I can't believe it's been nearly two weeks since I've blogged. Whoops. Somehow I blinked and those two weeks were gone, gone with little checked off my to-do list. (So, yeah, I know I'm behind releasing Vance's books. Sorry about that.) I feel like all of the amazing momentum I'd built up just came screeching to a halt. As tempting as it is to go off on a tangent about why my productivity has been reduced to zero, I think I'd rather talk about something happy.
If you've followed my blog for very long, you know I have a sometimes-series called "Leave Your Mark," where I feature guest bloggers who talk about how they use their skills and talents to make the world a better place. There are times I ask people to write a post and they respond that they don't feel like their input is enough to make a real difference. It always makes me a little sad when I get this response, sad that the person doesn't see just how important they are.
A couple of friends of mine at church have recently started a "person of the week" post in our Facebook group. Each week, they pick one person from our little church to publicly thank for their contribution. Another friend has started giving out one thank you note a week to tell the person how they're special. Our world needs more of this. Today alone, there were hostages held at gunpoint in two separate cities. Really, on any given day, reading the headlines can leave you with the feeling that the world is falling apart. Reading my Facebook feed leaves me feeling we've forgotten how to be kind to one another. For my own part, I'm determined to keep focusing on the good, to be kind, to search for light.
So I'm going to begin starting my week by calling out a Person of the Week. I welcome your suggestions - if you know of someone who makes this world a brighter place and you want to publicly thank them for it, email me and let me know. If I haven't heard from you, I'll just keep posting my own. I'm pretty blessed to be surrounded by some pretty fantabulous people, after all.
Jeanie is one of the women in my Sunday school class. We've gone to church together for a while, but I didn't know her super well until our little class began. Now I can't imagine my world without her. She has a no-nonsense way about her that I admire, and I get the sense that she could personify "mama bear" if need be.
Here's what I absolutely adore about Jeanie: She's honest, tenacious, humble, kind beyond measure, and always willing to help - even people she has no reason to like. When we were working on the foundation for our house, she came over and spent the entire day on her hands and knees, digging through the dirt and rock to help. Whether it's family, friends, or total strangers - if Jeanie finds out you need something, you can bet it'll be done. Need an ear? Jeanie. Need a smile? Jeanie. Not only does she brighten my world with her presence, but she is constantly striving to be a better person, to be a better Christian. Being around her challenges me to be a better person, a better Christian.
The funny thing: if you asked Jeanie if she makes the world a better place, she'd say no. Or she'd laugh self-consciously and wave you off. But she does make it a better place, every single day, just by being who she is. The world can definitely use more people like Jeanie in it!
Just a few of the conversations heard around my house today...
Dylan: I choke you to show you I love you (Promise, nobody actually choked anybody else)
Blake: I used to have a crush on that pretty girl you worked with. Remember when I wanted to send her a lock of my hair? Girls like that sort of thing. (The pretty girl is my editor, whom I still work with. I'm fairly certain I convinced him not to send the aforementioned lock of hair. Maybe I'm just telling myself I did.)
Me: You can't use my crutches to joust. (I guess they technically can, since they were, but they really shouldn't.)
Me: Blake, what were we talking about earlier?
Blake: Was it when you told me not to break anything? Because I just broke the mirror.
Chris: I think someone's using your crutches recklessly. It's Blake. I can tell without even looking. (There's a bit of a theme there. Apparently crutches are fun and I didn't get the memo.)
Dylan: It's that point in the night where I'm slap happy and you are not amused. (Said just before deciding it's probably time for bed.)
I love my boys. They keep life interesting. (I didn't say that one; I just thought it. Or maybe reminded myself of it is more accurate.)
Rolling hills that had been vibrant green just weeks ago were now muted in tone, as if they were taking a deep breath before bursting into the song of fall.