <br />
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At 2 o'clock this afternoon, Israel ran me a hot, <i>hot</i>, (as in, I had to add cold water before I could get in), eucalyptus aromatherapy bath. After about 20 minutes, with my face drenched with sweat, and my heart rate accelerated by a <i>lot</i>, I got out and dressed in a fresh pair of pajamas.<br />
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Now, at this point, I realized I had the perfect makings of a German Spa experience. All I had to do was stand under an ice cold shower for several seconds. Or, the other option is to go outside in the freezing air for about 10 minutes.<br />
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At real German spas, you sit in a sauna with the heat so high, you're sure you're being cooked from the inside out. (Actually, I kinda felt like that in the tub of water Israel filled for me.)<br />
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Then . . . (and this is where the medicinal effect takes place), you exit the sauna and immediately dip down into an "ice bath," which is literally a cylinder tub with steps down into it where you submerge up to your neck. Do this for a few seconds and then step out. <br />
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At this point, you either go back into the sauna you were in before or you choose the one across the hall which is much hotter, (I stepped in there and found it was so hot I couldn't catch my breath), sit there for about 10 minutes, and repeat the ice bath. Or . . .go walk outside for 10 to 15 minutes.<br />
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Oh. And the dress code in a German spa is naked. So, there's that. Fortunately, they give you a big, fluffy bathrobe to wear around the spa and <i>thankfully</i> you're allowed to wear your bath towel in the sauna. Of course, if you're going to dip down into the ice bath, you can't wear either.<br />
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So, if you're not comfortable with the concept of al naturel, (which I'm not), you can wrap the cozy bathrobe around you and go sit outside in one of their oversize Adirondack lounge chairs.<br />
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Repeat the process three or four times to increase blood circulation, which promotes health and well being. :)<br />
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Which is what brought me to the realization that I had all the makings of a German Spa today. Because after my soak in extremely hot water, I went and sat outside where the temperature was 37 degrees Fahrenheit. I took my water bottle and the book I'm currently reading, but then found the fresh air to be so rejuvenating and relaxing, that I ended up just sitting there. Grateful. So. Extremely. Grateful. <br />
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My girl, who was downstairs working on making gingerbread for the house she plans to build, came up and checked on me and took a photo.<br />
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My head feels tons better. And I'm excited to get back to work.<br />
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How about you? How are you feeling today? Be extra kind to yourself. Maybe take the day off? What is <i>your</i> version of a German Spa experience?<br />
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<br />Olson Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12126101492297665814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5424581202311895386.post-2205862289112003962016-12-15T05:28:00.000-08:002016-12-15T05:46:17.392-08:00My Maverick Ivy League Education and Addiction<div style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", "Bitstream Charter", Times, serif; font-size: 16px;">
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Knowing a bunch of stuff isn't that valuable. Knowing what you need to know to solve a problem, reach a goal, or become a better version of yourself is hugely valuable. </div>
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Here's a financial truth: Over the last decade, I've invested tens of thousands of dollars in my education and personal development.</div>
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(Deeper financial truth: it's actually my <i>husband</i> who's invested tens of thousands of dollars in my education.)</div>
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Fully customized, I've followed a meandering path, immersing myself in studies which fit the present season.</div>
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Hi. My name is Sharon. And I'm a hoarder.</div>
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Concepts, ideas, stories, and theories give me a constant supply of dopamine.</div>
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Information? Does that come with a drip line?</div>
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I'm a knowledge junkie. Though, anytime now, my family is bound to hold an intervention.</div>
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Please understand, I don't mean to make light of addiction. I know it's serious. It's that I feel convicted about my incessant consumption with a disproportionate amount of contribution.</div>
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My proposed solution? To take more risks. To renounce perfectionism. (A friend once told me the "i-s-m" at the end of a word such as alcoholism stands for I-Self-Me. Yes, I can see that. If I'm trying to attain perfection, I'm <em>really</em> hoping you'll be impressed with me.)</div>
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I could spend the rest of my life <em>learning how</em> to make a difference for good in the world. </div>
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Or, I could take a step of faith, and risk that I might actually make an impact.</div>
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Instead of hoarding education, what if I practiced generosity? What if I loved people by listening better? And what if I used my knowledge to ask better questions? </div>
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What if I invested tens of thousands of hours sharing my ongoing projects, work, and ideas with others? <span style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", "Bitstream Charter", Times, serif;">So that we might be a whole community invested in becoming better versions of ourselves?</span></div>
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Now, <em>that</em> would be exhilarating.</div>
Olson Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12126101492297665814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5424581202311895386.post-14461595544225075072016-11-28T00:57:00.000-08:002016-11-28T00:57:31.031-08:00On Showing UpOnly five more Mondays left in 2016. This used to be my favorite day of the week. New. Fresh. A blank canvas with Possibility and Productivity framing the span between traditional Sabbaths.<br />
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Mondays eventually came in second place to Tuesday as my favorite day. Tuesday reminds me of the lighting and sound booth at an event.<br />
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Her tenuous place toward the back of the room. The switches and knobs and gauges quietly waiting. The show? The event? The music? It isn't the same without her. Ordinary and functional, I dubbed Tuesday as my day to "start new projects."<br />
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Yet, more and more, my days are all running together. Like the technician who seamlessly transitions the lights and bass output, I'm finding renewed energy and passion as I learn to synchronize ideas and communication, vision and momentum.<br />
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This apprenticeship in the art -- and sheer romance and poetry -- of Entrepreneurship.<br />
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Of showing up and <a href="https://vimeo.com/132463946" target="_blank">turning your life's art into a series of experiences</a>.<br />
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There are people who are masters at this. People who live all in. Do meaningful work.<br />
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And invite us to stand on their shoulders to reach toward our dreams.<br />
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No one is "self-made." That's ludicrous. Who in your life is encouraging you toward your goals?<br />
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And, just as important, where are <i>you</i> showing up, helping others frame their life with Possibility and Passion? Inviting them into the space where, together, you turn ordinary and functional into world class experiences?<br />
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<br />Olson Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12126101492297665814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5424581202311895386.post-7202156943584256092016-11-05T22:56:00.001-07:002016-11-05T22:57:21.183-07:00Wake-Up CallI used to keep a quirky collection: wake-up calls.<br />
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My two all-time favorites were Grouse Mountain Lodge in Whitefish, Montana and Edelweiss Resort in Garmisch-Partenkirchen, Germany. While I don't remember exactly how the one at Grouse Mountain went, I do know the one in Edelweiss.<br />
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I call the front desk just as I'm about to go to bed to request the receptionist to set the call. At the arranged time, a cheery, (but not annoying), female voice greets you with,<br />
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<i>Gruss Gott and good morning! It's time to wake up! </i></div>
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<i>The world's greatest playground is waiting.</i> </div>
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It's so inviting and enthusiastic, I've been known to set it twice in one day. </div>
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If only all of life's wake-up calls played out like this.</div>
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Yesterday, I spent two hours laughing so hard tears streamed down my face and left me breathless. Isaiah and I went through half, (<i>half!</i>), a box of school papers and notes from fourteen years ago. Oh, the notes and drawings were funny in and of themselves, but then with Isaiah's commentary. . . </div>
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Then last night, we set the box in the middle of the living room, surrounded by all four of our children. Together, we sorted through the pile, reminiscing and laughing until we were all doubled over.</div>
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<i>Another</i> thing that happened yesterday is that Isaiah bought an airplane ticket back to the States.</div>
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So, sitting there in the middle of sweet notes, <i>I love you, Eli. Do you want to play basketball tomorrow? Isaiah, </i>and small hand prints left on card stock with finger paint, the words, <i>Happy Mother's Day</i> scrawled across the top, I thought about wake-up calls.</div>
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Having these last several months with our entire family together has felt like a bonus gift tagged onto an already great gift. It's been time in which I've cherished every nuance, every shared laugh, the difficult conversations, the inspirational moments. </div>
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Knowing we're standing at the threshold of an empty nest, is a fantastic wake-up call, "Drink in all the moments! Your birds are about to take flight! Heart wide open!"</div>
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I've experienced wake-up calls at hotels where the phone robot was a monotone, "This is your wake-up call."</div>
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And other hotels where it was the receptionist at the front desk, who sounded like she was working through a list, "g'dmorning. This's the wake up call you requested." <i>click</i>.</div>
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Hotels have wake-up calls, So do people. I want the culture of our company, (aka: family), to contribute a sense of anticipation and wild enthusiasm to those we come in contact with.</div>
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Life is full of wake-up calls. We have a responsibility to create cultures of honor in the spaces we influence. One way to do that is to make sure our wake-up calls are laden with love, truth, and dignity.</div>
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Olson Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12126101492297665814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5424581202311895386.post-88195081150457510492016-11-04T03:26:00.000-07:002016-11-04T03:26:26.502-07:00On Being A Rookie and Taking RisksThe high-pitched <i>dee-dee-dee</i> in quick succession jolts me from deep sleep. It's 4:20.<br />
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This is the time of day when all I can hear is the cliche <i>tick-tock</i> and low <i>whirr</i> of the refrigerator. I open my journal and write across the page, <i>Fri., Nov. 4, 16, 4:30A</i>.<br />
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My heart is full. My mind keeps rhythm with the refrigerator's motor. My inspiration "bucket" is running over.<br />
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My friend, Rhyse, keeps track of the days until Christmas, beginning with December 26th. In fact, he'll greet you with the update, a wave of his hand and broad smile, "51 days!" It's charming, really.<br />
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I'm counting days, too, only more like the bright orange mile markers in a long race. <i>57 days to resolve intentions</i>.<br />
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I glance up at the piece of paper tacked to the wall behind my computer, "My Life As A Verb ~ Contribute. . ." followed by nine more verbs. I need to add an eleventh: <i>Resolve</i>.<br />
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We're in a season in which I feel woefully unprepared. A rookie at best.<br />
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It's scratchy. Like wearing a tight wool sweater and sitting next to the fireplace in an already warm room. At times, it's hard to breath.<br />
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It's exhilarating, too. Because, after all, in a moment or two, the mug of hot chocolate will be empty and it'll be time to go back out in the biting cold. No, better to leave the sweater on than to get too comfortable here in the lodge.<br />
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I find myself reminiscing most days about the past decade and how much has changed and where we're going.<br />
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"Integrity is the courage to meet the demands of reality," writes Dr. Henry Cloud in his book with those same words as the title. Integrity. Courage. Reality.<br />
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So I'm up at 4:20, sometimes 3:30, learning, practicing, writing, wondering, brainstorming. Mustering courage to meet the demands of reality.<br />
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And I catch myself chuckling uncertainty and discomfort because this season feels reckless. Like a risk at every turn. At the moment, I'm buried beneath commitments and failing more than succeeding. And I'm learning to go faster, which leaves me less time to go back and stall out in an attempt to edit my life.<br />
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Can you imagine if the producers and directors in the world paused to edit -- but then got stuck there, never implementing new ideas and moving forward with production? Yeh, me neither.<br />
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My cousin, (she'll probably go on to take the stage and fronts of boardrooms to equip and empower high-level leaders one day. . . right after she equips and empowers the five young men growing up in her home first), is a motivational example of the power of taking risks. "Take action," she says, even as she and her husband pour their energy into endeavors -- and adventures -- with eternal significance. It's as though rookie status doesn't show up on their radar. They live forward, take risks, and inspire people along the way.<br />
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Interesting discovery: it's fun writing a book. An aside is the incredible accountability it provides. Here I am, not the expert -- but an amateur stepping into this big adventure, resolving scribbles on a daily list, "gettin' after it," as Isaiah, my 19-year old says.<br />
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What about you? What are you doing these days in which you are a rookie and yet you're finding the courage to take risks? Let me know in the comments or reply to this email.Olson Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12126101492297665814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5424581202311895386.post-89334881688148248282016-02-14T04:10:00.000-08:002016-02-14T05:17:47.815-08:00Hello, Love<br />
[<i>January 18, 2009...</i><br />
<i>...After a late-afternoon stroll along the West Pier... Fingal, Ireland... next to the Howth Train Station...</i>]<br />
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We only duck inside the pub to wait out the driving rain. And wait for the next train, not due for another 36 minutes.<br />
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And you know those apps you can download and then listen to the pre-recorded cacophony of a coffee shop or cafeteria at lunch time? Is there one with a jazzy nightclub ambiance, too? Well, sort of like that. But not.<br />
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Sultry warmth embraces us as we step across the threshold. A few people nod and smile at us as they tip back a gulp of dark ale. Wood pops and crackles in a brick fireplace at the end of the room.<br />
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And it takes you back a bit... when all your senses are enveloped by lyrical dialogue and the aromas of wool and old wood and a hint of stew simmering on the stove. It gives pause because it's all really real, but it feels as though you've stumbled onto the set of a movie.<br />
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Every seat is taken and there's a gentleman leaning against the brick wall at the end of the bar. He crosses his foot over the other as he chuckles loudly with the man sitting on a stool nearby.<br />
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LeRoy and the children wait near the doorway. I'm supposed to peek around the corner to see if there are any empty seats, but I'm so utterly caught up in the romance of the moment that I nearly forget my errand. A waitress carrying two empty pint-sized glasses on a tray stops to ask how she can help. We're looking for hot drinks to warm up while we wait for our train, I tell her.<br />
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"Ah!" she nods. "<a href="http://eieiolsonfamily.blogspot.de/2009_01_01_archive.html" target="_blank">Order at the bar, Love.</a> The tables are for ordering food." <br />
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They do this, you know. In England and Ireland. They call complete strangers Love.<br />
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And why not? Why don't we <i>all</i> call each other Love? After all, it's the very character of Whose Image we're made in.<br />
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And why not let it be the expectation... of ourselves... of others?<br />
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To see through Love's eyes...<br />
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Hey, Brandon, tell us more? Let me get you a warm-up on your coffee while you share that journey... the one in which you sang lyrics, asking Love to give you His eyes to see the things you kept missing... *<br />
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yeh, I'm listening. Cuz all this... these moments in which I'm enraptured by the ambient candlelight and lilting accents and filled with love for humanity... cuz, really, it's not that hard to love when you're called Love... right? <br />
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Come to think of it, sitting here in my office, 1,334 kilometers from the charm of that seaside village, a pile of papers on my desk, and a cranky radiator that only heats halfway, it's <i>still</i> easy to love. Our lives are brimming with people who love audaciously, far out of their comfort zones. Some of them bear wounds that would easily justify any bitterness or resentment. And yet...<br />
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They operate out of deep conviction, a solidarity as they follow the One Who calls them Beloved.<br />
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I'm with you, Brandon. Pleading with Spirit not to let me grow indifferent to the broken-hearted.<br />
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So, I'll keep taking my cue from the strangers who call me Love.<br />
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And the friends around me who love deeply and profoundly -- the ones who have a way of causing you to feel like you're the most important person in the world when you walk in the room.<br />
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And from the One Who declares that I shall be called Hephzibah -- <i>My delight is in Her</i>.**<br />
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Hello, Love.<br />
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*Reference taken from Brandon Heath's song, <i>Give Me Your Eyes</i>.<br />
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"Give me Your eyes for just one second<br />
Give me Your eyes so I can see<br />
Everything that I keep missing<br />
Give me Your love for humanity<br />
Give me Your arms for the broken-hearted<br />
The ones that are far beyond my reach<br />
Give me Your heart for the ones forgotten<br />
Give me Your eyes so I can see"</blockquote>
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**<i>Isaiah 62:4</i><br />
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Counting blessings...<br />
290. A whole blessed afternoon alone with my beloved...<br />
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291. ...while the children help teach a belay class at the climbing wall.<br />
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292. The breakfast of fried potatoes, eggs, bacon, and orange juice that LeRoy made for our family this morning.<br />
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293. The grace gift that Israel gave our family... how she stayed up past midnight cleaning a kitchen that was left a disaster from "eating and running."<br />
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294. Getting to hear LeRoy's insights, passion, and inspiration from the book he's reading, <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Insanity-God-Story-Faith-Resurrected/dp/1433673088/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1455454746&sr=1-1&keywords=the+insanity+of+god" target="_blank"><i>The Insanity of God</i> by Nik Ripken</a>.<br />
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295. Seeing a friend at Dance Blast who I haven't shared life with in way too long and exchanging a snippet of newsy chit chat with the foreshadowing of a longer visit later.<br />
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296. Israel's comment, "I just love those children in that family! The older brother is so kind to his baby sister! I really want to get to know their parents better."<br />
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<br />Olson Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12126101492297665814noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5424581202311895386.post-31541151912310744572015-09-04T13:37:00.000-07:002015-09-04T13:37:26.799-07:00NeverthelessFrom a blog I started last year... wrote one post... and then never returned (except once in April when I went back and edited the post I wrote when I started the blog originally):<div>
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One letter. Word. Sentence. The tumbling and rolling into a lyrical life. </blockquote>
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Create a story.<br /> <br />Your story. </blockquote>
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Breathe in. Exhale. </blockquote>
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I can hear the ticking of the clock. The seconds rolling into minutes until they all tumble into the stack we call a day. </blockquote>
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The fibers of my being are comfortable. I live in Average Land where life is convenient, entertaining, secure. It's recliner chair cozy. </blockquote>
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And for all this, I'm grateful. Beyond grateful. So much so that I could simply curl up with my cup of tea and a good book and wile away the hours. Is this livin' the dream? I think it is. </blockquote>
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As I type this, my family is still asleep. For this moment at least, the universe revolves around me. </blockquote>
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So I sit down at the laptop, pull up my inbox on the screen, and there... there's something about an earthquake? They're asking for help. For relief. </blockquote>
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It is reported that thousands are expected dead. The devastation came while we ate dinner with friends last night and I lamented that the spaghetti turned out a bit dry because the ratio of pasta to sauce went awry. And I apologized for not having a salad to serve with the meal. </blockquote>
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365 days. The annual reports and goals and all that we have to resolve in the span of 525,600 minutes. </blockquote>
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Comfortable is not the same as fulfilled. The game changes if we want to go to that level of living. </blockquote>
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It's no longer a recliner chair mentality. It'll require something more. A lot of something more. </blockquote>
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The words and sentences change. The story tells differently. The world tilts on it's axis and my breath catches while my feet find their footing in the shift from comfortable to stepping into the tension.</blockquote>
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Originally posted on <a href="http://365daystohealthandwealth.com/2015/04/26/how-to-start-for-real/" target="_blank">365 Days to Health and Wealth</a>. Ha! A blog I started in Autumn of 2014... approximately 365 days ago. And then I got scared. So I frittered away the seconds while playing small. Safe.<br />
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Bah, humbug to change and breaking out of bondage and challenging the status quo. It's too hard, I told myself, settling back in my recliner with my hot fudge ice cream and books about other's lives.<br />
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Earthquakes shake and wild fires rage. Time and cadence usher in Independence Day fireworks. Customers stand in line for a minimum of two hours at the newly opened Southern chicken restaurant here on the military base. The movie <i>Ant-Man</i> grossed over $57 million in it's opening weekend. They're always looking for more volunteers in the nursery and school age room at church every weekend. Back-to-school sales start (where I meant to pick up packs of lined paper for 11 cents...). And the latest movie by the Kendrick brothers, <i>War Room</i>, brought in over $11 million its opening weekend.<br />
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Random. Like the boy pedaling his bicycle hard in the African heat, carrying cases of Coca-Cola from the city out to the villages in the Bush. This while in a conversation about women who die during childbirth because it's too far to walk to the nearest clinic.<br />
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And it can all get a bit daunting. So I second guess a 365-Day project of surrender because it most likely means the hard work of discipline and consistency. Of training on the days I'm not in the mood. And it holds all the possibility of vulnerability. Transparency. And all those other ideals I would much rather talk about than live out.<br />
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We're dreaming big ridiculous dreams around here. But I tell ya what, the risks and challenges and obstacles...<br />
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Is it just me? Or does everyone get afraid when chasing after dreams that are entirely possible?<br />
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Like today when I had a meltdown smack dab in the middle of a rather productive writing stint. On an awesome 4-day track record of saying no to unhealthy and yes to premium fuel for my body. When suddenly I went on some irrational binge to waste time and make chocolate chip cookies, eating cookie dough by the spoonfuls. Yeah, that there.<br />
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I read this morning where Jesus tells Simon Peter to let down the nets. Except, Simon and his buddies were out fishing all night and... well, I should just let him tell it himself, "'Master, we have toiled all night and caught nothing; <i>nevertheless</i> at Your word I will let down the net.'" (emphasis mine)<br />
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They did.<br />
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Caught so many fish that they called to their friends to bring their boat and help haul in the catch.<br />
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Both boats started to sink under the weight of the fish.<br />
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When they got back to shore... "So when they had brought their boats to land, they forsook all and followed Him." (Luke 5:1-11)<br />
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I relate to Simon Peter's little explanation where he implies that it's ridiculous to let down the nets. I can hear the weariness in his voice. After all, who can blame him? They toiled all night and caught nothing.<br />
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Lord, they're saying it's <i>thousands</i> who've been affected by the earthquake. It's more trendy to wait in line for chicken and watch movies based on fantastical protagonists. And besides, I'm only one person. What can I possibly do to improve living conditions in developing countries? And the people right here in my little sphere of influence? Heh. They're good. They'll let me know if something comes up.<br />
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<i>Nevertheless...</i><br />
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And I can hear Mary's voice, "Do whatever He says," as the party-goers are unaware that the wine has just run out, but the best is yet to come.<br />
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Fulfillment comes at a cost.<br />
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<i>Nevertheless...</i><br />
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There's more.<br />
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No more Recliner Chair "faith."<br />
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In theory, I'm a risk-taker. Time to experiment with those theories. Though the boats were laden with fish, they didn't sink. "...when they had brought their boats to land..."<br />
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"...they forsook all..."<br />
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<i>beep - - - beep...</i> (I hear the trace of a flat line getting it's beat back...)<br />
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"...and followed Him." <i>beep-beep-beep...</i><br />
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Olson Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12126101492297665814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5424581202311895386.post-13080602491141481162015-08-03T12:39:00.000-07:002015-08-03T12:39:32.595-07:00Question For You"Right now, if you could be anywhere, doing anything, with anyone, where would you be, what would you be doing, and who would you be with?"<br />
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I used to ask this question a lot. You know me... I'm a lost cause when it comes to being a Possibilitarian. Questions that are loaded with possibility stretch me and call me out of complacency. They clean my perception filters of stuckness gunk and give me the grace-gift of gratitude. Entertaining possibilities lurches me forward into the romance of the present moment.<br />
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This morning, I was feeling overwhelmed with all the epic (truly epic, I promise I'm not using that word lightly) goals and "finish"lines for this month. And, that question came to mind.<br />
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Now, again, I must reiterate, the question isn't meant to provoke murmuring or complaining. Ugh. Talk about a possibility-<i>eraser</i>. There's just something whimsical and romantic about dreaming of what could be... that inevitably reveals the miracle right where I <i>am</i>.<br />
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One of my mentors gave me sage advice: Do all that you can with all that you already have. For me, dreaming outside the lines opens my eyes to the poetry of the present. Ah! So that's what I can do with <i><span style="font-size: x-small;">(fill in what you already have)</span></i> ________! It helps me re-purpose an otherwise ordinary moment into... well, <i>dreamy</i>.<br />
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So. To answer my own question... (and then I'd love to hear <i>your</i> answer!)...<br />
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There's this quaint little hair salon in the Piazza di Santa Maria in the Trastevere Neighborhood in Rome. I would love to be at this corner salon getting my hair cut and colored by the owner Fabio or any one of his talented stylists.<br />
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Oh, by the way, there are two ways to consider possibilities: 1) based on a previous experience or something you read or heard about, and 2) something completely out of your imagination. (Think, Middle Earth and Sindarin language or phones that don't have buttons, antennas, or wires or... <i>see what I mean?</i>)<br />
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Anyway, today, on this particular morning, I'm more of a Reminiscent Possibilitarian than a Create-Something-New Possibilitarian. <br />
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This morning, my hair looks like it did on the morning of June 5th, 2012.<br />
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On an otherwise ordinary day...<br />
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Visiting on the phone with my best friend, Amy, we discussed the possibility of the two of us meeting somewhere in the world to catch up and adventure together. A couple of months later, she flew up from Malawi, Africa and I flew down from Germany. We met in Rome, Italy.<br />
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Oh. my. heart. I'm telling you, my life plays out like a movie. (Yes, including "<a href="http://eieiolsonfamily.blogspot.de/2015/07/parenting-is-hard-part-2_31.html" target="_blank">dark night of the soul</a>" seasons that are just plain yucky. Still poetry. But yucky poetry.)<br />
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Anyway, back to the movie...<br />
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I swooned. We were in <i>Italy.</i> staying in an Abbey. ...with nuns who didn't speak English. And everywhere, terra cotta colors peel from the sides of buildings. Everything feels Medieval and Renaissance and art and romance. And I really, <i>really</i> wanted to hear Italian opera.<br />
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The first day we made our way over to the Trastevere neighborhood, the area "beyond the Tiber." With no set agenda, we meandered content. There on the corner, in Piazza di Santa Maria, (the square), Amy noticed a hair salon, took my arm, and <i>insisted</i> we'd take my husband up on his encouragement to pamper ourselves.<br />
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You know how the hairdresser always puts the drape over you, snaps it in back, and then as they run their fingers through your hair they ask, "What are we doing to your hair today?"<br />
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And... yes. Yes, I said it. The line I had wanted to say for oh-so-long. Waaaaaiiitt for it...<br />
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ohmyword, it was such a dreamy moment...<br />
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and, yes, as a matter of fact, I DID feel as though I was Audrey Hepburn!<br />
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I told Fabio, (yes, that's his name), to cut it "all off."<br />
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I mean, because surely it's <i>exactly</i> what princesses do when they're on a <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hJ4ZU-FA5XA" target="_blank">Roman Holiday</a>!<br />
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Although we didn't talk too much with the gals as their English was limited, it was a treat to hear Fabio tell the business story of his salon, <i>Hair Spa</i>. Passionate and genuine, he went on to tell us about his wife and family, what he enjoyed about living in Rome, and where he recommended we visit while there. I'd definitely go back. Um... I have time this week... who wants to join me for a world-class hair stylist experience?<br />
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New hairstyles. Shared salad... with a large dollop of mozzarella. Outside seating. Coca-Cola. Such grace!<br />
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And that whole thing about seeing the miracle in the moment...<br />
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And the extravagant grace of traveling with a friend who shares a passion for people-watching, for listening. For noticing all the whimsical, poetic grace-gifts along the way...<br />
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For all the photos we captured, I noticed we didn't capture the moments where we laughed so hard that we had snot coming out our noses and tears streaming down our cheeks -- dripping from our chins! (Come to think of it, we may be posted on someone else's blog... "These two girls couldn't even breathe as they were in hysterics over who-knows-what.")<br />
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So... where would you be, what would you be doing, and who would you be with?<br />
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It's a question loaded with possibilities. It's a re-focusing question: are you doing all that you can with all that you have right now? Because... Grace satisfies with all that we need, to do all that we're called to do, in the present. And then...<br />
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Then, Grace invites us to dream and envision and step into the tension between now and what can be.<br />
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The question makes me think about the areas of my life where I have all that I need -- but I'm still holding back. To see where I need to pull triggers. To realize the power of an idea, the value of a friend insisting that we seize the moment.<br />
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In reality, I <i>am</i> ready for a new hairstyle. Mine is tired. I'm eagerly anticipating a change.<br />
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But then, this is the theme of our season. I'm anticipating change on many levels. In fact, I've laughed at myself a lot lately. Research shows it's better to make only one big change at a time.<br />
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I'm only changing... everything.<br />
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And you? It's your turn.<br />
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*For the record, (and a shameless plug), I have to tell you that there's a world-class hair stylist/motivational coach/encourager/soul-nourisher on North Pines in Spokane Valley, Washington. Not only is Katrina a phenomenal hair stylist, but her passion is infectious.<br />
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You'll walk out inspired, motivated, and ready to take that next big step of faith. She's the one who taught me to put my feet on the floor each morning, stand up, and declare, "Reporting for duty, God." If you're looking for a great haircut and a little extra courage to get out of the boat... {For those of you living in the inland Northwest -- not traveling to Rome any time soon -- there's my little tip for ya!}<br />
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**By the way, I heard the most incredible, dreamy opera one morning while we were getting ready to go out for the day... I'll tell you about that, too...<br />
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<br />Olson Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12126101492297665814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5424581202311895386.post-28112111596941834122015-07-31T10:04:00.000-07:002015-07-31T10:04:03.497-07:00Parenting Is Hard, Part 2<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">
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sincerest apologies for implying in my last post that there's a
one-size-fits-all, just follow this formula, and you, too can have children who
grow up to be healthy, contributing citizens in the world. I didn't realize I
stirred a pot until I received your emails filled with significant insights and
questions and feedback. (It will take me a little while, but I intend to
respond to every single email.) Thank you for courageously engaging in such a
deeply personal topic...</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;">I suppose if there were
a "formula" I'd call it grace. Meaning, there is no formula. Only countless
ways that God pours out His grace and... well, one of the most amazing grace
gifts in our lives is the community that God has given us. That community...<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;">Like the many, many
days, (and nights), I dropped off my little ones at the Vanessa Behan Crisis
Nursery. This invaluable resource that serves the city of Spokane taught us
that <i>asking for help is a sign of
strength</i> (written in bold love on a sign inside their front doors). They
loved and cared for our children and consistently found ways to equip us with
tools for parenting and marriage... and healthy relationships in general. Both
my husband and I entered into our marriage and family-life with poverty
mindsets. Over the years, in spontaneous mentoring moments during drop off and
pick up as well as an 18-week parenting class, we developed relationships with
staff there who spoke <i>abundance</i>, life, encouragement and truth into
our parenting journey. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;">There were the moms at
the Mothers of Preschoolers (MOPS) program -- later changed to Adventures In
Motherhood (AIM) -- at our home church. The once-a-month morning that I
referred to as half-time in the locker room where I usually showed up feeling
defeated, looking for motivation to play the second half. And how that group of
moms banded together, supported, cheered, and prayed for each other so that by
the time I left, well, I was re-energized, hopeful, strong to stay in the game.
Yeah, Grace, for sure. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;">We had our Life Group
and Married Couples Night Out (MCNO) where we grew intimately aware of one
another's -- and our children's -- quirks, temperaments, and habits. We valued
candor and invited our friends to speak freely and honestly about blind spots
in our lives. And all that truth-filled grace...<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;">One time, our friends
took all four of our children over night so that LeRoy and I could get away
together. When we picked them up the next morning, our friends were exhausted.
We thought it was just because we left four hyper, raucous children with them.
Imagine my horror when the mom called me later to share a concern. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;">The evening before,
after getting everyone's pajamas on, teeth brushed, and tucked into bed, her
oldest ran to her, crying. After some investigation, it was discovered that one
of my kiddos kept whispering threats on her child's life. Needless to say, her
child was terrified and they didn't get much sleep. Well, that's charming. And
when the thought crossed my mind that I might be raising an ax murderer...
well, I'd be lost without the mentors who have helped me hash out and address
issues throughout the years.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;">And there have been
countless, <i>countless</i> times, whole seasons sometimes, when we
cried out to God for a thread of hope. For an ounce of strength. For lifelines
of Grace. I'll never forget the morning when, for reasons I cannot recall
except that I had been battling depression for a long time, I decided that it'd
be better if me and my children weren't here. I know that everyone has a
"dark night of the soul" story, but even looking back on it now, it's
chilling to know I entered a place so full of utter despair and
hopelessness. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;">That morning, I
"got my affairs in order." I cleaned my house, returned library
books, and dropped a letter in the mailbox. I just had one last stop. I pulled
up to my friend's house and ran up to her door to return something I'd
borrowed. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;">And then what? If weāre
being honest ā and this is some pretty excruciating honesty here ā you and I
both know that I would probably have gone home, fed the children lunch,
continued to muddle through. No one in half a right mind whose contemplated
even a smidge of irrational behavior randomly stops by a friendās house to
reach out and say, āIām stuck. Really, <i>really</i>
stuck. As in, <i>please</i> remind me why itās
worth muddling through.ā<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;">While we know most
people donāt do drastic things, itās sobering to experience a flash of
irrationality. To feel the depth of desperation that comes from losing a grip
on that last proverbial thread of hope. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;">So I stopped by my
friendās house. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;">This is one of my people
who warned me about "dropping by unannounced." That there was no telling
what state she, her children, or her house would be found. All the better, I
figured, my self-pity bracing for rejection which would justify wallowing
deeper.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;">"Who is it?"
she called from the other side of the door when I knocked. Then she barely
cracked the door open when I told her it was me. Still in pajamas, her hair
frizzed and going every which way, she squinted out at me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;">"Here," I
handed her the borrowed object, (a book maybe? an item of clothing one of my
children borrowed from one her children?), "I just wanted to return
this." <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;">āWhat are you doing?ā
she asked me, still squinting. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;">As coolly as if I were
telling her I was going grocery shopping, I told her I didnāt see the point in
it all and that itād be better if we werenāt here. (For reference, I now know
thatās the totally lame way that someone who lacks boundaries, is bitter, and
self-absorbed says, āI need a shoulder to cry on.ā {sigh} ā¦and thenā¦) <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;">As I turned to walk awayā¦
"Um, I think you'd better come in. I'll fix you a cup of tea."
(Typing this all these many years later, I can still recall her voice, all
solid grace, composed, determined. And I canāt stop the tears.) By the time I
got all my children out of their car seats and we'd replaced her peaceful space
with pandemonium, she had water boiling on the stove top. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;">{Deep sigh of relief.
Because, reallyā¦ <i>really</i>. Spirit
whispers into the depths of despair. And Grace is relentless and reckless and
goes after. And in that moment when I thought I was so detached, I wasnāt.}<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;">āNow, tell me whatās
going on,ā she said, pouring water over one tea bag and then another. She drizzled
a teaspoon of honey and poured evaporated milk in each mug as she waited for me
to talk. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;">And Iām telling you,
these friendshipsā¦ where grace lives. <b>The
transformative <i>grace of presence</i>. </b>The
wow-youāre-seriously-a-mess-and-I-love-you-justasyouare-in-the-emotional-wreckage-of-this-moment.
<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><i><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;">The presence of
authentic community can be the grace that God uses to heal a downward spiraling
soul.</span></i></b><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;">It wasnāt just one cup
of tea that suddenly pulled me from the muck of oppression and depression. But
over the next months and years, the Grace of community, the presence of fellow
sojourners ā some ahead in the journey, some just a little ways behind ā all those
hands reaching back to help me and the ones reaching out to me for helpā¦ <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;">āā¦youāve got this. Youāre
not alone. Here, the path lends to relief over here. Hold my hand, donāt quit,
itās worth it.ā <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;">Grace that rolls into
grace that gains strength until, suddenly I realize that Iām no longer holding
onto anything but instead resting firmly in the grip of <i>His Grace</i>. And that Iāve been thereā¦ my childrenā¦ and spouseā¦ and
all my heavy-weight agendasā¦ for quite some time. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;">Heh. Yeah, for all my
controlling and cajoling and fixing and fuming, Grace is this unseen yet
totally tangible gift that will never, ever give up no matter how stubborn and
selfish and prideful and determined I get. Grace is the pinnacle of Kindness
that leads to repentance. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;">Those were some hard
years. I stressed myself out. I took the long, painful route to learn healthy
boundaries. And the control issuesā¦ ergh. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;">But God. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;">ā<b>But God</b>, <i>who is rich in
mercy, because of His great love with which He loved usā¦ā</i> </span><i><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 10pt;">(Ephesians
2:4)</span></i><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;"> <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;">All the moments when no
amount of mucking can undo what Grace already accomplished and continues to
accomplish. And all the rough edges and painful sharp cornersā¦ and how Love
redeems the years the locusts have eatenā¦ in all the quiet moments and the
chaos and those gut-level-honest conversations over a cuppa grace.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;">I donāt presume to know
what tomorrow holds. Whenever I get a compliment regarding my kiddos, I smile,
say thank youā¦ and add, <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;">āThey <i>are</i> doing really well. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;">Today. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;">This moment.ā <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;">Sometimes, I bite my
tongue as my children and I exchange a knowing look. We know what earlier in
the day was like. We know about the harsh words hurled and the heart-mending
work that ensued. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;">Weāve endured some tough
spots in our marriage and in our parenting. I know what it feels like to emerge
on the other side, my heart bruised. Hopefully a little wiser.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;">To whisper desperate, āGod,
please hold tight. Weāre trusting in the grip of your grace.ā<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;">Just this morning, I had
a long conversation with mentors who have invested 18 years of time and money
and energy into our family. He and his wife lovingly, gently, <i>graciously</i> shared some hard truths with
us. Truths about where weāve failed to train our children in some areas of
character. They didnāt share in a shaming or even corrective tone, but in a way
that was straightforward and insightful. Without causing us to feel judged,
they shared direct. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;">The grace that
characterizes these relationships ā these conversations ā is overwhelming.
Amazing. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;">No matter how well
things are going, we are all susceptible to sliding into a place where we find
ourselves, our organizations, our families, fighting for survival. Itās a hard
place. And itās detrimental if we donāt humbly reach out and ask for help. Been
there. Iām grateful that God pursues, often times His grace surrounding and
strengthening us before we have the strength to reach out.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;">I know that I welcome
the hard questions, the direct observations, the feedback. Iāve learned Iād
much rather have the hard conversations, to confront ugly realities, and join
forces with those in my community to solve problems than to let the whole thing
go down in flames. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;">Yeah, there are plenty
of moments in our family in which I find myself desperately encouraging the
team, āPull up! Pull up! Mayday! Mayday!ā Careening toward disaster, my chest
tight, I whisper the only prayer my breathing allows, āHelp.ā<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;">Sometimes, our community
provides a lifeline of grace many months or years earlier, shared around the
dinner table when all is going well, not a notion of disaster in sight. In that
space when weāre laughing together, lighthearted ideas tossed on the table when
we innocently muse our ideas will be good advice for someone else. Definitely
not us. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;">Then, blindsided.
Except, somewhere in the recesses of our memory, there was that grace-gift
thrown on the table for consideration. Thus was the case several months ago. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;">Tension and stress
mounted as disrespectful attitudes and blatant dishonor went unchecked. By
early afternoon, dishonor took on entitlement and self-absorption as we spiraled
into an emotional tailspin. Suddenly, white-knuckled and praying desperately, I
remembered one of those long-ago conversations around the table. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;">āWhat kind of a parent
allows her child to act like a [jerk]?!ā I yelled. (I didnāt use the word jerk.
I used language I intentionally save so that it acts as a sort of defibrillator
in critical moments.) āWho do you think you are to think that itās okay to
treat me or anyone for that matter with the kind of dishonor youāve
demonstrated today?ā<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;">I donāt share all these
stories in an attempt to say that I know what youāre going through in your hard
season. I donāt.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;">Iāve walked beside
friends who have gone (or are presently going) through their own ādark night of
the soul.ā Friends whose children have been suicidal, struggled with
addictions, depression, and other heartbreaking trials. Their tenacious love
for their child demonstrates extraordinary courage. Iāve seen them reach out
for their lifelines, their community, which sometimes entails doctors and
counselors and treatment facilities. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;">Your strength and faith and perseverance is a testimony. Just know it's okay to lean into grace. Necessary even. Because itās the people in our lives who come alongside ā sometimes
inviting us in for a cup of grace ā that help us through the hard.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;">Yeah, I dream of being a
family that inspires others. A family that ministers Godās grace wherever we
are. A family that leaves a legacy of faithfulness and love. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;">Donāt we all?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;">We know families like
that. (Godās grace flowed through them, casting a lifeline to <i>us</i> during some hard, hard seasons.) They
are life-giving, energizing, inspiring families that leave you feeling so
loved, so covered in grace and mercy, that weāve walked away awestruck,
literally infused with courage. Even now, thinking of these families evokes audacity
and vision.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;">Itās from these examples
that I derive my passion for encouraging thriving marriages and whole families.
In all their messiness and imperfection ā in the midst of heartbreak ā theyāre still
fighting to build a culture that cares deeply about people and works hard to
build intimacy in relationships. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;">I want to fight for
that, too. For community. A culture of authenticity and integrity that clings
to Godās graceā¦ and makes grace tangible. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
Olson Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12126101492297665814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5424581202311895386.post-66910797938286146162015-07-09T04:51:00.002-07:002015-07-09T04:51:56.164-07:00Parenting Is Hard. Anyone?We're dreaming crazy big around here. Perhaps that's what led me to my bed at 6:45 last night, overcome by mental and physical fatigue... why I barely remember my head touching the pillow. Ten and a half hours later, I awoke with my heart racing and my mind spinning. <i>Oh God, I'm scared</i> was my first thought as I lay there willing myself out from between the sheets this morning. <div>
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Perhaps I could blame it on these four young adults being raised in our home. They're on fire. They're fearless. Innovative, creative, passionate... I'm trying desperately to keep up with them.</div>
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And regarding these four people, I have YOU to thank. I remember the day they sent us home from the hospital, our firstborn wrapped up and secured in his car seat. I recall the way the hospital personnel were sticklers about making sure we had a car seat that met regulations. That's it? I was horrified. Didn't they want to see what qualified me to train up a whole human being? Granted, would they have allowed me to leave the hospital with him if they knew how woefully <i>un</i>qualified I was?</div>
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Two of the most powerful words in the Bible: <i>But God</i>. </div>
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He makes a way. </div>
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I remember my mother-in-love telling me that parenting is one of those deeply personal subjects that most people aren't willing to let others speak into. Yet, I don't know where we'd be right now if an entire village had not come alongside us, educating my husband and I with grace and Truth and unconditional love, speaking knowledge and wisdom over our family.</div>
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I prayed for a tribe to help me raise our children. I knew the ancient African Proverb, <i>It takes a village to raise a child</i>. I believed it. Even Mary and Joseph had a community helping them raise the God-child. So connected and intimate were they with their community that on the return trip from Jerusalem they didn't realize Jesus was missing...</div>
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Thinking he was in their company [this is where I insert at least a thousand possible names in our community over the last 20 years], they traveled on for a day. Then they began looking for him among their relatives and friends. ~ Luke 2:44</blockquote>
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Here, let me give you an example of a compliment I received recently that I'd like to forward to <i><b>you</b></i>: </div>
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"You know, my husband and I didn't want kids until we met your family. Now we want kids, but we want them to be like yours." </div>
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Thank you... let me assure you that compliment goes to an incredibly large community. My friend continued, you'll have to let us know what you did to get the kind of kids you have. </div>
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That's easy. I'll just introduce her to the tribe that has parented our children alongside us. To say that you've been our lifeline is a huge understatement. I'll tell her that it's critical that her and her husband allow people into their circle. No, that they <i>invite</i> people into their circle. And sometimes, (especially this), when she sees someone a stage or two ahead of them who has healthy, whole relationships with their children and others around them, that they passionately pursue a relationship with them. </div>
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Take them to coffee. Invite them to dinner. Ask them questions. <i>Listen to their counsel</i>. </div>
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And then take it a step further. Train your children to invite them over, ask questions, and <i>listen to their counsel</i>. </div>
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On Tuesday, at Israel's [Mastermind] Book Study Group, we were on holy ground. These gals, ages 12 to 18 are a group of world changers. Israel started this group a month ago out of her passion to see her peers live with a sense of purpose and destiny. To grow in their leadership and influence. To make Jesus famous through their love to others. </div>
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Together, they are spurring one another on in love and good works. I wish you could be a fly on the wall during their conversation. To witness their giggles of relief when they realize they all have insecurities... and then to hear them share vulnerable, their hearts laid open. To listen to their lists of what's not okay in the world and their passion to bring healing to the broken. It's a profound privilege to be able to soak in their inspiration.</div>
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And the parents of these gals... I haven't met most of them yet, but when I do... yeah, I'm inviting them over for dinner. I need to connect with other parents of world changers. With other families who are dreaming crazy big. I need to ask questions. I need to listen to their counsel. </div>
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You know, we've been in the launch stage for the last couple of years with a 20-year old and an 18-year old (who moved back to the States three months before his 18th birthday). We're not very elegant in this season. Did I say very? I'm trying to make myself feel better by understating the mess. </div>
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However, we're seeing massive vision and opportunity in this mess. Which is why we're excited. And scared. And we're beyond grateful for <i>you</i>. Thank you for dreaming with us. For speaking love and grace and Truth over us. For being our lifeline. For parenting alongside us.</div>
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Parents, and any children still living at home, we need to link arms. Let's go make Jesus famous together.</div>
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*Please hear my heart if you're a parent going through a messy season with your young adult (or young child)... it sucks. We've had some soul-crushing moments and heart-wrenching days. Weeks. Probably months, too, but I blocked them out because of the trauma. </div>
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I'll say what <i>you've</i> most likely said to <i>me</i> at some point: Hang in there. This too shall pass. </div>
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These relationships are worth it. And these servant-leaders growing up in our homes? They're counting on us to believe in them. To call out the greatness in them. And when we get stuck, when we can't "see the forest for the trees," let your community pour love and grace -- and vision -- into the moments.</div>
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God makes a way. You've got this, Mama. You have this, Dad.</div>
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Olson Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12126101492297665814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5424581202311895386.post-54234843442261513572015-07-07T10:23:00.002-07:002016-01-17T03:50:39.057-08:00Reading Not So Obvious Books For Invaluable Insights Into ParentingIt wasn't long before I realized that reading parenting books only put limits on gaining invaluable parenting skills.<br />
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Today Israel and I were talking about all the books I read. (Again. Yes, this is an ongoing subject in our house. Though, slowly, I'm converting these five people in my world into readers. And I press on toward the high calling...) Somehow we got on the topic of what genre fills most of our shelves.<br />
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Interesting, while parenting books fill twice the number of shelves in our home, I've read mostly other genres over the past 20 years. Business and leadership. Self-help. Ministry. Military strategy. Books written by surgeons and doctors regarding the health industry. Philosophy. Autobiographies and biographies.<br />
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Of course, there's a plethora of fiction (delicious brain candy) sprinkled throughout -- though I have a long-standing policy that the fiction I read has to either 1) be on the reading list of the Book Club I'm in or 2) be recommended by a trusted source. smile.<br />
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Here's the thing, I've obsessed -- yes, I'm intentionally using that word -- over my mission of motherhood. This platform of parenthood in which I take the whole business of training and shaping the character of another human being -- yeah, it's not for the faint-hearted.<br />
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So, one of my dreams is to take the books I've read over the last 20 years and put them in condensed form.<br />
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It doesn't matter whether you're an engineer, a doctor, a teacher, a receptionist, a real estate mogul, a pastor, the basic principles of leadership, performance, and success apply across the board.<br />
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Lest I leave you with the notion that we've figured this parenting thing out, let me assure you that we're very much in the trenches... we're simply inviting you to join us? As of this afternoon, we are working through several issues... yeah, I promise you, it's messy over here. But I have this burning passion for whole relationships, authentic connections, soul-deep intimacy. In marriages. In families. In friendships. In corporate settings.<br />
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In order to make this project as relevant and helpful as possible, I need your help.<br />
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<li>What specific areas of (your job) parenting are your greatest challenges right now, (i.e. communication, culture, boundaries, honor, trust, etc)? </li>
<li>If we could spend the afternoon together, what would you want to talk about? (I ask that one a lot, don't I? humble smile. I really, <i>really</i> want to spend the afternoon with you!) </li>
<li>What are the most critical initiatives for your family over the next six months? </li>
<li>When your children complain, what do they say? </li>
<li>What do you expect of yourself this year? </li>
<li>What does your family expect of you this year? </li>
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Olson Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12126101492297665814noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5424581202311895386.post-4090419035164206582015-07-03T09:53:00.002-07:002015-07-03T09:53:43.359-07:00Stop Pouting. Start Preaching.You know those days when you wake up wired? When you're brimming over with excitement and anticipation? When everything just seems to line up and your world cooperates with you? <div>
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Been there. In both seasons. And I'll share with you something I've learned over the years. I've learned to preach. To my soul. Not the consoling, gentle, patient kind of preaching, but the <i>why are you so downcast, O my soul?! Put your hope in God!</i> kind of preaching. </div>
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You know what kind of preaching your soul needs. Regardless of the style... Preach! And don't let up until your soul emerges from the valley. </div>
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Sometimes, life sucks. Sometimes, it all just really disappoints. But don't get stuck there. And, whatever you do, don't let bitterness get a foothold! Winston Churchill is quoted as saying, "If you're walking through hell, keep walking." (I'd add exclamation points to the end of that. But then, I get pretty passionate.) </div>
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Not too long ago, I preached long across the pages of my journal. Feeling stuck in a few areas of my life, I pleaded for God to come rescue me from a pit. Psalm 18:1-18 is scrawled in desperate strokes.</div>
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Redemption and rescue are some of His specialties. In fact, He's relentless in His pursuit. He'll move mountains to come get you. I know from experience. (Really, I'm telling you, Psalm 18:1-18... preach <i>that</i> to your soul.)</div>
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Where are you right now? Are you wired? Excited? Or do you need to preach a soul-stirring sermon to yourself? To put a last shred of hope in the One who will move mountains to come rescue you?</div>
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<i>"But you will not need to fight! Take your places; stand quietly and see the incredible rescue operation God will perform for you, O people of Judah and Jerusalem! Don't be afraid or discouraged! Go out there tomorrow, for the Lord is with you!" </i> </blockquote>
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Olson Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12126101492297665814noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5424581202311895386.post-20755055071518203302015-07-01T13:26:00.000-07:002016-01-17T03:29:10.061-08:00About Crack Brownies... <div style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', 'Bitstream Charter', Times, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px;">
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I'm in a summer book study. I'm loving the conversations each week. The lively input.</div>
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We're reading the book <i>Not A Fan</i> by Kyle Idleman. I borrowed the teen version from some friends a couple of years ago -- great read. I enjoy listening to these women's thoughts regarding the difference between being a fan and being a follower of Jesus.</div>
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One gal, she leans forward when she speaks but doesn't scoot to the edge of her seat. Her tone is raw, like she's showing us emotions that were dragged through the gravel in the last week. She shares openly, breaks open her doubts and desires right there for all of us. Reveals the messiness and lets it linger.</div>
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Last week, my friend Michelle, sent home what she's aptly dubbed "Crack Brownies." There were eight in the bag. Two each for LeRoy, Eli, Zeke, and Israel. Brownies filled with all sorts of love: peanut butter, caramel, chocolate on several levels. And in an effort to love me well, she didn't send any for me because she knows I'm in the throes of working toward better health and fitness. Do you see where this is going?</div>
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Suffice it to say that one little tiny bite at a time... because my line of reasoning is that I can satiate my craving with one tiny bite... Well, you can imagine my dismay when a couple of days later there were only two brownies left.</div>
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Here's the worst part... I didn't even realize I had eaten all those brownies until my friend asked me if my family had enjoyed their brownies. I knew the brownies were disappearing, so I enthusiastically told her that, yes, they had gotten them. Confused, she asked me why one of them had reported that they didn't know what she was talking about when she inquired the day before. Huh? Ya, I suddenly found myself replaying in my mind all the moments in the last few days that I broke off "just a little corner." I guess if you break off "a little" of enough corners...</div>
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When I wrote my friend to repent and ask for forgiveness for eating the brownies she sent home to my family -- to tell her that I wanted to make it right, just give me the recipe and I'd make the brownies for them -- she wisely wrote back, "Oh ya! Give the crack addict the recipe to make more crack. I don't think so." Then she told me that the next time she makes them, she'll send the number for her Helpline, too.</div>
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...someone said to me this past week when I was talking about writing a book and starting a business, "It's not about the money." And, you know, not so long ago I would have agreed with that. No,no, it's not about the money, I would have solemnly shook my head in agreement. But now. Now I'm rethinking my beliefs about money.</div>
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Would you plan a road trip, fill your gas tank a quarter of the way full, not sure of the distance to the next filling station, and shrug, <i>well, it's not about how much gas is in the tank</i>? We've taken a few road trips, (ya, I'm understating that), and when we see the gas gauge reading low, we <i>always</i> ask ourselves how much further until the next gas station. We're headed to a destination and we need so much fuel to get there. It's simply a means of measurement of where we're at and how much we need to reach our goal.</div>
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Do you know why I'm ecstatic -- yes, <i>ecstatic</i> -- about today? It's July 1st! Halfway through the year. We have an opportunity to totally rock the second half of 2015!! Two more quarters, Friends! What do you want to achieve in this quarter? What do you want to see happen in the next 100 days?</div>
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I spent the better part of Monday working on our BHAG's (Big Hairy Audacious Goals. Thank you for that, <a data-mce-href="http://www.amazon.com/Good-Great-Some-Companies-Others/dp/0066620996/ref=tmm_hrd_swatch_0?_encoding=UTF8&sr=&qid=" href="http://www.amazon.com/Good-Great-Some-Companies-Others/dp/0066620996/ref=tmm_hrd_swatch_0?_encoding=UTF8&sr=&qid=" target="_blank">Jim Collins</a>.) And I'll be honest, most mornings my eyes pop open at two or three in the morning. I'm scattered and groggy, but alive... to the point that my heart is racing because there is so much to accomplish and time is fleeting and... <i>this passion</i>...<br />
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Mercysakes! Do you have a sense of purpose and destiny? Life is too short and amazing and, oh! the romance of it all! </div>
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Fan? Follower? To count the cost. ...heh, to count the cost... perhaps we ought to talk people out of coming up at altar calls? That following Jesus is the greatest adventure but that His grace is audacious and reckless? That it offends our senses to accept something so amazing that's so undeserved? Undeserved. And yet. And that beautiful moment when we are transparent in the mess. To step into a lifetime of following, pressing into, Grace.</div>
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And if I intentionally broke off the tiniest of corners on enough HEALTHY habits that took me closer to achieving those crazy-big goals... Whooweee! What would that look like?!</div>
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And money. It's just another term of measurement. To gauge where we're at in the journey and how much we'll need to get to where we're going. Maybe we only need a half of a dollar. Or maybe hundreds of millions. Where is the destination?</div>
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You know me, I'll ask this until my dying day: What keeps you awake at night? What gets you up in the morning? What makes your heart race? Purpose. Destiny. You are created to be a blessing.</div>
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How can I best serve you? What do you most need to achieve your goals in the next 100 days?</div>
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