...the doorbell rang, I opened the door and two punks sprayed me in the face. Nice.

I've grown accustomed to standing in line at Starbucks. I started standing in line for it in 1996. But today was a shocker for my iconic coffee experience. In line, the man in front of me ordered something and the barista said, "We're out." I didn't pay much attention (but he was ticked!). Then it was my turn to order my large hot coffee. And that's when the barista said (again), "We're out." As my mind entered some turbulent vortex of confusion, she said, "We're out of
all coffee at the moment, but can we get you an iced coffee?" AGH!!! So guess where I got my hot coffee today? McDonalds. Why? Because they weren't out!
I called. You answered.
Recently, my boss/pastor/friend gave us 6 personal challenges for the next 75 days. Here they are with my straight-up answers...
When you go on vacation, do you:
Just went thru my blogroll & discovered that several were inactive...I deleted them. So if you wanna be on the LeadHership blogroll, leave a comment, cause I've got some open real estate!
I missed 3 weeks of training with the team 'cause my lungs got funky again. It was discouraging because I wanted to be out there so bad. Coach Debita kept telling me, "Don't worry, your legs have memory." I thought she was crazy. But lo and behold, when I returned to the hills to run with the gang today, I knocked out 4.5 miles. Why? My legs had memory! They didn't forget the "good" I gave them on the months leading up to the last 3 weeks. You know what?! Our minds are the same! Often we see our minds as only remembering the bad. But after seeing my "leg" muscles remember the good, it dawned on me that my mind is wired to do the same. Don't be fooled that your mind only remembers the "bads." Because with God it's even BETTER at remembering the goods. So let it!


No abuse infuriates me more than sexual abuse. Being in ministry, I've had painstaking discussions with people who have endured this. Those are difficult because I am stretched to keep my composure. Everything in me wants to cry for them and confront the person who hurt them. I refute the notion that I could be too sensitive to this. I will always have a loud voice for the voiceless and abused. I am not a professional or expert, but here are some things I've learned from Christian psychologists & books and the Bible:
Yesterday, Raul (holding a pair of shorts), asked, "Heather, who's shorts are these cause they're not mine?" Now I had no clue who's shorts they were. But I played cool-cat and gave Raul the typical cool-cat response, "Well how am I suppose to know??" When Raul went back to our room, I called my bro, suspecting they were his. They were. The moral? Even if something smells "guilty" & looks "guilty," doesn't mean "guilty", if you're livin' your life right.
A month ago, the Iranian parliament voted in favor of a draft bill which would codify the death penalty for any male Iranian who leaves his Islamic faith. (Women would get life imprisonment.) The PASTOR (on the left) was executed by hanging. His son (on the right) awaits the same fate. If you have a hard time identifying with this, let me put it this way: if this was a new law in our country, I could be put in prison for life, away from Raul & my boys. And worse, Raul could be killed.
For awhile, I jockeyed with whether or not to blog about this. I'm glad I waited. Any sooner & you would've only picked up on my bitterness. Waiting allowed me to pray, forgive, ask for forgiveness & find closure. Now, I hope you only get encouraged...




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