tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-63787350914851418872012-02-16T21:16:09.168-06:00danahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04522831448970063652noreply@blogger.comBlogger481100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6378735091485141887.post-5544355112484759682011-07-15T16:44:00.008-05:002011-07-16T17:02:10.627-05:00

It seems like nearly every conversation I have lately involves my plans post graduation; as if a Masters Degree somehow equates with being complete and having life all figured out. The uneasy feeling in the pit of my stomach was named today while at breakfast with a dear friend. "It seems like you're waiting for a lot. That can be great. That's where we learn the most." Hmm... My friend's

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Maybe it's because I've worked in a church for the last 7 years of my life, but I'm acutely aware of Mother's Day every year and all the emotions wrapped up in it. It's like an awkward junior high dance to try and honor Mother's Day as a part of the Sunday service without acknowledging those for whom motherhood is an aching dream or those for whom memories of their own mother are extremely

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Disappointment has four syllables yet it conjures responses consisting of one-syllable, four-letter words. It's frustrating, exhausting, cyclical, and painful. You feel like you've been had. You're the butt of some cosmic joke - except you don't get it. It's not even remotely funny. Disappointment occurs when expectation and reality converge in a tangled mess of hurt. You've built something up

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It's that time of the year when the marquee reads "Thanksgiving" and our hearts are encouraged to reflect on thankfulness. But can it be more than a directive? Can it be more than just a short burst of a holiday so easily overshadowed by parades, football games, and super savings with doorbuster deals? Please tell me it's more than the ringing of the ceremonial gong indicating the start of the

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In approximately 6 days I will technically be in the same room with the Donald Miller. Now, I recognize that for most people the mention of that name causes you to scratch your head in confusion and say to yourself, "Who?". That's because he is a Christian Celebrity. What does that even mean? The fact that I'm attempting to strategize my potential meeting with Mr. Miller six days in advance (

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I realize I have taken an extended hiatus from writing in my "oh so eloquent" blog. That phrase actually doesn't even make sense. How can something called a "blog" be eloquent? It sounds messy. It sounds unpolished and unrehearsed and unrefined. Not unlike how I feel these days. Let me explain... I am just about to enter my third month of my practicum for my Marriage and Family Therapy masters

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I’m reading Don Miller’s new book. I feel like that in itself is a confession because I told myself I wasn’t allowed to break the binding until all my homework for the fall quarter was completed. I have one 10-page paper looming over me like an anvil from an old cartoon ready to fall and squish my head, so I thought I deserved a distraction. Whew! I feel better having confessed that and

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A few weeks ago I had the opportunity to travel to Asia and before you think this post is about my wonderful adventure, let me say, I will save that for another date. Today’s story is however about something that occurred while jaunting halfway around the world. A friend had used my MacBook to access something via her thumb drive and my hard drive crashed...well, twenty minutes later it crashed.

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I have a big brother. I’ve never written about him because, like most sibling relationships, ours was tumultuous at best. From summer afternoons spent being forced to play the “robber” in cops and robbers with the neighborhood boys to dirty sock ambushes suffocating my face while my brother pinned me down on the couch as well as the classic loogie fake, I was subjected to the most common “big

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If there is one character trait that I could eradicate from my being, it would have to be my crabbiness. Yes, I said it. Does admitting the fact that I have some crabbiness in me, give me any points? Like GI Joe says, "Knowing is half the battle". Can I be given a tiny bit of credit? Maybe? Just a tidge? I didn't think so. A few weeks ago I had my first meeting with the team I'll be traveling to

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I have a confession to make. I am a habitual page-skipper. Like stealing cookies from the cookie jar before dinner, I often peek ahead to the last page of a chapter or, gasp, even the last page of the entire book. I can trace this impropriety back to when I started buying my own books. I’d quickly grow insecure of my “loitering” in the aisle at Barnes and Noble or Target and feel a need to

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I need you more than you need me.I need Africa more than Africa needs me.On April 25 I’ll be running a half-marathon in Nashville with my friend, Mel. The problem is Mel lives in Sioux Falls, SD and I live in Minneapolis. So, I’m training alone and have absolutely no motivation aside from the few hundred dollars I have invested into my plane ticket and marathon registration. When I lived in CA, I

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Did I get your attention? Before you think this post is about some embittered, poor woman destined for membership in the "Old Maid Club" complete with a lifetime supply of cats, let me assure you. It is not. I am a tennis player. I eagerly peeked through the fence holes watching my dad play when I was barely old enough to walk on my own. As I grew older, my dad would tote my grade-school self

danahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04522831448970063652noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6378735091485141887.post-78383630311168485602009-02-05T16:31:00.000-06:002009-02-05T14:42:42.565-06:00

One of my friends from college started a list long before Jack Nicholson and Morgan Freeman made lists of the "bucket variety" famous. About a year and a half before Melodee's 30th birthday she dreamed up a list of thirty things she'd like to do before she turned 30. You can check it out here. My girl Mel is ambitious and inspiring. After completing her measly list of 30, she continued on.

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A new quarter started a few weeks ago and already I'm failing at getting ahead of my assignments. It's not a new habit for me, I've been perfecting it for years and years. Growing up, my family was known for their timeliness. The Ward clan was never late. In fact, I remember showing up early more times than I can remember. Believe me, it's a bit awkward when you show up for a party and the

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My new favorite song is You Found Me by The Fray. About two years ago I got a call from a former intern who gave me free tickets to The Fray show. He had grown up in youth group with two of the band members in CO and when voicemails got returned, he and his fiancee received better tickets and backstage passes, which left him with two extra tickets for a sold out show. "FREE? The Fray? Yes,

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Not unlike the “School of Hard Knocks” the School of Contentment takes in the rough-edged people needing to learn something. The difference is those entering the School of Contentment have more than likely already taken the beating.I ashamedly admit I’m only a part-time student in the School of Contentment at the present time. Full-time enrollment would require me to give up so much of my whining

danahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04522831448970063652noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6378735091485141887.post-34856625969448391802008-12-08T15:02:00.001-06:002008-12-08T21:05:14.067-06:00

This past Saturday I endured one too many helpings of Christmas cheer...and completely lost it. That's right, I was officially Grinch-ified. Working in a church is especially taxing during the Holidays. I get so burnt out on the songs, the decorations, the concerts, the productions, and the services that by December 1, I'm ready for it to all be over and...ugh, it's just begun.Like the mall Santa

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I am currently sitting in Hermeneutics class and as we were discussing empirical versus implied authorship a classmate brought up this website. FoundInterpret away. Isn't it amazing how we want to interpret and know the context surrounding everything? It's heartbreaking, hilarious, and what the ? all at the same time. Warning: A bit addicting. My professor called me out in front of the whole

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I broke down and purchased the John Mayer, Live at the Nokia Theatre album a couple of weeks ago. I knew it had many of the same songs as the Continuum album, which I already have, but I really, really wanted his version of Free Fallin' (it makes you say, "Tom Petty who?"). To my surprise, the narcissistic Mayer pontificates in the middle of the song, Bold As Love. Great. I can't wait to hear a

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Okay, I realize I am going bloggy with two posts in one day, but an email I received today from Tom's shoes ignited an idea I had a few days ago.I recently started playing competitive tennis again. In order to keep up with the other 4.0-ers at Lifetime I needed real tennis shoes. My year and a half old running shoes were downright embarrassing among the tennis clubbers not to mention beginning to

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Growing up my older brother and I were not allowed to have sugared cereal for breakfast. I never knew if it was the result of a health conscious mother or more of a financial decision (having an ad campaign with a talking Toucan is spendy). In any case, sugared cereals became this elusive desire of mine. It seemed like every one of my friends had Fruity Pebbles or Cap'n Crunch induced smiles on

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I stole this from a friend's blog. I couldn't help myself. I have no words...

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Not that I feel blogging is the best place to be transparent, but I ran across something I wrote almost two years ago and I could hardly believe it came from me. We are always on a road of trusting God and not knowing what's next...only God knows. I guess this post is proof that sometimes I do get introspective and a little reflective instead of just a ball of metaphors.Thanksgiving 2006This

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I wrote a couple of weeks ago that I was scheduled to speak during our evening service. It happened. I got called up from the minors and had the honor to speak last night at church.It was amazing to have my friend, Lauren, sing Shadowfeet by Brooke Fraser after my talk. She brought tears to many eyes. I couldn't post Lauren's rendition because of copyright issues, but for the full effect, go to

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Does anyone else think in a narrative form? Last night I lay awake thinking about life and as my thoughts drifted around in my head they seemed to arrange themselves in paragraphs and pages. Maybe our cyber world has become a bit too invasive if I'm thinking in blog terms. It reminds me of a quote from "You've Got Mail" (cheesy I admit, but hang with me). Meg Ryan's character is writing to a

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We can no more force someone to do something than we can bend a spoon with our minds, so why do we try? This morning on the way to work I was in the slow lane of the freeway and noticed the distance between myself and car in front of me closing rather rapidly. Granted, I developed some bad habits navigating the 405 in Orange County daily, but I am not a reckless or dangerous driver. Almost as

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Phrases like "when the rubber meets the road" or "when the sh** hits the fan" never used to pack any kind of punch for me. I always thought they were kitchy little bumper sticker quotes to sprinkle into conversations. But lately, I've been thinking about who I am when the rubber really does meet the road. Who am I when sh** hits the fan? Because it does. No one can escape the realities of life

danahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04522831448970063652noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6378735091485141887.post-42940095296509347522008-10-12T11:50:00.000-05:002008-10-12T12:05:34.817-05:00

Many people think of feeding the homeless on Thanksgiving and Christmas. 363 Days is an organization dedicated to feeding the homeless on the other 363 Days of the year. One of the many services I'm involved in, Soulstice, partnered with 363 last Sunday and made 1,100 sandwiches in less than thirty minutes. It's amazing what we can do...one person at a time. I tried to upload this to You Tube

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I navigate through a myriad of negotiations throughout the course of my day. No, I am not a high-powered, albeit currently deflated Wall Street tycoon. Nor am I a smooth-talking, sweet-selling commercial real estate investor. My negotiations are much more run of the mill, day-to-day, and in a practical vein. My negotiations begin with a ringing alarm clock, "Okay, I'll stop pressing snooze and

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Last night as I was reading to my nephews a phrase literally leaped off the page. I re-read it over and over and wrote it on a post-it note before I left. Christopher Robin says to his good friend, Pooh:"You must remember this: You are braver than you believe, stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think." Lies are plentiful and powerful and so often drown out the truth of who we are in

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A couple of posts ago, I wrote about our Give Yourself Away event. This is a video I created trying to cast the vision for our community. The event was awesome. The Robbie Seay Band were a group of amazing guys. They drove all the way from Oklahoma City to MN because of Hurricane Ike. It was a blessing to us and I pray that this effort continues to be a movement of giving ourselves away instead

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I went on a road trip about a month ago to Spearfish, SD. What is in Spearfish, SD you ask? Good friends. And Sturgis motorcycle rally goers. Apparently I should have checked Harley.com before planning my trip.I went to Sioux Falls first to pick up a friend to join me on the journey. She is a good friend I met my freshman year of college. She was a junior and couldn't stand me. She thought I was

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Ever since I read a quick side note about a Joshua Tree in a book, I've been fascinated and obsessed with these angular, gnarled, and striking trees. They grow and even find a way to thrive in the inhospitable deserts of California, Nevada and Utah. At first glance, Joshua Trees look ugly, harsh, beaten down and weary. They aren't the kind of tree you'd curl under and read your favorite book or

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During my two years as a youth director in Huntington Beach (a.k.a. Surf City, USA), CA I thought it was my duty to take up the sport of surfing. And I thought it would be wicked cool to be a surfer chick.Thanks to some awesome students and their parents, my road to becoming a full-fledged surfer chick was relatively bump free. I had patient teachers, great surf (most of the time) and super cool

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A friend of mine in high school vowed to never watch Forrest Gump. It didn't matter how much time we spent convincing him it was worth watching because that wasn't the point. He felt that the hype had elevated the movie to a height that it would surely not be able to reach upon his viewing.I battled this same expectation as I read The Shack. Although the hype hadn't been as big as a

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Back in the 50's and 60's Art Linkletter hosted a show with a section devoted to chatting with kids aged 5-10. Obviously, I wasn't around to see it live, but I've seen many clips and years later Bill Cosby attempted a show of his own in the late 90's with the same title. I LOVE the silly things kids say. I love how uninhibited they are and how they say exactly what is on their mind. What I also

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Some friends of mine just started a new group, Redpath, and I got to go into the studio to record their process. I thought it would be fun to do sort of a "behind the scenes" peek. This is their first single, "Let Go" produced by Darren Rust. They have another song coming out soon produced by Joel Hanson. I think they're pretty neat-o, but in the very famous words of LeVar Burton, "You

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I'm taking a short reprieve from my usual blend of sassy cynicism to write about a love story that delivers more oohs and ahhs than the silver screen. This year my grandparents will celebrate their 66th wedding anniversary. 66 years! Even as I type, I find myself shaking my head in a dazed disbelief. How can two people be married for 66 years? Maybe my questioning comes from the poisonous

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For what seems like years, but in reality has only been about six months a small group of us have been planning a well...movement for lack of better word. Give Yourself Away 08 is a movement to connect people with needs to the people that can help meet those needs. It's kind of a "needs network". We are launching it on September 14 with a big Robbie Seay Band concert. The catch is you can't get

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So, like most females I love to shop. I have to restrain myself more times than I care to however, because of lack of the ever vital dollar bills.In the ugly wake of consumerism versus lack of money versus "Gosh, I should be doing better things with my money", I stumbled upon the most amazing thing; Tom's shoes www.tomsshoes.com. I'm dying to get these shoes! Not only are they super Cali cool

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Often times I find myself having "aha" moments over and over again. I'm not sure if it's because my brain seems to be partial to exclamation marks or because I'm easily distracted and need to be reminded. In either case I had another "aha" moment last week over a topic I've been wrestling with for quite some time.It began two weeks ago when I joined three other ladies from my church at a woman's

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Since graduating from high school I have lived in three states and about eight different cities. Needless to say I am constantly meeting new people and kid you not as I was typing this a guy at Caribou approached me needing help finding directions to an interview in Bloomington.What do we notice first about people? The way they look? Dress? Talk? How they present themselves? A friendly air about

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Have you ever felt like you were under the thumb of someone or something? Life is full of prescriptive mandates and you play the game according to the set rules or...what? You become a rebel?Can faith be prescriptive? Follow this set of principles, stroll down the "Romans Road", pray a prayer and Bam!, you are saved. For as long as I've been a Christian I have struggled understanding certain

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Here is my first attempt at describing my experience in Africa. My life has been anything but linear these last couple of months so when asked to go to Africa, I jumped on it faster than Angelina hopping on a plane to pick up her next kid. It’s hard to explain Africa. It seems to be the humanitarian cause du jour; social justice is the new “black”. It’s in. It’s trendy. You can wear it on an

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I’m sure when asked in an anonymous poll many people would agree to having regretted at least one significant event in their life. In any given day we make choices that affect the next moment, next day, and the next year of our lives without realizing it. What would it look like to live a life without regrets? No what ifs? No should-a, could-a, would-as. No looking back and wondering how the

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I have the blessing of being in a small group with three ladies that just happen to all be wonderful worship leaders. This past Monday we got into a discussion about guess what? worship.The different questions we tossed around:Does secular music have a place in worship services? And if so, where?What is worship?Where is God in worship?At the risk of bringing up a topic already highly scrutinized,

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