Yes, you read that correctly. My 2-yr old and I were in the world’s tiniest bathroom stall when I fumbled my iPhone and dropped it into the PUBLIC toilet…GROSS! To boot, it was after we had done our business…. EVEN GROSSER!!!!
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So not only did I have to stick my hand in the nasty toilet bowl to rescue my little iPeePhone, but I had to fidget with it as I attemptediPhone-CPR. And you can’t wash, rinse or sanitize it (though 1 chic suggested I put some Clorox on it…hello???). So I guess I’m thankful that nobody will EVER want to use my iPhone, though it still remains that I have to. I salvaged most of it, just one injury: the on/off button doesn’t work anymore. So I have an iPhone that will never shut off. So what’s my point? Are you wondering how can I possibly spin this into some leadHership principle? Wanna bet a new iPhone that I can? Our things: our cars, our jewels, investments & toys – they aren’t bad. God’s richly blessed us with a democracy & economy to have them. I just have one piece of advice: Hold your things in open palms….not clenched fists. When we do, it communicates 2 powerful things: 1. “God, these are yours to take; not mine to keep.” 2. “World, my palms may hold my temporary things; but my heart holds my permanent Savior.”
>In college, my favorite prof was my business prof, Bill Wilson. He introduced me to the Rule of MBWA (pronounced “mah-bwuh”). Which stands for, “Management By Walking Around.”
I hate the cliche, “green with envy,” because envy is hardly green. God said, “A heart at peace gives life to the body, but envy rots the bones.” Rots my bones? Envy is black, man! Because anything that rots turns black. UGH!
Now, jealousy is an attitude toward another person; envy is an attitude toward another person’s success. Double UGH!
Here’s the dealio – envy started in Genesis 1 and we’re still writing its history. It’s a dark part of our human nature & virtually untreatable without God.
Envy is always just around my corner: as I constantly strive to do my best, there’ssomeone else doing better.
I am deathly afraid of envy because I’ve seen its demise in my past. So this post is dedicated to the one I hate: the little-envy Heather, dormant but not dead, inside big-girl Heather. So what am I gonna do? Pray hard! And keep my ruthless resolve to not let little-envy Heather make a comeback.
Look, we’re gonna suck and fail at things, but do we want envy to be one of them? Envy is such an embarrassing, senseless, futile thing to fail at. Anybody with me?
Raul has always been afraid of thrill rides. It’s something he doesn’t prefer & it’s something he does fear. In spite (& for the first time in decades), he hopped on a Ferris wheel so that our little Andy-man could experience it for the first time.
OK, so I’m at Starbux. I can’t help but hear the convo that’s going on at the table in front of me. I almost feel like I should move. It seems this woman is managerially over this guy. It also seems she is evaluating him (based on her papers, posture, and very frank feedback). So this leads to one question and one principal:
1. Where is the line between eavesdropping and overhearing? What one would you say I did? You can see the proximity of me to them in the photo…you decide.
2. If you and me have to evaluate or reprimand each other, let’s not do it at one of the most HIGHLY visible, HIGHLY busiest places of business, k? This poor guy! Just how comfortable can an employee be having a private evaluation in a public place?
OK, well, packing up my things. I’ve heard enough….literally!
>I feel like talking about what happens after I die. Death is something I’ve never felt scared to discuss. Here are some things that matter after I die and why:
1. I don’t want a funeral service; I want an FRC service. Look, my funeral is where I’ll have the best chance of getting those I’ve tried to reach all my life to finally come to church. So IAM gonna leverage that. And Ricky, Fuller, Allen, and Heredes….you better include “Came to My Rescue.”
>Hey Everybody! I’m on vacation at the tippy-top of a Smoky Mountain–where the view is breathtaking and the reception stinks! Anywho, finally got a connection!
I wonder if Mary had a thought like this:
“Angel, I was hoping you could accompany me as I return to my world–to help me explain the supernatural inside of me?” But the angel didn’t. And Mary continued her mission, alone.
And as history is writing our story, we often experience the same thing. God gives us a supernatural, almost outlandish mission.
Yet we find ourselves returning to our worlds to explain it, to obey it…alone.
The world might laugh. Our peers might jeer. And we might think:“But God, I can’t…” “God, how will I….?” “God, they’ll never believe me….”What was it about Mary? It was her F-A-I-T-H
God gives us supernatural missions because He is the great Supernatural-Provider in each of us.