Memorable Scene at the Post Office
I want you to read “Stacey’s Story” – so I’m keeping this blog short… it’s the next one down::
Today, I thought I’d share a “Memorable Scene” with you!!
I got bored in line at the post office… it was a 30 minute wait!! I am not one of those people who can stand and stare at the back of someone’s head, so naturally I was looking for something to get into.
Seeing no hot pink feather boats, I did see there was a copy machine and the Sign on it said ONLY $.25! So, I popped in a quarter & copied my hand… LOL, it made a “Memorable Scene” for all the other line-waiters! 
ENJOY, and share!! Better yet… go make a “memorable scene” of your own!!
‘Stacey’ Woke Up
I prayed all the way to Vanderbilt tonight. I wanted so badly to visit “Stacey” and see how she was doing, and if her family needed anything. I wondered all the way there what they’d be like. Would they think I was just some dork candy striper, or would they really be receptive to my heart and desire to show love to their daughter.
I prayed for the words to say, I prayed to be accepted (rejection stinks, especially when you feel like you’re where God wants you to be.)
It seems like the elevators were in slow motion as I waited, pacing, anxiously getting more and more nervous with each passing minute.
I finally reached the 8th floor and made my way down that long hallway clad with nurses and surgeons to the left and patients to the right.
I saw a team of surgeons doing what appeared to be an emergency intubation in one of the rooms, but I’m not 100% sure.
Alas, I arrived at Stacey’s room. Her mom was asleep and her dad sat at bedside, obviously weary and needing rest. I knocked & asked if he was her dad, and introduced myself.
See, Becky’s sister, works with Stacey’s dad and that’s how we found out she was there.
After some small chat, he told me her kidneys were not functioning and she needed a lot of prayers. On a good note though, she hadn’t eaten in 6 days, but she had in fact eaten some lunch and dinner tonight. Stacey’s headed the right way, but still has a long road ahead of her.
Then the moment of truth.
I briefly explained this “21 Day Challenge” and how so many of you had joined in, matching the original $10 and that I had been instructed to bless someone with the money.
I reached into my pocket and pulled a portion of the cash out. (I still have some left in the paypal account that I will transfer out and give to someone too, but I gave all the cash we’ve collected to date. I told him I knew what it was like having both my son, and before that, my dad in the hospital for weeks at a time. I know how financially draining that could be, even with just the meals you have to cover while you’re there, not to mention missing work.
I handed him the money and his first reply was “I feel bad taking this.” I replied, “Don’t feel bad, its not MY money, well, $10 of it is. But this money was given by individuals from several states and even several churches and it’s God’s money. We were told to multiply it and bless someone, our purpose being to save lives.”
I prayed over Stacey and when I was done, with teared up eyes, her dad hugged me. About that time Stacey, who had not opened her eyes and was out of it yesterday and again today, started to stir. He immediately asked what she needed. She wanted to turn over to her back, but she was so weak she couldn’t do it along. I asked if I could help him but he assured me he was fine.
I watched this incredible dad balance the desire to pick her up and move her with the wisdom of knowing that pushing her to use some of her own strength through the pain was necessary for making her stronger. (Stop for a minute and imagine any trials you’re going through that God won’t just “fix” for you. MAYBE he knows that we need to exercise certain muscles so we can become stronger, or even find healing.) Wow!
When he finally got her situated, he said “Stacey, this is Kaci, she came to check on you and pray with you.”
She said “Hi,” and stretched out her hand. I of course immediately took it in mine. She opened one eye, the other bruised and too weak to open and barely able to talk, managed “Thank you.”
I was able to share a little of my story with her. I told her I knew what it was like to drive down 65 and want to run my car off a bridge and just end it all, make all the pain go away. I think her dad was shocked my level of realness with this “stranger” but stood quietly watching his daugther staring at me. She whispered “me too” and I felt her squeeze my hand.
Her dad said “God’s got a great purpose for this girl’s life, or he would’ve already taken her.”
I said “yes, I believe he does! I know though when I was going through my own hell I couldn’t see that and didn’t really believe it. But I held on. I just held on. And Stacey, I believe with all my heart that if you’ll just keep holding on, you will see that purpose revealed to you in a powerful way! And I want to help you keep holding on. I know there times people told me things would get better and I told them they’d have to believe it for me because I couldn’t right then. I want to be there for you to believe for you when you can’t wrap your mind around something and help you keep holding on. I have no agenda, I have just been through a lot of pain myself and only want to help you see the great purpose God has for you. Your dad has my number. If you need to call and scream, if you need to pray, or if you just want to call and cuss, I can handle all of that and want to be here for you.” She laughed when I said cuss.
I am in awe that God allowed me to make a girl, who had 2 days earlier tried to kill herself, that was in critical care ICU, with kidneys that weren’t functioning and unable to turn herself over in bed, much less stand on her own, LAUGH! There is nothing about that, that is “normal!” Thank God!
I told her I thought we were near the same age and she said “I’m 29. I asked when her birthday was and her dad answered July 22nd. I said “Stacey, I want to make plans right now to celebrate your 30th birthday with you, because its going to be an incredible one!”
I can’t even begin to tell you how amazing the whole night was!
They thanked me, and asked that we all continue to pray for her healing.
I said I would like to try and come check on them, and her dad said, “You are welcome to come back anytime and we’d like that.”
I left, and re-traced my steps down the long walk in the ICU hall and it took everything in me to not fall on my face, and break down in tears. My heart was crying on the inside. I was walking, thanking God and praising Him. Thanking Him for the family and friends in my life and for sparing Stacey’s!
This is a critical time in her life. Medicine says she may not recover from this. Right now, its all in limbo. But I know a great physician that can beat any odds medicine or man gives… Just ask Lazarus!
Please commit to praying for Stacey’s physicall, as well as emotional and spiritual healing.
These last few weeks have lead us into some pretty incredible situations don’t you think?
This is only a “launch pad.”
I do know this family would appreciate the support for meals, gas and help with time off from work too.
I feel like anything else that is donated via http://www.kaciallen.com/21.html should go, 100% to Stacey’s family. So if you haven’t yet, please log on and give from your blessings.
Since I launched my 1st blog as part of a “21 Day Challenge” to ROCK the world of the more than 21.8 million children being raised in single parent homes as well as the parents themselves.
I am still very passionate about this, but I’m finding I’m more passionate about simply helping hurting people start to find healing. I remember asking for “Steps to healing” and that’s different for everyone. But surrounding yourself with the right people to love, support and build you up, is necessarily vital.
Thank you for joining “our story” as we help Stacey start a new chapter.
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Critical Care
I had no idea when I got up this morning, I would end up at Vanderbilt’s Critical Care Unit Early this morning I got a call from one of my dearest friends, Becky, saying that a daughter of a friend of hers had attempted suicide last night. She was only 29 and her family had not yet made it to her side.
We’ll call her ‘Stacey.’
I don’t know the details of Stacey’s ‘story’ yet, but I kept thinking, 29 years old and the best option in her mind was to take her own life. To end it all.
Can’t say I’ve never considered that. In fact, I’ve had thoughts that maybe this world would be better off without me. I’ve wondered if an insurance policy might be more beneficial than my taking up space. I’ve even felt so incredibly alone that I wondered if anyone besides my parents, would really even miss me. I was so devastated when my granny died, I wanted to crawl in the casket with her.
I know, I’m not normal. Besides,
If you’ve been reading, you know that “normal” is not something I ever want to BE!
I was nervous about going to visit a young woman I’d never met. Especially at such an incredibly tough spot in her life. Her barely spared life. I mean, when you think about it, a Critical Care Unit isn’t exactly where you think of going to make friends. But maybe it should be.
In fact maybe that’s how we should seek out relationships. Instead of trying to befriend those who could do something for us, maybe we should make a permanent switch to seek out people we can just love. We can encourage them, build them up, give them hope, change their perspective.
Other than my all time best friend, TJ who’ve I’ve known since birth, the best friends I’ve ever had have been those who, in spite of my mess, chose to love me. In doing so, they let their guard down about their own mess and I was able to reciprocate love right back to them. A bunch of messy lovers you could say. But isn’t that how it should be? Sure beats the superficial plastic garbage!
We got to Vanderbilt so fast today, it was as though Becky was flying down the interstate. I was still rehearsing what I might say, and envisioning what we would see.
I was wrong on all accounts.
When we arrived we had to wait on the administrator to check the room. While we waited, I looked out the window down about 3 or so stories below where families huddle in groups waiting for news of their loved ones.
I saw surgeons giving info, and some families thanking them. One imparticular family as soon as they saw the surgeons walking toward them, still head to toe in scrubs, rise to greet them. I saw a man trying to take in all the facts, while the rest clinched hands, and what appeared to be a mother or grandmother, cover her mouth in an attempt to not burst into tears.
Finally it was our time to go back to see Stacey. We were given instructions to wash our hands at the sanitize station, and were then led down a long hall.
There were critical care nurses and monitors and crash carts all along the hall to our left, and directly across from each were the patient rooms.
I saw tubes, intubated men and women, some in comas, some who were obviously being kept alive by technology. I mean, if you’ve ever seen the movie Steel Magnolias, the very end when Shelby is in the hospital and her lifeless body is lying there, the machines breathing for her and her family just watching, hopeless. That’s a good image of what it was like; minus Weezer.
When we walked into Stacey’s room, she was not intubated which was a major relief. She was however non-responsive, in a deep sleep. Her kidneys and liver had started declining even more and were not functioning properly.
But what I did see was a beautiful girl, such a gift to this world and I was sorry I had not met her before now. She was lying on her left side, with a pillow propping her up and her hand resting on it for comfort. She was so still, the only sign of life was her breathing.
Becky fell on both knees, took my hand, touched Stacey’s arm and started praying. Actually, I think we’d both pretty much been praying since before we even parked the car. Then, I knelt on the floor by her bed, and rested my other hand on her leg.
Our hearts were completely broken by what we were experiencing. The tears were so overwhelming at times it was hard to speak. Here we were, laying hands on a beautiful, precious young woman who aside from a miracle could’ve just as easily been dead and not in a hospital. I don’t know if she could hear us or not, but it was as if my soul was screaming out to her spirit to fight! Fight, Stacey, FIGHT!! You have to come out of this.
I was upset that she would try and take her own life. I was mad that she didn’t get help. I was angry that of the 5 million churches and 5 billion Christians in this city, plus all the other organizations, fellowships and communities that no one had reached out to her, at least not enough. And, I was furious that she had been plagued with so much pain that this seemed like the best option.
I wanted to hug stacey. I wanted to kiss her forehead as I do my son’s just to tell him I love him. I wanted to sing to her. I wanted her to physically feel Christ wrapping His arms around her and absorbing her pain.
I prayed over Stacey. Though I’m not sure what I prayed. I know in my spirit I was thanking God for so many people in my life that bring hope and encouragement and like you, support.
I remember Pastor Hardwick saying one time after visiting some tough situations that he could never do the things these people had done. Then he told us how someone interrupted him and said, “Under the wrong circumstances, you, too, are capable of anything.”
I realize that Stacey could be any of a number of us. If you don’t think so, maybe life hasn’t gotten tough enough yet, and I pray it won’t! But, if we’re honest with ourselves, I think most of us at some point would admit to wonder, at least, if we had the strength to go one, or if we even had a purpose in life anymore.
I want to go see Stacey again tomorrow. I want to meet her family and pray that are open to my loving on them out of a pure desire to be even a little bit of what I believed we’re called to be.
I want YOU to commit to praying for this beautiful girl. Stacey, you are SO worth it!!
I want YOU to continue lifting us up as this “21 Day Journey” winds down in a couple days.
I am blown away by the things God has revealed to us and the “stories” we’ve connected with.
I am not longer wasting the pain I have been through, but am rather choosing to let it be comfort, hope and even a way to cut through the small talk to build deeper relationships & pierce through what once were impenetrable barriers.
I’m not sure how to close this, except to say I am speaking victory and peace over each of you tonight as you read this.
“May the Lord bless you and keep you; may He make His face to shine on you and be gracious to you; may He lift up His countenance (smile) on you and give you peace.”
Thank you for joining “our story” as we write an incredible new chapter!
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Goose Bumps!
Goose bumps! A couple nights ago, one of my neighbors mentioned there was a girl about my age with a new baby at home just around the corner from us. She said she thought she might be a single mom too.
Well, you know me, always eager to meet people, so, as little man and I went for a walk tonight, we decided to ring the bell.
Sure enough, we met an awesome gal and the cutest little 5 month old girl you ever did see!
We didn’t stay long, just exchanged introductions and such, but I did find out, she knows the owner of the jeep personally. When she told me, I got goose bumps. WOW. God is bring people into my life for a reason. There is definitely a reason for our paths crossing. Maybe just being there for each other. Who knows. I sure do wish I had known more mommy friends back when E was a baby. I’Ashea was really the only friend that understood what I was going through.
What I’m most excited about is that I’ve met a new friend that’s going to experience some of the same mommy hood experiences I have & she seems so nice I can’t wait to get to know her.
And, if we hadn’t gone for a walk tonight and took a chance on ringing a doorbell, we may not have ever met.
Since I launched my 1st blog, September 1st, as part of a “21 Day Challenge” to ROCK the world of the more than 21.8 million children being raised in single parent homes as well as the parents themselves, I have met so many incredible people, including several single parents. It feels really good to be reminded that I’m not alone!! Read “Write… Live a Better Story” or “Donald Miller Hugged Me” for specific details.
It’s not to late to be a part of the journey…
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I AM A PROMISE!!
“Busy People See Fewer Waterfalls.” I got this tweet from Bob Goff, who intentionally lives a life of memorable scenes and is constantly writing a better story for those around him.
I was thinking today about how busy I have been. Work, home, church, being mom, music, and writing, all while trying to pay the bills and start a revolution to change the lives of kids being raised by single parents.
I was talking with someone earlier who told me they didn’t really foresee me actually getting anywhere by asking for people to match the $10 and help make a difference in the lives of single parents. They told me, too many women just sleep around and get pregnant and then expect everyone else to take care of them.
It really frustrated me, but I sort of understand what she was trying to say.
At the same time, it was discouraging to me. I mean, I know for a fact people that don’t know my whole story have looked at me and thought; “harlot.” And it burns me up because there are tons of ways for one to become a single parent. True, one way is to sleep with as many people as you can and eventually one of them will have a good swimmer at the right time that makes it across the finish line and BAM, mom-to-be!
There are also soldiers that have gone off to war and never returned home, leaving small children, sometimes, even a pregnant wife. Divorce. Rape. Tragedy. Adoption. Artificial insemenation. Abandonment. And then there are the single dads!! Their number isn’t as great, but I know plenty of them and the fight with all they have to provide a great life for their little ones.
But despite all those possibilities, one thing doesn’t change, there’s a baby or a child that never asked to be born into a tough situation, they just developed and God stitched them together and made them uniquely wonderful. These are precious lives FULL of purpose and possibility!
When I was 4 I sang in a talent show this song called -”I Am A Promise”
It went something like this:
“I AM A PROMISE
I AM A POSS-I-BILI-TY
I AM A PROMISE
WITH A CAPITAL ‘P’
I AM A GREAT BIG BUNDLE OF
POTENTIALITYYYYYY
AND I AM LEARNING
TO HEAR GOD’S VOICE
AND I AM TRYING
TO MAKE THE RIGHT CHOICE
I AM A PROMISE TO BE
ANYTHING HE WANTS ME TO DO”
And so are these kids!
I guess those that don’t understand it must’ve just had the most incredible parents, the best childhood, never wanted for anything and life has just been perfect for them from day one.
Well, if that’s you, I’d say one of two things, ‘get real’ or ‘get ready!’
Get real and stop hiding from how things have REALLY been like for you, or get ready because if it hasn’t already, the “shitake” is gonna hit the fan at some point. (Hey, I got the shitake part from a preacher friend of mine & thought it was funny when I read it!)
Before I became a single parent, I had a lot of misconceptions about “how they got there,” that were just naïve. I am not sure I would’ve given $10 to a stranger
To go help them out. But now, there aren’t enough $10s to go around because I long so badly to one by one help these parents re-write their story in such a way that their children soar in life and grow up responsible men and women who are walking in their purpose.
Tonight I’m having trouble proofing this. I have had such a bad allergy attack/ sinus infection its making it hard to see. I actually fell asleep while typing, sitting up.
I do know this, we are very limited on the number of days left in our challenge.
Friday evenning, Nicole (an incredible woman I met in our Talmidim small group that meet on Wednesday) and I are going to stop being so busy, and are going to look for waterfalls!
We are going to seek who we can miniter to, and discover God’s vision for this challenge.
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Remember,… You ARE a promise FULL of ability!!
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“The Whistler”
Roy used to could whistle! At least that’s how the story started. Apparently, when my dad was a kid, they lived by a family with the last name ‘Norris.’ My dad’s older brother had not only the gift of fluff 
but the ability to whistle the most beautiful tunes.
Mr. Norris passed away last week and they asked my uncle to whistle… Yes whistle at his funeral. To make this story even better, he lost a tooth and well, I can only imagine how tough it was to whistle the tune ‘How Great Thou Art’ to a packed house.
I am, of course, sorry for their loss, but I can’t help but hope there is a video of my uncle serving as the main instrumentalist for the funeral… The Whistler stop for a minute and just try to imagine what it must’ve been like…
I’m sure you’re wondering what this has to do with my 21 Day Journey, and quite honestly, not much. The last 6 days or so have been rather tough and I really just wanted to share a funny story tonight. I know I didn’t do it justice, but maybe I can get my dad to tell it on video and capture the essence in its entirety!
Whistle ‘How Great Thou Art,’ and send me your videos for our Whistler of the Month contest!
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Happy Birthay Daddy!
Happy Birthday, Daddy! Today is my dad’s birthday and I just got home from his birthday party at Uncle Bud’s. he’s a shrimp and catfish lover!! Growing up at the beach, of course, seafood is just one of the major food groups, and we love it!
I am so blessed to have my daddy. I grew up walking in his shoes and his shadow in so many ways. He was an entrepreneur, who owned two video production companies, built houses in his “spare time,” and had MAD softball skills! In fact, I can’t remember sports not being a part of our life. Whether it was late nights with the Mustangs, or the LBC league, or watching Kipp & Kevin at Conway Tiger football games, or road trips to the Gator Bowl, Citrus Bowl, Sugar Bowl… You name it bowl! We went to and watched so many Atlanta Braves games, I wanted to change my name to Dale Murphy and when I realized that wasn’t going to happen, I was convinced I was going to marry him. I even considered ‘Murphy’ as a baby name
He taught me to throw, hit, pitch, spit, film, record, produce, direct, dance, fish, love, give and serve. Above all else, he taught me to stand up for what I believed in. Over the years, I’ve watched my dad serve so many even doing without himself.
The most precious time of his giving was what he gave me as a new mom. I’m not talking about the baby blanket he hand stitched in blue gingham almost identical to the one I had as a baby, using towels my granny had given me when I went off to college for the insides… THAT was the best material gift I have ever received. I’m talking about the time he gave.
As an aside, My OB/GYN Dr. “JT” Thomas, is an incredible man, has been my doctor for eleven years and became a very dear friend when he and his wife, Annie and I served together as Young Life leaders. There’s not a mom-to-be in this world that could ask for a better Doctor than JT. From explanations, to support, humor, and at the end of the day, just holding my hand and reassuring me that everything was going to be ok, he was an incredible leader and partner.
All that to say, there’s not really any advice he gave me, that I didn’t take and follow verbatim… Including nursing. don’t worry guys, this is not going to get graphic, I’m way too modest for that!!. What I will say is that some babies (ie. mine) consume more than certain women (ie. me) can keep up with and there are all sorts of exhausting rituals that can’t become a part of daily life in order to increase production.
Ok. That said. There were several weeks that I literally would wake up, pump, nurse, pump again and by the time my head reached my pillow, it was time to start all over again. Sleep was a joke I merely halucinated about. But, I wanted “the best” for my little guy.
It was a tough experience, but my dad was so determined to support me that he literally moved into my basement the week after Ethan was born.
By the time the first couple weeks passed, I was so exhausted my existence was almost a blur. I was on a rigorous “power pumping” schedule that left little time to rest. While the rest of the world slept, my dad would come to the nursery and feed Ethan his bottle while I pumped the next round, or supplemented with formula, cutting my “active” time in half.
He would rock and change and sing to him and quite honestly, if he hadn’t been here, I’m not so sure we both (Ethan & I) wouldn’t still be an exhausted mess.
My boyfriend at the time and his family were incredible, and there’s not a day that goes by that I’m not grateful for them. But, my daddy was right here with me, stinky diapers, breast pumps, outrageously expensive putrid formulas, lullabies, trips to walmart and all in the wee hours of the morning without hesitation. partially I’m sure because he was, and still is, completely enamored with his “little buddy” and got to spend alone time with him then but it was also the most support for me as well.
I was thinking earlier about all the mom’s that have no one to shared the load with. There are times when I have don’t every little and big thing on my own. If my dad hadn’t been there though, I’m pretty sure Ethan would’ve ONLY had pre-mixed formula those first 6 months! nothing wrong with that, its exactly what my mama gave me!
These last few years have been indescribably tough. I have been blessed to have my parents walking with me. I’m blessed to be surrounded by friends, brothers, sisters & mentors that have become a great source of spiritual and emotional strength. I’m also blessed that God allowed me to be born into one of the most incredible families. My mom & dad are phenomenal, and I would put The Martins & The Barnhills, up against ANY other family in America!
But what about those over 13.7 million single parents that don’t have that support?
What about the single mom with no family & a suicidal boyfriend to add in the mix.
What about those single moms that can’t get jobs because they have no childcare, but can’t afford childcare until they get a job!?
These are the moms, and dads, but most importantly, their children that I so passionately want to reach out to.
I’m definitely feeling the time crunch of only 9 days to go on this challenge, but I can tell you, this is only the beginning to my life long mission.
I have committed to living a better story & that’s a journey of a lifetime far beyond these 3 weeks!
Who do you know that will join us as we help over 21.8 million children being raised in single parent homes as well as the parents themselves, start a new chapter of their own!
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Saving Lives!
Thank You!for stopping by to read the latest on our “21 Day Challenge!” CLICK HERE for a brief summary of how the challenge came about & my part in it!
Ok, I still encourage you to read “Donald Miller Hugged Me” and “Write,…LIVE A Better Story,” but to catch you up quickly, on Sept. 1st I launched my 1st blog as part of a “21 Day Challenge” to ROCK the world of the more than 21.8 million children being raised in single parent homes as well as the parents themselves.
Now, fast fwd… I started with $10 & matched with $10 of my own, then family & friends (the cool ones:)) all started matching $10. We put up a paypal link & donations from several states started coming in, even as far as Iraq!
I am passionately burdened to pour into the lives of these kids & the parents raising them alone, because I too, am a single parent. In ’05 I was raped & 5 weeks later found out a baby was on the way.
I’ve got a small group of mentors & advisors helping me determine what the best & biggest way to pour into would be.
Some of you have asked about “the jeep.” It was confirmed late last night that there was an attempted suicide in the jeep, in the church parking lot and it is in fact the very same jeep that’s now sitting in front of my house. Coincidence??? ABSOULTELY NOT!
Its like this “vision” just rolled right in front of us, literally.
Never in a million years would I have believed a challenge to multiply $10 could’ve ended up with us intercepting an attempted suicide right out our own doorsteps.
I would love to figure out who this jeep belongs to and how we can help! Its a must. At least to let him know we’re here.
Talk about “saving lives…” LITERALLY! Donald & Bob would be so proud!
I am overwhelmed with joy from your encouragement. Every $10 match is truly “saving lives!” And for those multiplying even more & sending more people our way, THANK YOU!!
Who do you know that needs to live a better story? Send them our way, because we are all determined to do just that!! I’d love to encourage you on your own journey as well!!
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Nine Years… and a Day Ago
I have no idea what I did nine years and a day ago. In fact the only people I talk to that do are those who lost someone dear to them on 9/11 and can remember the last conversation, hug, meal or other “memorable scene” they had with that person.
I do, however, remember where I was the morning of September 11, 2001 I had decided my 8am Strategic Management class at Belmont was just too early for me that morning, and hit the snooze.
The phone rang & I answered to my mom saying “are you watching the news?” I laughed and said ‘no, I was trying to sleep.’ She then replied “A plane just flew into the World Trade Center, you might want to turn the TV on.”
I went into the living room and wondered what channel it would be on. Suffice it to say, it was on all of them. There was speculation about what it was, how it happened, why, and no one knew yet if it was an accident or not.
I watched live as the second plane went crashing through the other tower.
It was then we realized this was no accident. We were under attack and had no control over what was happening next.
I ran to the shower. I knew I had to get dressed & get out of there. I don’t think I really believe that my apartment out by the lake would actually be one of the next targets, or if I was just scared of being alone during the war that had been started here on U.S. soil. But I just had to get out of there… and fast!
While in the shower, my boyfriend called & the Pentagon had been hit.
Moving even faster, I got dressed and I promise it was my fastest time ever to Belmont. I actually ended up being “early” for class.
When I arrived, the live feed was on every projector in every classroom & 30 or so of us stared in silence wondering if we were safe. We were receiving text messages from friends who were in NY, had family there, flight attendants etc. and from our framily just wanting to know where we were in case something else was destroyed. It seemed almost everyone had a personal connection they were worried about. We cried. Some of us prayed. And one thing was sure different, we were all nice to each other. There were hugs and embraces and a feeling of “I’ve got your back” all over campus.
I don’t remember exactly when the plane went down in the field
I know I’ve got notes on it because I knew there was so much happening I’d never remember it all, so I kept a good timeline.
I remember the sudden need to be together. Together, united for a common purpose of survival… United States of America never meant so much to me and for the first time ever I really believed that we, as a Nation, were in fact INDIVISIBLE!
I remember for the weeks and months following people were kinder. Churches spoke messages of love, healing and communities gathered to help anyone in need. It was as is selfishness dissipated and suddenly we saw intrinsic value in each person we passed. There was no greater than or less than, there was only human.
Then I remember when we declared war in Afghanistan. I was at church when it happened and while at the altar praying, the big screens also showed news coverage.
I also remember when my buddy Toby came out with the song “Courtesy of the Red White and Blue” and if you’re not familiar with it, the bridge goes like this:
“And justice will be served and the battle will rage
This big dog will fight when you rattle his cage
And you’ll be sorry that you messed with the U.S. Of A…
Cause we’ll put a boot in your ass, that’s the American way.” Hey, I didn’t write it! But I remember the sense of empowerment so many had like ‘yeah, we’re not backing down from this!’ we were all at some point ready to FIGHT!
Its hard to believe that was nine years ago. Its hard to believe in less time than that we were already back to cutting in line at the market, flipping people off in traffic, leaving a devotion instead of a tip for our waitress, and went back our normal, selfish, un-American like ways of hoarding and letting the chips fall where they may.
We focus more in this country today about being “politically correct” than we do saving lives.
We worry that we will offend someone, or say the wrong thing, or heaven forbid call them a name, so much so that we kill each other by remaining silent. I’ve been called names before, good grief. I’ve been called names that were endearing, some that were true, though not appropriate, and I’ve been called lies. BIG FREAKING DEAL! Shake off the dust!
The worst lie I ever told my self was that I wasn’t enough.
How could I,, actually do something so big, it could impact generations to come. But now, I’m more concerned about not trying, then I am failing.
Call me what you want. I know I’m not the super sexy size 8 I was when I became pregnant; now I’m just super sexy! But, I love names like radical, rebellious, loud, outspoken, competitive, fiery and practically anything but normal. I hate “normal.”
Normal to me is 8-5 work, dinner at 6, tv, bed, rinse and repeat. Always following the rules, never once stopping to think, hey, maybe we could TAKE someone dinner. Or maybe instead of tv tonight, we could see if the neighbors want to go for a walk.
When is the last time you actually did something for someone without expecting anything in return? Hopefully today! When is the last time you threw caution into the wind and made a difference… A big difference? I saw a bumper sticker tonight that said:: “Get involved. The world is run by those who show up!”
All I’m encouraging you to do, is show up. Whether you donate $10 and join this journey with us, or you reach out to a neighbor, just show up. If we could daily walk with the same willingness to love, honor and protect that I know we did on 9/11/01 how big of a revolution could this REALLY be!?
I don’t remember what I did nine years and a day ago, but nine years and a day from now, I believe I will remember today discovering more information on an attempted suicide. I will remember building a radio tower and a high dive at starbucks tonight with my little guy, and getting a new football, and decorating a window for halloween.
I will remember yesterday laughing til I couldn’t breathe with LiAnn.
Will you remember, or will it be just another day that you crossed off on a calendar?
Since I launched my 1st blog as part of a “21 Day Challenge” to ROCK the world of the more than 21.8 million children being raised in single parent homes as well as the parents themselves, I have been astounded at your responses and your giving. I love messages that say “I just gave and now I’m going to get every single person I can on board!” I love stories of how this is motivating you too. Read “Write… Live a Better Story” or “Donald Miller Hugged Me” for specific details of this journey.
I will close by remembering those who lost their lives nine years ago today, honoring the men and women who gave of themselves to save lives and pray for those here continuing on without the loved ones they held so close nine years and a day ago. We will never forget.
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Pain Continued…
Last night’s blog has received so much amazing feedback, I’d like to leave it on top til tomorrow. “Purpose for Pain.” Wow! For a more entertaining read, take a look at “Write,… LIVE A Better Story!”
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There are no coincidences!
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Purpose for Pain
There are no coincidences!
Yesterday afternoon, I met with an incredible rabbi and we discussed the 21 Day Challenge and some specific details about my journey and what has happened so far.
It was a great time of really pouring out my heart and also receiving accountable feedback to make sure I was staying true to the mission. Speaking of the “mission,” we talked about several different organizations we could pour into and talked over a lot of possibilities. One thing that was consistent was my desire for pouring into the lives of children. Most specifically, the children across the U.S. growing up in single parent homes.
We talked for a couple of hours about healing taking place in my own life and the next “best steps”
to take as we try to make the biggest impact possible and left resolved to walk in faith that just the right “vision” would be made clear to us.
Just before I started to leave, Rob mentioned an old car that had been parked in the church parking lot the previous week. I hadn’t noticed it, but apparently it struck the staff as being odd and they called the police to make sure it wasn’t an abandoned, stolen car. They advised the church to tow the car. The next day, the phone rang and a distraught caller proceeded to explain that in that very car, someone had attempted suicide just a couple days prior, but had been unsuccessful. That person was now in a safe place, but it would take them until the next day to come move the car.
I was just in shock listening to the story and so thankful this person’s life, as far as we know was spared.
The car had been moved about 3 days ago.
I asked Rob what color the car was, and asked a few specific questions about the make and model. I know my face had to be white as a sheet when I put two and two together and said, “Rob, that very same car is parked directly in front of my house!”
With an “are you sure- how can this be” sort of look he said “really?”. I was so sure of it I went home, took a picture of the car and sent it to his phone. IT IS THE SAME CAR.
Now, the way I met Rob was nothing short of a miracle, and that’s an amazing chapter you will love! But the fact that we would now, almost 3 years later be on a 21 day journey together, brought about by me wanting to thank Donald Miller in person, who happened to be speaking about pain with a purpose and “saving lives” at Belmont University where I am an alumni, just two weeks after having some incredible healing take place in my own life after reading A Million Miles In A Thousand Years and then ‘by chance’ this failed suicide attempt occurring in the parking lot where Rob is on staff and now this very car, unmistakably being parked in front of MY HOUSE while we are seeking to determine who/who/when/where we can help and ‘how to save a life…’ Well… If I ever believed in coincidences, I sure don’t now!
Rob text me and said “could this be our ‘vision’” and I replied “well, I don’t think this is my “life’s purpose” (eluding to my vision of helping kids of single parents) “but definitely can’t ignore this!”. Then almost as soon as I hit send it hit me like a ton of bricks.
I quickly sent another text that said “wait a minute… YES IT IS! My whole goal with reaching these kids, their parents, or ANYBODY is letting them know there IS healing! Healing IS POSSIBLE! And saving lives!”. I told him, wow, what if on our way to change the lives of millions of children, we literally ended up saving a life!
Last night, after Rob discouraged me from putting a parking boot on the car so I would make sure I got to talk to it’s owner, we agreed we would at least start with a note. I quickly wrote out on green construction paper that said “There is always hope. You are loved, and you are not alone. Please let me know how we can be there for you.” Rob & Kaci”. And put our contact information down.
This morning, and again tonight as I crawl into bed, the jeep, and the note, are still there.
My prayer is this person is resting and getting help and I am praying against the worst.
If we see no change in the next few days, I’m going to have to find a more aggressive route because as I’ve mentioned there are no coincidences!
I believe now more than ever my pain has purpose!
I don’t know fully what that purpose is yet, but I am becoming ‘ok’ with not having to know every detail and trusting that by just telling my story and being available it will all will be revealed one day.
What I feel so deep within me right now is that if by what I learn walking through my “pain” one abortion is prevented, or a man or woman gains enough support to parent, even on their own, or if it restores hope to a suicidal neighbor that finds a reason to keep living, my “pain” is so worth it.
It totally takes my eyes off the hurt I’ve experienced and births a new perspective that is deeper and wider and longer than anything I could ever achieve through my own “strength.”
I don’t know what is going to happen with the story behind the jeep. I do ask that you pray for wisdom, protection and provision.
Of course, I’m always open to suggestions, so if you have any ideas that we might pursue to delicately handle this, please let me know those!
“In my weakness I’m finding more strength as I choose to lean on the right people, and as I strive to become the person another may also look to for support.”
Who do you know that will join our journey? It started with $10 and so many of you have quickly matched that $10 this past week, but there’s still more work to be done.
Please consider passing along to your friends, family and co-workers.
For “challenge specifics” read “Donald Miller Hugged Me” or “Write,.. LIVE A Better Story!”
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One Guy’s Leap!
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Its been one week. 7 Days, 8 Blogs, Over 700 Readers and one amazing event after the other that has left everyone involved practically speechless and waiting with great expectations for what tomorrow will hold.
Sept 1st I launched my 1st blog as part of a “21 Day Challenge” to ROCK the world of the more than 21.8 million children being raised in single parent homes as well as the parents themselves. Read “Write… Live a Better Story” or “Donald Miller Hugged Me” for specifics.
In the next few posts, I am going to try and communicate some of the incredible things that have happened.
A few weeks ago, Rob, an incredible friend and mentor of mine, handed me a copy of A Million Miles In A Thousand Years by Donald Miller. I will save the overwhelming “ah-ha” that came from a page within that book for now, but suffice it to say we exchanged several text messages in the middle of the night because I had become overwhelmed with emotions! Emotions that felt like peroxide in an open wound. My heart was throbbing as if stitches had been ripped out and at the same time I could FEEL the healing taking place I had been longing for over 5 years!!
So, last Wednesday, after hearing about my incredible ‘hug’ and the challenge I had accepted, Rob asked me to share with our small group. Small being over 60 people… about the journey I had been on, how we’d met, and the events leading up to this challenge. He said I could share as much or as little as I felt comfortable sharing, he just didn’t want me to “prepare,” but rather speak from my heart.
There was laughter, tears, I was sweating… It was incredible!
What was so awesome to me was at the end of me sharing “my story” how one by one these “strangers-turned-brothers-and-sisters” came up to me and began to tell their stories!! UNBELIEVABLE!!
I want to tell you though about one young man named Cody. I won’t go into the details he gave me but I don’t think he’ll mind me sharing this part because he was pretty stoked about it tonight!
I’m not 100% sure exactly how old Cody is, but he’s one of the teens at Tusculum. He introduced himself to me and thanked me for what my story had meant to him and how he wanted to be a part of something so incredible. He reached into his wallet, took his last $10 out and said he’d been wondering how best to use this money and just believed he was supposed to join this challenge by matching $10.
Now, Cody could’ve used this for gas, or Sonic, or a million other things, but Cody took a leap. A leap that might not have made sense, but one week later I believe it does!!
Cody gave me his number and said if I ever needed anything to call him. He emailed me an incredible email this week and then tonight gave me a hug and with eyes beaming told me his news.
You Never Know Who’s Watching!
He told me that he had received a letter from someone who had witnessed him matching my $10. The letter was encouraging to him about his taking a risk and doing what he could with what he had. The letter also included a $20!
Cody said he believed more than ever in the power of this 21 Day challenge and really understands what its about.
Its not about one person changing the world. Its not even about one person. It is about a lot of us, you and me, doing a little, together. When one person tries to push a car up a hill its exhausting if not impossible, but if three or four push, someone steers, a few more have cables and pull, the strain is less, and the car moves!
I remember an episode of Andy Griffith when Opie was complaining about cleaning out the garage and various other chores for such a small allowance. Andy then reminded him of that “good feeling” he had when he was done with such a large job. Opie acknowledged that it was good alright… “Good and tired!”
Its the same way for us sometimes when we step outside of our comfort zone whether it’s manual labor like hanging a ceiling fan or washing windows for someone, or giving financially. It can be tiring! But the person that is giving almost always says they in fact are the one that receives the bigger blessing than the one that actually received the “gift.”
In this situation, Cody got both. He got the joy of giving and then was blessed when his gift was given back to him… Times two!
I wonder how many of us need to take a leap like Cody did. I’m not saying our giving will be literally doubled and given back to us in the same way… It may be, or it may be more. Or we may be blessed in a way money couldn’t buy! I can definitely think of more than a few ways I could use an extra $10 right now, but I chose to match the $10 that was entrusted to me to multiply. I firmly believe if we sit on our talents (or gifts) and do not try to multiply and use them for good, they could very well be taken away. And how awesome it is when we receive them back ’100 fold!’
I am SO grateful for each of you, your stories and your encouragement and cannot wait to write about even more unbelievable things that are happening even as I type this.
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Tell YOUR Story!
Tomorrow Will Be One Week since I launched my 1st blog as part of a “21 Day Challenge” to ROCK the world of the more than 21.8 million children being raised in single parent homes as well as the parents themselves. Read “Write… Live a Better Story” or “Donald Miller Hugged Me” for specifics.
Tonight’s Blog is All About You!
I want to hear YOUR story! If you have ever been a single parent, or were at any time in a single parent home, or know anybody that falls into one of those categories… PLEASE let me hear from you! Comment and/or email… Your name will be kept anonymous, unless you let me know its ok to share your first name.
We want to learn more about YOU!
In doing so, not only do we want to get to know you, but we hope to further narrow down the best possible path for reaching as many kids & parents as possible.
I am SO grateful for each of you joining us and matching $10! Please ask at least one other person to match YOUR $10. “One candle lights another…”
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Whisper!!
5 Days ago I accepted a “21 Day Challenge” to do something BIG!! Read more about the specifics in “Write,… LIVE A Better Story,” or “When Donald Miller Hugged Me.”
My challenge is all about changing the lives of the 21.8 million children that are growing up in single parent homes and helping equip the parents that are raising them. Equipping them financially, physically & helping them learn how to create lasting memories with their kids instead of allowing their children to become another statistic.
I read somewhere recently where kids growing up in single parent homes are THREE TIMES as likely to attempt suicide. The same study talked about the overall health of single parents being far worse, even critical compared to parents that have a counter-part to share the responsibility.
I have met and received messages from so many people with incredible stories of their own, some giving voice to their pain for the first time.
Recently I volunteered to help one of the most amazing women I’ve ever met get elected to Congress. Now, I have never in my life volunteered for any type of political campaign whatsoever, granted, I’ll put up a yard, sign and am never shy about who I intend to vote for, but I’ve also never met someone I was so passionate about getting elected.
It was hard work! There were phone banks, door to door walking meeting neighbors in blazing heat, holding signs, and a lot of sweat and tears went into the campaign. Because of my session schedule I wasn’t able to do a lot of the community outreach what I call “fun stuff” but I did do “my part.” I volunteered to make phone calls and developed personal relationships with men and women in our district, some via facebook and myspace, and even text messaged friends and family to discuss why I personally believed she was the right choice.
Many were exhausted and before one debate, my candidate ended up losing her voice. It was incredible to watch her persevere and even without being able to verbally respond above a whisper, she still held fast to her beliefs and did not slow down making known where she stood and her passionate devotion to our country.
One thing about a whisper, even the opposition tend to quiet down and lean in to hear what you’re saying. Even in her faintest of whispers, she helped us find a voice… our voice.
What I’m learning as I share my story, to a large crowd, or via an electronic message across the miles, is that by my, what seems at times to be only a whisper, and continuing to persevere even when its exhausting, I am helping others find their voice! Countless men and women who are opening up to me, some for the first time ever, about their experiences growing up in a single parent home, or even those who are (or were) single parents themselves.
What I’ve been thinking about most today, are those who have lost their voice.
- The girls and boys who haven’t learned yet the freedom to shout “OUCH” when someone hurts them, but they are crying out for help, even in the softest whisper.
- The abused mom who finally got out of the nightmare she was living, but now has no idea how she will provide for her two children.
- The dad who’s wife was killed in 9/11 and 9 years later has yet to tell anyone he’s scared to death. He is terrified about his almost teenage daughter and has no idea how to talk to about boys or bras or changes in her body.
I could go on and on, as the faces and stories are endless.
What I would rather do is whisper. I beckon you to lean in with, what we call at our house, your “listening ears” and open your hearts to the voices of these men, women and children that for so long nobody has really, truly listened to.
It doesn’t take a genius to know its a tough economical climate in the U.S. these days. But, my guess is, if you’re able to access this blog, you’re probably not wondering what, if anything, you’ll eat tomorrow. I would dare say if you’re reading this you’ve probably been out to eat, or to Starbucks, or perhaps bought a coke or maybe a pizza in the last few weeks. I’m not asking you to stop enjoying any of these things, I’m not even asking you to go on Oprah or Letterman, or Fox or AC360 and shout to the world any type of opinion or beliefs or personal tragedy of your own.
What I am asking, along with everyone who is involved with this challenge so far, is that you whisper. That you look in the couch cushions or under the car seat and match our $10.
Now, if you’d like to scream out a benjamin, we’ll definitely cheer you on! But what we know is that a lot of people, doing even a little, makes great things happen!
Who can you give a voice to?
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Come whisper with me… Give 21.8 million children & their parents a voice.
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Memorable Scene #1 – The Fire at our House!
On September 1st, after an incredible hug , phone call from Kenn, Starbucks with Rob, and lunch with Becky, I launched my 1st blog as part of a“21 Day Challenge” to ROCK the world of the more than 21.8 million children being raised in single parent homes as well as the lives of the parents themselves.
I can’t believe its only been 4 days!! It seems like we’ve known each other & been friends forever. Your stories are incredible & I am excited to have you on this journey.
As part of the challenge to “live a better story,” and in doing so, “change lives” I wanted to let you in on what Donald Miller (I figure if I mention him enough, maybe he’ll read my blog & then one day we’ll have coffee & really get down to incredible, earth shattering, grand slam, cliff diving, world series, super bowl, lasso the moon style conversation:)) would refer to as a “Memorable Scene.”
After reading about Bob Goff in A Million Miles In A Thousand Years and his family jumping into the water with all their clothes on, just to give their visitors a memorable farewell, I decided it was time to take action at home!!
A couple weeks ago, my little guy saw a play fireman costume I bought him over a year ago, that was just now almost his size.
He wanted to wear it to bed, but since I figured the flammable-suffocatable plastic was probably not the best option for pajamas, we decided it would be better to lay it out in the chair by his bed and wait til morning.
He asked “Mommy, when you wake me up tomorrow, will you say ‘DANGA DANGA DANGA DANGA DANGA’ like the fireman’s bell, so I can jump up and get dressed like the fireman do?
Ready to just go on to sleep, I said “Sure,” knowing we’d both be groggy and it would freak him out, being awakened from sleep to my version of a “fireman’s bell.”
Nevertheless, when my alarm went off in my room, I was anxious to see how his little 4 year old face responded to such an abrupt awakening. I should tell you, I’m also the mom that when he wasn’t obeying & got up one night to use the bathroom and instead of going back to bed proceeded to play in the sink a good 10 minutes, I hid in his closet. I called out & told him to get in bed and stop playing. When he finally got in bed, a “roar” started from within the closet and at just the right time, I burst through the closet scaring the pants off him! He was so shocked, it was classic! Then, when he realized it was me, he joined in my laughter. I was laughing because it was way more effective than a spanking, or taking away a toy, and he’s never played in the bathroom at night since!
So back to waking the fireman from within. Well, I didn’t wake him right away.
Instead, I gathered up all the candles in the house, and took them out into the back yard, spacing them around the patio and out by the garage, lit them all and ran back up, three floors, to his room.
“DANGA DANGA DANGA DANGA DANGA DANGA, I began quietly, then as he became conscious enough to realize he had requested this startling, crescendoed to a full on 4 alarm fire bell!
He lept out of bed, fell on the floor, rolled to his jacket, put it on, then his hat & looked with such accomplishment as he said “Look, mommy, I told you I would get right up.” I said “Oh, come on, you gotta put out the fire.”
He played along for a few stairs then stopped and exclaimed, “WHAT FIRE?!”
I ran down the stairs toward the back door & he followed. When he saw the candles his eyes lit right up. He held out his left arm and pretended to spray them with his make believe water-laser-buzz-lightyear-thing.
I shouted, “Come on, you grab the hose and start unrolling it and I will open up the water flow!”
Eyes wide, he started unrolling it and said “GIVE IT ALL YOU GOT” as he began to douse each candle, and both of us, with the backyard-turned- fireman’s hose.
We high fived at such a job well done and saving the day, and then he helped me roll the hose back on the ‘truck.’
Of course, he’s asked if we could do the same thing the next morning.
Before really intentionally trying to “write a better story,” I was stuck in a work all day, quick meal, short bedtime routine, if any, work some more, crash and head out again in the morning rutt! We had our fun, don’t get me wrong, but not this memorable kind.
It has made me realize how even more important it is for me to layout an outline for our family story that is so thrilling my little guy will LOVE to engage in it. One that is exciting, fulfilling, challenging and so memorable, he won’t have to look elsewhere for satisfaction or to fill empty voids, at least that is my prayer.
My “21 Day Challenge” is all about changing the lives of the 21.8 million children that are growing up in single parent homes and helping equip the parents that are raising them. Equipping them financially, physically & helping them learn how to create lasting memories with their kids instead of allowing their children to become another statistic.
Thank you for continuing to help spread the word! Donations are coming in from around the world and I am so grateful!
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And then it only takes another minute to share this on facebook with your friends!… All 500 million of them! Imagine if all 500 million gave $10… Think that would change a life? I am only aiming for 1,000 and I would be grateful if you’d be one!
Its not just about these 21.8 million kids, but its about each of us, you and me, doing something, even as small as a $10 bill to begin writing & living a better story for ourselves.
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Write,… LIVE A Better Story!
77 Hours Have Past since I launched my 1st blog as part of a “21 Day Challenge” to ROCK the world of the more than 21.8 million children being raised in single parent homes as well as the parents themselves.
77 Hours & 454 readers! Thank you!!
So, this whole challenge (and please read the post about Donald Miller Hugging Me, not just because that’s fun to type, but it truly explains this challenge and the point of it all more than the rest) is about “Living A Better Story.”. Living a better story, and saving lives.
Its incredible how since I read A Million Miles In A Thousand Years how I’ve stopped caring so much about what other people think or perceive, but rather focus on creating memorable scenes for myself, family & friends.
Now granted, I am the girl, the one and only that serenaded a PACKED Cracker Barrel with a Faith Hill song while sporting a hot pink feather boa & princess crown. Just ask Adam York or Baley Allred; they’ve been eye witnesses to many of my ‘outbursts’ & I’ve been told I’m the only person on earth that can really make them nervous. They know those 3 little words, “I Dare You” bring out the competitive, uninhibited, Robin Williams-humor, Pierce Brosnan Bond-style adventure in me… But now, even more so, I’m trying to create memorable scenes without stopping to worry about what observers may think or say.
For example, I didn’t care what the really cute, ripped college student/ lifeguards thought when I went racing down the kiddie slide opposite Ethan to see who could hit the water first. Well maybe a little, but I did it anyway… Twice!
I threw caution into the greasy wind at the Waffle House this morning when Mustang Sally & The Lion Sleeps Tonight came on. I jumped up with my little guy & we made a dance floor by our booth & were soon accompanied by two waitresses playing air drums and air guitar with us while the cook sang!
Later on outside of a large big box store that was rolling back prices, I saw an elderly woman trying to figure out what to do with the motorized scooter she had used to get her bags to the car. Latte in hand, I said “Ma’am, I’d be happy to take that back for you!” I threw my purse into the buggy part, she showed me how to operate it, and I drove through the parking lot sipping my starbucks, waving at shoppers and cruised right into the lobby, where I parallel parked it and plugged it back in.
That was almost as fun as pushing my mom in the shopper helper kids buggy at Publix last night after she severely sprained her ankle and could barely walk. We thought we’d just sneak in, but NOOOOO… We ran into one of my best friends & the pastor’s wife at Concord-Grandview who whipped out her phone and took pictures… Which we gladly smiled for! Ha!
My point is, living a better story isn’t something you TRY to do, its just something you DO! For over 5 years I was defined by something bad that happened to me. Prior to that, I was defined by being an all-star athlete and for producing great vocals & BGVs for sessions. Both good & bad things had defined me.
Now, as I set a goal of 1,000 people in 21 days matching my $10 I am not worrying about if Ill reach it, or if I will fail. I’m enjoying meeting all of you & hearing your incredible stories!
My new friend ‘Lisa’ shared part of her story and not only how much of her childhood was in a single parent home, but how for a time she herself was a single mom.
I am enjoying the passion and encouragement you are greeting me with. I spoke to an amazing group at Tusculum Wednesday night & was flooded with support, by some incredible men and women, many of whom probably directed you to this blog.
I am also, SO grateful for each of you that are coming along side of us and matching $10 to begin changing the lives of the more than 21.8 million children being raised by single parents all across the U.S. Remember, online matching is easy at: www.kaciallen.com/21.html
We love and give to groups like Young Life, Habitat for Humanity, Crohns & Colitis Foundation of America, Komen etc. and we want you to continue giving where you are passionate… but we also don’t want these millions of kids and the parents that are struggling daily, some to provide the basic necessities to go unnoticed.
Thank you for joining my story… “Our story” as we write an incredible new chapter them!
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Donald Miller Hugged Me!!
39 Hours ago from a corner table at Starbucks, I launched my 1st blog as part of a “21 Day Challenge” to ROCK the world of the more than 21.8 million children being raised in single parent homes as well as the parents themselves.
In 39 Hours I am excited to report 242 readers!
On September 1, 2010, Donald Miller, author of Blue Like Jazz and A Million Miles in a Thousand Years, hugged me! This incredible ‘beast of a man’ (as he referred to Joseph) has written so many amazing pieces & I was able to show gratitude for one specific page about a trip to Rwanda that had completely rocked my world!
In 2005 I was raped & became pregnant & am now a single mom.
What I never really realized prior to having one is how many “fatherless children” (and motherless) there are in the U.S. much less around the world.
- According to U.S. Census Bureau in November, 2009, there were approximately 13.7 million single parents in the United States and those parents are responsible for raising 21.8 million children.
21.8 MILLION CHILDREN!! WOW!! 21 Days… 21 Million Children… coincidence? I think not!
When Donald Miller hugged me and no I’m not a crazy stalker chick, I am just overwhelmed at how God is working out His purpose, I can’t describe the joy I felt. Granted, he is a tall, good looking man with great eyes & a fantastic smile who exudes a charismatic fervor with each step that he takes, that makes one’s heart leap with excitement… BUT, all that aside, I was filled with joy because this man had taken the time to put on paper his own life’s journey & the stories he had heard and read while editing his own.
One page about a lady in Rwanda changed an angry, hateful, bitter perception of “heavenly father” that I had carried for 5 Years, 1 Month, 3 Weeks and a day… or so…
I had been on a “path to healing” for a while, really searching to break through the why’s, how’s, when’s, and some fears that have made jaw droppers even out of the most fearful and un-shock-able men and women.
But Sept. 1st I started to see everything really coming full circle.
I was presented with $10 and a challenge. A challenge to “Live A Better Story.” A challenge to multiple and do as much as I can with that $10 to write a better story & save as many lives as possible over the next 21 days! Now, I’m not the only one on this “challenge” but I am so passionate about this “Right now” for me and thrilled to have you along the journey!
I started by matching that $10 with $10 of my own and have been overwhelmed as many have walked up to me, including one teenager that I know didn’t “HAVE” $10 to give but said he was so convicted that this was right, he did not want to miss being a part of it & reached into his wallet & pulled out a $10 bill and then gave me his phone number in case I ever needed anything. I got a message from a soldier in Iraq asking when she would be able to give online!! And that was in the first 5 hours of launching our blog. Tell me that’s not huge!!
I say “our” blog because I can’t do this without you!… And trust me, I don’t want any of you to miss out on the blessings we’re already seeing unfold! A couple of you have asked just how the 10’s are going to be used. I have a small group of about 4 advisors that are helping direct and coach me on that. The great thing about blessing people is that you don’t have to have it all figured out… you just have to GO! When Jesus called the disciples, He didn’t give them a map or even a business plan, He just said “follow me,” and that’s what I’m attempting to do. I know that I am passionate about children growing up in single parent families. I am passionate about the single parents that are raising them. I adore teenagers. And, I like to see BIG things happen!
The first thing I have been advised to do is to start a blog, that will include text for my book, my story, and for the countless stories I’m hearing as I write and share. I received further confirmation Wednesday night when I spoke to a group of about 60 at Tusculum. It was the first time I had ever shared “most” of my story and in such detail in a group setting… and it was incredible! After hearing about meeting Donald and the challenge, Rob asked me to speak that same night, and to not prepare, but just speak from my heart. I laughed, they laughed, I cried, they cried, I was sweating… and they didn’t seem to mind…
I know there are several ways I personally can envision making a huge impact… and I’m blogging about many right now… Look for “Possibilities” later today. The thing about a book is that we believe it will not only create healing in the words we take time to put on paper, but that for years to come it will create even more ways to give financially above anything we could ever dream of doing in 21 days. So that is step one… or really step five.
Step 1: Accept the Challenge
Step 2: Pray & Seek Counsel
Step 3: Start a Blog
Step 4: Challenge you to join me and bring your friends along for the ride, so I guess
Step 5: Write The Book. (Hey Rob, what step are we on?)I would be honored if you would join the journey and match with $10 of your own! Such a small price to save a life…
** Wow, and as I type this, the Fray is on my radio singing “How To Save A Life.” CUE THE GOOSEBUMPS!!!**
A Million Miles In A Thousand Years… 1,000 People In 21 Days… Be one of my goal of 1,000 people to give $10 in the next 21 days… just be one. And let me know your own suggestions. I’d love to hear them.
You’re already online reading, why not go ahead & take the challenge… “Online matching made easy” (a new slogan for PayPal: www.kaciallen.com/21.html
Plus, I’m working on making a free download of my song “Starting Now” available just to say thank you again!!”
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WOW! Your emails, phone calls, facebook and twitter messages have been amazing!! And yes,… I finally have a paypal link setup so you can give online!!
Please visit www.KaciAllen.com to donate online and join this incredible journey!!
I can’t wait to share all the incredible things that happened last night and today…
I’m guessing I’m not going to get a lot of sleep over the next 20 days, but MAN, how worth it is this to live a better story and to be able to share my story in doing so.
I’m honored that you would allow me this opportunity to share and promise to make the biggest impact I can possibly make.
Thank YOU for joining me… and especially for sharing with your friends, family & co-workers.
Back to writing… will post more later…
Starting Now…
So… Today has been an incredible day in Nashville…
Donald Miller, author of ‘Blue Like Jazz’ and ‘A Million Miles in a Thousand Years’ just gave me $10 and has challenged me to “Live A Better Story” and multiple and do as much as I can with that $10 to write a better story & save as many lives as possible over the next 21 days! Now, I’m not the only one on this “challenge” but I am so passionate about this “Right now” for me and thrilled to have you along the journey!
According to U.S. Census Bureau in November, 2009, there are approximately 13.7 million single parents in the United States today, and those parents are responsible for raising 21.8 million children. 21.8 MILLION CHILDREN. WOW!!
Many of you already know PART of my story. In 2005, I was raped and became pregnant and am now a single mom. But just how difficult the last years have been emotionally, mentally, physically and financially most have no idea.
I want to use my story of unimaginable pain, to help others learn how to edit their story and to come up OUT of their own pain. One thing we all have in common is that pain doesn’t discriminate, it attacks the rich, poor, healthy, sick, male, female… and all in between. And while I don’t have it ALL figured out yet, things are sure on the mend, and I now wake up singing!!
I have started with the few people I know that have a home in my personal cell phone and am asking you to also help me get the word out.
After meeting with three mentors today and having all three, none of whom have ever met by the way, but all know “my story” have all said that the last few years of my life and believe me, there are a LOT of things no one outside that “inner 3″ know about… should be put into book form I believe I have a clear direction for the purpose of my “right now.” AND, I have already been asked in the last hour to speak, at 2 churches & 2 Universities and share “my story.”
I am starting by matching the $10 Donald Miller gave me with $10 of my own and I would be honored if you would match $10 as well.
Several folks already today hand me $10, one gave me a $20 for he and his wife.
21 days is not a lot of time & I’m going to put a page together just for this, but I’m literally driving down the road writing this so I can not waste any time either.
I would appreciate you passing along the word for me as well, and if anyone else will give $10 I am committed to making this BIG and want you on the journey with me!
If you want to mail a check to me for $10 make it out to:
“Kaci Allen” and in the for line write “21 Day Project” and send to: PO Box 2423 Brentwood TN 37024.
I’ll also set up a paypal link that will allow online contributions as well.
If you have ANY questions, please email me directly at nashvillewriter@live.com
As a special “Thank You” I am going to give everyone who joins me a free download of an amazing song and when I get the logistics worked out, I want you to be apart of my book release.
Thank you for your a contribution of $10, or more if you feel so lead… I want this to be an enormous impact on the children of the U.S. and believe with a little help we can do something BIG!!
And thanks for sharing this with everyone you know!
21 days… starting now…
Kaci Allen
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