July 15, 2017


Oh this word. Rejection. It brings up all sorts of things, emotions, pain. But also hope. In thinking about this for Project Something Beautiful I kept coming back to this...

When I think of the word "rejection," my first thought is Psalm 118:22 "The stone the builders rejected has become the cornerstone." This often is used in reference to King David and then to Jesus Christ. But the underlying principle applies to many, many people. Perhaps you have done something bad in your life; perhaps you don't quite fit the same mold as everyone else; perhaps others have ignored you, disdained you, torn you down, rejected you. That rejection is only one part of your life and your interaction with others. God may have something bigger and better in store for you. Rejection is not the end.

In college I took a psychology class that was more of a group therapy session than a class. I'm still not sure what the point was supposed to be. In this "class" we were encouraged to share feelings and emotions. Somehow, and I don't remember the details, I shared that I found another member of the class attractive (it was appropriate at the time - I don't just blurt out that kind of thing, even back then). And, there it was - rejection. Because he didn't feel the same. I wasn't expecting a TV style movie ending, but I also wasn't expecting complete rejection. I had pretty much forgotten about this episode until I was thinking about this project. And then it came back to me. The humiliation and embarrassment, the feeling of being on the outside. But I didn't quit, I grew. It was only one part of my life. One lesson in this adventure we get to live. There is so much more. 

We never know what will come next and we certainly can't control all of it. If all of us would see with God's eyes, there might not be so much rejection in the world. Perhaps, there would be more love.

For more in the Project Something Beautiful, see Lisa's post here: Lisa Lynett Photography

July 2, 2017

Project Beautiful ~ FEARLESS

I am not fearless. I am so far from fearless. To me, FEARLESS isn’t a lack of fear, rather it encompasses a willingness to admit and face the scary things in life. Both concrete and ethereal. Tangible and intangible.

As I’ve gotten older, I’ve become more of a worrier and one who doesn’t take a lot of risk. I can see disaster and or disappointment around every corner. It seems that “What if?” can only be answered by the worst that can happen – not the best. My equation always seems to end up with a negative solution in my head. In reality, rarely does the worst happen. But yet I can’t seem to let go. I know it’s a problem.

Recently, my husband finished the four-year build project on his 1965 Ford Falcon Sedan Delivery. He restored it and amped up everything on it. We now own a hot rod! Just the thought of all that power & speed & loud engine and exhaust was enough to make me sure I’d never drive it. FEAR. Nerves. Trepidation. What if… What if… What if… What if…. Nuh Huh.. not me. 

But I faced my nerves with my husband in the passenger seat. I steeled myself and started the engine. Oh, this felt different, sounded different. Oh. My. Goodness. I learned how to put it in gear – it’s an automatic but there are tricks to this particular shifting mechanism. Foot securely on the brake, I put her in drive. And she just wanted to jump out of the garage. Stiff accelerator; slow push to the brakes; rear view mirror that vibrates & doesn’t stay put; low to the ground where scraping on a driveway is a concern (fear!); tiny side view mirrors combined with no – I mean NO – side visibility; and the rumble. She’s loud. Foot off the brake, to the accelerator, slight push and just like that I’m driving her. Around town and on the freeway to our first car show out of town 370 miles away.

Thanks to my husband for taking pics of me driving Surfbird

Safely at the car show - she's a beauty!

Being FEARLESS means a reward, right????

Maybe it will get easier with the next thing.