Do You Feel You’ve Arrived?

I remember a lady saying to me, “Now I’ve arrived.” This lady felt she had arrived because she had a big house, car, and her husband had a business making a lot of money.  I remember feeling sorry for her thinking, “But what if you lose all those things, what does that mean?” A big house, car, and salary do not equal success or arrival. It certainly doesn’t mean you’ve got it together mentally, emotionally, financially, or spiritually. It may just mean you’ve been able to accumulate some things, and hopefully in the process saved some money. This particular economy has exposed and made vulnerable many who felt they had arrived. In reality, most people who think they have arrived because of their lifestyle and “stuff”,  if the truth were told, have not arrived at all.

 

A Relationship
This year my parents celebrated their 52nd wedding anniversary. They are still together, in love, happy, have eight grown healthy children, and are financially sound. Additionally, they are blessed with 19 grandchildren, two great grandchildren, and two more great-grands on the way. My parents and grandparents stayed married, raised their children, worked together towards their goals, paid their mortgages off early, and realized their dreams. They lived their life and accomplished their goals without accumulating debt, messed up credit, going broke, and with a sane mind. Would you say they’ve arrived?

 

Retirement
It wasn’t long ago when homes were paid off when people were in their 40’s, 50’s and 60’s. People weren’t using the equity in their home as a credit card, or refinancing to live the life they had always envisioned. The average person used to live within their means whether they had zero, two, three, or ten children. People use to have a destination called retirement. Most people accomplished this fate without owing student loans, mortgages, department stores, car payments, and credit cards. The mindset was to leave an inheritance for their children and their children’s children. In the past, people lived in the same decent size home and paid it off. They drove cars that were paid for – not leased. Many were frugal, saved, sacrificed, prepared, and made a way out of no way for themselves and their children. Would you say the previous generation had arrived?

 

A Destination
Money and material things do not equal happiness, or mean that one has arrived. Matter of fact, nothing we possess, touch, or feel is even promised to be here tomorrow. I believe “arriving” is a destination. A destination may be for a season, a short-journey, a long-road, a move, or a spontaneous leap of faith. One thing to realize, the destination you arrive at can be rescheduled, subject to change, or terminated at any time. However, be encouraged knowing that God holds the key to what, where, when, and how you arrive. Now when you understand that truth, you really have arrived.

 

Sharman Lawson is a financial coach, speaker, and author of the book 12 Steps to Eliminate Debt Forever!   Visit her website at www.sharmanlawson.com. 

 



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The Back Story

The nightly news can be depressing.  Story after story of crime and unfortunate circumstances play like a slideshow of doom and gloom.  Call it strange but I am particularly drawn to the mug shots and videos of those accused of various crimes.  At times, when watching in the company of others, extremely negative terms are used for these individuals.  I have also heard others say just what they would do to them if they had the chance.  Some of the crimes are horrific and unimaginable, and there is definitely no excuse for mistreating or harming another.  However, when I look at the photos and into the eyes of these men and women, I realize that these are some mothers’ children. I also know there is a back story.  It seems to be more common and almost trendy to hear the term “back story”.  The term refers to the history that leads up to an event, situation, or person.

In March of this year, I was captivated as the story of Jamie Hood broke.  Accurately, it wasn’t as much the story of Jamie Hood, as it was the story of Elmer “Buddy” Christian.  Jamie Hood took the life of officer Elmer “Buddy” Christian. Hood shot the officer as he was approached in a police cruiser.  Hood was on the run, facing charges for several crimes.  Officer Christian left a wife and 2 children to live without him.  I don’t personally know the story of either of these men.  However now, by the accounts of the news, one will be known to most as a “cop killer”, and the other leaves a legacy of a  hard working, loving Father, son, and husband whose life was much too brief.

What was the journey that led to these events?  I wondered, as I watched with sadness the media interview by the mothers of Jamie Hood and Officer Christian. I felt pain for each, as their eyes showed the emptiness brought on by new loss.  Mother- to- mother, I realized both had a son like me.  Both mothers had most likely experienced a day in which they had given birth, held their sons, and had dreams for these boys.  I wondered how the pages read of the story that began at birth and told a story that either ended or changed with this tragedy.  What was the back story?  Especially for Jamie Hood, I wondered, “How did a story read that led to such a climax?”

As his story went, did someone listen to his fears as a child?  Did anyone pay attention enough to see what his talents were?  Did he recognize just what his passions and gifts were?  Did he have one person in the world that could and was willing to support his dreams and help make them come true?  He may have.  I didn’t know the answers to these questions and realized that someone very well could have been there to positively encourage Jamie Hood and love him.  There are no guarantees.  We all know we can do what seems like all the right things - pray, talk, encourage, and work to make situations positive, and things still happen.

I have learned as I grow more mature in age, have more personal experiences, and draw closer to Christ that I am not to judge in any situation. What I am supposed to do, and now choose to do, is pray.  I pray for my own children, that they will seek the Lord and follow Him.  I pray for those like Jamie Hood, that have found trouble on their path. I pray that they will seek forgiveness.  I pray for the family of Officer Christian, that they will find peace and comfort in suffering a loss that they should not have had to experience.

I also pray for the 34 sixth grade boys on our basketball team.  I pray long and hard for them.  I pray for them by name and for their parents by name.  These boys are walking in what will one day  be their “back story”. They are walking the journey to manhood.  I watch them on and off the court and realize what critical years they are now living.  The questions, both asked and unasked are many.  They are trying to find their way, be accepted, and find their place in the world.  As I observe, I realize that oftentimes the roles of the coaches are more than calling plays and winning games.  They, along with parents and guardians act as mentors, and through their words and actions can assist in affirming these men in the making.  The coaches, along with the act of playing the sport help to create the “back story” for the boys that will hopefully assist in building confidence and character.  These characteristics can help with better decision making.  I have to wonder if many of the men and women in the mug shots on the news had found “their thing” to be passionate about and someone to encourage and support them in it continuously, would their story be different?

We often hear, “it’s not about me”.  It is not.  It is really not even about just our households.  As part of the African proverb goes…”it takes a village”…to help create a “back story” that leads to a positive life story. We are called to reach out to those on the path, to help lead them in a positive direction.  We are also called  for those who may not have had such a positive back story, and thus went in the wrong direction, to choose to pray and not judge; remembering that everyone is some mother’s child.  Even more importantly, like you, they are God’s child.

Tracey Evans is an insurance underwriter who has a passion for writing.  She enjoys developing programs attached to youth sports and extracurricular activities. Tracey is in the process of developing a ministry and organization, Moms of Champions and Champions Chance.  Moms of Champions is a ministry of moms who pray for and encourage excellence in their children who participate in sports and other activities.  Champions Chance is an organization in the making that will provide funding for children to find “their thing” and participate.  She can be contacted at momsofchampions@yahoo.com.


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It’s Contagious!

Last year, I had the pleasure of chaperoning the “5th grade social” at my son’s school. What was not a pleasure was watching all the grubby little hands reach in bowls of chips without utensils, and grab and touch 5 cookies before they found the one they would get. Yes, I was a mom on germ alert. Isn’t that what mommies do?  The moment we find out something is contagious, our protection antennas go up and we want our children to take showers in hand sanitizer.

On another note… In an attempt to motivate our team, a coach told our basketball players in a pre-game speech that ”hard work is contagious.” The phrase really stuck with me and I reference it frequently. Being successful in making our kids understand this is powerful. If they understand this thought, then they know that if they work hard it will spread from one player to the next, or one student to the next.  A team of hardworking players equals success.

Our children must know their faith is contagious as well. Hesitantly, I allowed my son to get on facebook. I have found out it is a good way for me to learn about the children he is around. I cannot be at lunch or in the halls. I cannot be in the conversations taking place after sports practice, or at the games. I can’t be in every conversation he has with his friends. I can read his facebook, and the comments he and his friends make.   It is a great way for me to monitor, and therefore teach. Reading the comments, I learn a lot; the good , the silly, and yes, the comments that may cause my eyes to widen and lead to a “teachable moment”.   There are more good and silly things than eye brow raising ones.  One comment I saw read as follows:

“I am a Competitor now and forever. I am made to strive, to strain, to stretch and to succeed in the arena of competition. I am a Christian Competitor, and as such,I face my challenge with the face of Christ.”

This is the Fellowship of Christian Athletes creed. The child that posted this was making a statement. Just like the swine flu, hard work, attitude, whooping cough….faith too is contagious.

Our children will be in many different atmospheres with various types of people. Wherever they are…what will they be carrying? When they get close to someone, what will they give them? Whatever they have will be infectious to others. Today, I am asking God for help and direction to infect my children with a lot of Jesus to spread to the world.

Tracey Evans is an insurance underwriter who has a passion for writing.  She enjoys developing programs attached to youth sports and extracurricular activities. Tracey is in the process of developing a ministry and organization, Moms of Champions and Champions Chance.  Moms of Champions is a ministry of moms who pray for and encourage excellence in their children who participate in sports and other activities.  Champions Chance is an organization in the making that will provide funding for children to find “their thing” and participate.  She can be contacted at momsofchampions@yahoo.com.


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