Family Vision Statement

My cell group leader, Hannah, is not only a great teacher and mentor, but she’s a killer graphic design artist.  For Christmas last year, she made every person and family in her cell group these vision statement cards.  Obviously, each person’s said something slightly different that represented their unique passions and talents.

We display ours in our living room, so that we’re constantly reminded of the deeper truth and desires of our family.  It is especially helpful to glance at on days where dishes, chores, etc., etc. feel like they are taking over.  For me, this vision statement is also a good reminder that relationships and people are what is most important in life – not productivity/perfectionism, which is something I can naturally gravitate towards.

Hannah also made one for each of her two kids and printed them as posters to hang over each child’s bed.  I wish I had pictures to show because they look really cool and her kids love them because the posters represent who they are, what they’re good at and their dreams about what they want to become.  (I seriously think she needs to open an Etsy shop and sell these because what kid wouldn’t want their own personalized dream poster?!)

Anyway, what’s your personal or family vision statement?  Or what words do you display around your home to inspire and encourage you?

For Great Grandma Alice

This morning at 2:30am my great grandmother Alice Lockhert passed away at 100 years old.  Despite her age, she lived in her own home until the final few days of her life.  She loved oil painting, gardening, her family and since she never owned a computer, the highlight of her day was often when the mailman stopped by and delivered her letters and the stacks of catalogs that she liked to order. 

It was a sort of ongoing joke in my family about how many stamps she went through per month.  She loved to send money to any and every organization that sent her postcards asking for donations.  Even to the society that takes care of orphan cats.  Is that even a real organization? I dont’ know, but I think she sent them money anyway…  However, the comedic part of her generosity was that in reality it was my grandparent’s money that she was so-generously giving away.  So they weren’t always too keen on her giving habits, even though I’m sure they felt bad for all the orphaned kittens around the world too.

I have a lot of special memories of my great grandma Alice.  Most of which are wrapped up in humor considering that I only knew her during her late 80′s and beyond;  A time when people tend to get a little “funny.”

So in honor of great grandma Alice, I’ll share a few of my favorite memories with you: 

She didn’t hear well, so if I wanted to tell her something I had to yell it to her.  That’s something  I never got comfortable doing.

She also didn’t speak very clearly because of her old, worn-out vocal chords so I have many memories of nodding and smiling when I had no idea what she was saying.  A good life-skill and ability that has helped me as I pursue a career in  Public Relations! 

She made cookies every year for Christmas that were too rock solid to eat. 

One time I watched Wheel of Fortune with her at the highest volume setting on the TV. 

For a reason I will probably never know, she had a white porceline toilet in her backyard that she had peculiarly planted flowers in.  I guess that’s old school DIY for ya!       

She had gorgeous ice-blue colored eyes and whenever she kissed me goodbye her bright lipstick stuck to my cheeks. 

Every single year she would mix up my birthday with my sisters.  So I always got a birthday card in March and Devan always got mine in September.

Whenever I visited I would ask to see her oil paintings that hung in a spare bedroom in her house.  She didn’t paint very much anymore during the time I knew her, but I always liked to look at them even if they always were the same paintings.

One time I drove her home after a Thanksgiving dinner and she spent the ride across town telling me about how she personally never learned to drive and what a privelage it was that I had that opportunity.

And probably my favorite collection of memories of my great grandma Alice is our shared love for writing.  Because of the difficulty I had hearing her and speaking to her, we developed a special friendship through written letters and the sharing of our writing.  Although her handwriting was sometimes just as hard to interpret as her speech, her letters were fun to read because they became cases of deciphering written code.  Sometimes a simple card took me thirty minutes to figure out, but it was always well worth it.

Most times she wrote about her gardening and the weather, but other times she shared with me about how she met her husband and how she developed a relationship with the Lord.  Writing back and forth about Jesus became something that occured often and she would always encourage me to stay strong in my faith.   

She wrote poems that displayed her spunk, love of life and sometimes her stubbornness.  Apparently after being in a car accident and experiencing whiplash she was given pain medication for many years.  Her poetry and use of sarcasm displayed her feelings of dislike towards the pills and how they made her feel.   I’m thankful to my aunt Susan who made copies of her writings and put them together in a binder that I was given at her 100th birthday party earlier in February; something I will always cherish. 

And in return I would write her back telling her about my big move to California, informing her that I had met the man I would marry and letting her know about how my job was going.  When I wrote a story or a poem that I was particularly proud of I would make sure to print it out and mail it to her also. 

I like to think that my love for writing was at least in part influenced by her.  Maybe she passed along a creative gene that I was blessed enough to inherit. 

Whatever the case, I carry happy, loving memories of Alice.  She was a strong woman of faith and I hope to carry on the family tradition.

Thoughtful Little Things

I have a very thoughtful mother.  Which is a large part of why I think I tend to value thoughtfulness more than almost any other quality in friendships, in relationships in general, and in myself.

A few months ago Jon and I each took a personality test called The Flag Page Test after watching the DVD series called Laugh Your Way To A Better Marriage.  Hilarious btw, as you may expect from the title, and very helpful too.

The Flag Page Test helps determine what motivates you and allows you to better understand what motivates your spouse.  Our results were very insightful and have been a meaningful part of us seeking to understand each other’s unique differences.  The results don’t so much focus on what you like in other people, but rather read like this:

I feel best about myself when other people notice ______ in me.

Not surprisingly, as the test showed, Jon feels most valued and fulfilled when he is able to make people laugh, entertain, and lead others.  My results were a bit more touchy-feely.  My top five motivators included people acknowledging the following qualities in me: Thoughtful, Creative, Loves People, Witty, and Inspirational.

So as much as I get all those warm and fuzzys when someone else appreciates the thoughtful card I wrote or the gift I picked out especially just for them, I also highly value thoughtfulness in others.  Not that I constantly need others thinking about me, but how nice is it to meet up with a friend for coffee where instead of just plopping down and doing the usual catch up on life routine, your friend sits down and excitedly tells you,

Oh, the other day I was in this shop downtown and I saw a cookie jar that would totally match your kitchen!  You have to go check it out!

Little things like that, to me, that say ‘I actually occasionally think about you even when we are not face-to-face,’ mean a lot to me.

Like for example, in January I was walking downtown on my lunch break when suddenly the dreary winter day turned sunny, so I removed my emerald green scarf and hooked it over the side of my purse.  Two blocks later my scarf was gone and even after frantically backtracking it was nowhere to be found.  I spent the rest of my lunch break powerwalking the downtown streets, looking for the chump who had snagged my scarf off the pavement, rather than chasing me down to return it.  Grrr!

After returning to work, in my sadness and frustration, I used my status update on Facebook to inform my online community of friends about the tragedy that had taken place.

Then a few hours later I deleted the status simply because I felt dumb about venting about a silly lost scarf…even though it was my favorite scarf…ever.

Fast forward two months.  I’m in Spokane with Jon visiting my family.  We make dinner plans with my long-time dear friend Jessica and her husband Ted.  When we arrive at their house we get the grand tour and then Jessica hands me a gift bag with a big ribbon tied to the handles.  I opened it and to my utter surprise I pulled out a beautiful green scarf, almost identical to the one I had lost.  I can’t explain how happy I felt and how that thoughtful gift completely touched my heart.  Not just because she had wanted to get me a gift, but because she had cared about something that I specifically cared about as well; AKA: getting my scarf back.

So, back to my mother.  She is The Queen of Thoughtfulness and I was the blessed recipient of her thoughtfulness this morning when I walked out my front door and found a slender Target package sitting on my doormat.  My mom regularly buys things for my sister and I that she plans on saving for our birthday or Christmas, but because of her constantly thoughtful ways, oftentimes she can’t stand to wait that long to give the gift.  Really, there aren’t many places my mom goes where she’s not thinking about doing something nice for someone else.

So I opened the package and found the cutest, flowy, summer dress under the sun!  Not only is my mom thoughtful but she has the ability to dress me better than I can dress myself;  a quality I didn’t appreciate much growing up but have come to love.  She claims she has the help of my sister, which is true, but she’s good on her own too, I believe.

The dress fit perfectly and I’m excited to have such a nice lightweight sun dress to wear to a summer wedding or to some BBQs throughout the year.  The elastic waistband gives hip-less gals like myself a little more curve,  and best of all, its not super short.  There’s nothing that makes me more uncomfortable than wearing skirts or dresses that expose the upper half of my thigh to each and every by passer on the sidewalk.

So thank you mom for being so thoughtful.  I truly appreciate and admire that quality in you.  And I like that I’ll never be too old for a Christmas stocking or Easter candy in your eyes.

Love,

Erin

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The Art of Story Telling

This afternoon was peaceful and sunny and I got to spend thirty minutes of it driving down the 101 to Santa Maria to attend a seminar for my job.  About twenty of us gathered in the Radisson Hotel’s small conference room to attend a seminar called StorySelling for Non Profits. 

I was instantly jealous of the man who lead the seminar.  His job is to help businesses and people learn how to tell a story in a way that can produce a desired outcome.  He talked about what kind of stories to use and then broke it down even further describing what kinds of things are important when telling a story.  So his job title literally is “Master Storyteller.”  Again, I’m very jealous.  So as you can imagine, the seminar was highly entertaining as he, of course, constantly used stories to help teach us and relay his message.   

It made me think a lot about what I love to do.  I love to write.  To communicate things.  I’d like to be better at standing up in front of an audience and speaking, but I’ll admit that I’m much more comfortable communicating from behind a computer screen.  I have a lot in my head and sometimes it doesn’t all come out right when I don’t have the grace to type a sentence over three times before it sounds right. 

But today also made me think a lot about the Gospel Story.  Sometimes I’ve heard it referred to as the gospel, and other times it’s called the gospel story.  But after experiencing this seminar today, I think that “gospel story” makes more sense because when we as Christians simply state facts about what happened: 

  • Jesus came to the earth for us, he died for our sins, he rose again and now we can believe in Him and live our lives for him…

I think a lot of times we lose our audience just after we say “Jesus.”  Not that anything I stated above is false.  It’s just that no matter what the topic is, listing off facts or information about something isn’t very interesting.  Facts allow your mind wander and by the time you’re done telling someone about how the Son of God died for them they are already thinking about what flavor of smoothie they are going to order on their lunch break.

But on the other hand stories captivate an audience.  They pull you in.  They tug on your heart strings and leave you bubbling with emotion by creating a metaphor in which the listener can see himself within the story. 

So what does this mean in terms of how I present the gospel?  I don’t really know yet.  I need a lot more time to think about it than the thirty minutes I had driving home from Santa Maria.  But I do know that I don’t ever want to talk about my Lord and Savior in a way that’s boring.  Because the gospel story is riveting!  It’s dramatic and like we as Christians know, it illicits an immediate response.  However I think sometimes we tell it, I tell it, in the same fashion that we would use to talk about what we ate for lunch yesterday; it’s not very exciting. 

So maybe in the coming days I will craft a story that tells the gospel in a way that when I am talking with someone and the Lord gives me an opportunity, instead of saying “Have you heard about how Jesus did this for you…?”  I will pause and say, “If you have a moment, I would love to tell you the most amazing story you have every heard.” 

In the meantime, I thought I’d share a section of my notes from the seminar today.

5 Secrets To Becoming A Master Story Teller

1.      Listen Before You Speak

  •         Know who you’re talking to and what they care about

2.      Tell What’s True In You

  • people see through smoke screens.  Tell a true story.  People can feel when they’re being lied to.

3.      A Hero With A Problem

  • Make sure you have a problem or conflict point in the story.  There must be an “overcoming point” or conflict resolution in each good story

4.      Get Hooked On A Feeling

  • People are more motivated by how they feel about something than the logic behind it
  • So use details
  • Pause and see it (aka: act it out in your facial expressions and body language)
  • Feel it (you must “feel your story” as you tell it.  Otherwise people will see that you don’t really believe it yourself)

5.      And Your Point Is…?

  • Know your point in advance.  What do you want your listeners to do after hearing your story?
  • Throw out what doesn’t contribute to your overall point
  • Keep it short and sweet