Author: Jeanie Cisco Meth

09 May 2021

He Lost His Glove And It Just Might Have Saved His Life

Everyday before my family leaves the safety of our home, I pray for them to be safe on their journey.

Do you talk to God?

This past weekend my husband and I were speaking with one of my mentors at his home in Provo. Laurence mentioned how he had lost his glove at work and spent 10 minutes looking for it. He kind of chuckled and said, “I didn’t move ten feet. I looked every where. I even pulled my truck forward to see if it was under the side dump. I never did find it.”

My mentor, Kirk, told us an amazing story that I’m going to try and share with you.

He said, “Awhile back two of my friends were driving to see another friend who lived about 30 minutes away. To get to the home they had to cross a toll bridge. Since they didn’t usually carry money to two friends made sure they had exact change for the tollbooth. They stacked five quarters on their console and continually checked them throughout their drive. The quarters never moved.

Upon arriving at the tollbooth, the driver of the car reached over to grab the stack of coins to pay the fee. The coins were gone. They looked everywhere. The money had just diapered. Vanished if you will.

With nothing to do but turn around and head back toward home, they did just that. With a bit of frustration I might add. To their astonishment, not ten minutes later, the coins showed back up on the console as they were driving toward home.

They deduced they were not supposed to see their friend that day. God is the master of delay when it is needed.”

I looked at my husband as we both thought of the two accidents he had narrowly missed on Friday. The day he lost his glove. One of the accidents had caused a fatality. Why was my husband spared? I don’t know but I do believe in the power of prayer.

Do you? https://player.vimeo.com/video/99154214

Have a beautiful day my friend and go with God.

29 Apr 2021

You Never Know

You Never Know

One day, when I was a freshman in high school, I saw a kid from my
class walking home from school. His name was Kyle. It looked like
he was carrying all of his books. I thought to myself, ‘Why would
anyone bring home all his books on a Friday? He must really be a
nerd.’

I had quite a weekend planned (parties and a football game with my
friends tomorrow afternoon), so I shrugged my shoulders and went on..

As I was walking, I saw a bunch of kids running toward him. They ran
at him, knocking all his books out of his arms and tripping him so he
landed in the dirt. His glasses went flying, and I saw them land in
the grass about ten feet from him.

He looked up and I saw this terrible sadness in his eyes. My heart
went out to him. So, I jogged over to him as he crawled around looking
for his glasses, and I saw a tear in his eye. As I handed him his
glasses, I said, ‘Those guys are jerks. They really should get
lives.’

‘He looked at me and said, ‘Hey thanks!’ There was a big smile on his
face. It was one of those smiles that showed real gratitude. I helped
him pick up his books, and asked him where he lived. As it turned out,
he lived near me, so I asked him why I had never seen him before.

He said he had gone to private school before now. I would have never
hung out with a private school kid before. We talked all the way home,
and I carried some of his books. He turned out to be a pretty cool
kid. I asked him if he wanted to play a little football with my
friends.

He said yes. We hung out all weekend and the more I got to know Kyle,
the more I liked him, and my friends thought the same of him. Monday
morning came, and there was Kyle with the huge stack of books again. I
stopped him and said, ‘Boy, you are gonna really build some serious
muscles with this pile of books everyday!

‘He just laughed and handed me half the books. Over the next four
years, Kyle and I became best friends. When we were seniors we began
to think about college. Kyle decided on Georgetown and I was going to
Duke. I knew that we would always be friends, that the miles would
never be a problem. He was going to be a doctor and I was going for
business on a football scholarship.

Kyle was valedictorian of our class. I teased him all the time about
being a nerd. He had to prepare a speech for graduation. I was so
glad it wasn’t me having to get up there and speak.

On Graduation day, I saw Kyle. He looked great. He was one of those
guys that really found himself during high school. He filled out and
actually looked good in glasses. He had more dates than I had and all
the girls loved him.

Boy, sometimes I was jealous! Today was one of those days.

But I could see that he was nervous about his speech. So, I smacked
him on the back and said, ‘Hey, big guy, you’ll be great!’ He looked
at me with one of those looks (the really grateful one) and smiled.
‘Thanks,’ he said.

As he started his speech, he cleared his throat, and began
‘Graduation is a time to thank those who helped you make it through
those tough years. Your parents, your teachers, your siblings, maybe a
coach…but mostly your friends… I am here to tell all of you that
being a friend to someone is the best gift you can give them. I am
going to tell you a story.’

I just looked at my friend with disbelief as he told the first day we
met. He had planned to kill himself over the weekend. He talked of how
he had cleaned out his locker so his Mom wouldn’t have to do it later
and was carrying his stuff home. He looked hard at me and gave me a
little smile. ‘Thankfully, I was saved. My friend saved me from doing
the unspeakable.’

I heard the gasp go through the crowd as this handsome, popular boy
told us all about his weakest moment. I saw his Mom and Dad looking at
me and smiling that same grateful smile. Not until that moment did I
realize its depth.

Everywhere you go you have an impact. You decide wither it’s a good
one or a negative one.

Never underestimate the power of your actions. With one small gesture
you can change a person’s life. For better or for worse. God puts us
all in each other’s lives to impact one another in some way. Look for
Good in others.

I do not know who the “I” is in the story. I received it as an email many years ago.
I just think it’s an incredible reminder of the impact we have on others.

01 Apr 2021

I have a Confession to Make

I have a confession to make and I talk about it for the first time in my podcast.

It is one of those moments that just knocked me to my knees. I’m so glad I was able to work through the struggle and find the gold nugget.

I trust you will enjoy listening to the recording and maybe even check out some of the others.

You are invited to a Zoom webinar.
When: Apr 10, 2021 10:00 AM Mountain Time (US and Canada)
Topic: Tools for Taming the Bully Between Your Ears

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I look forward to seeing you April 10 at 10:00 AM MST.

Have a beautiful day,

17 Mar 2021

The Body I Created With My Mind

The following was a part of my upcoming book that got cut and landed on the editing floor. I think it still has great value and I wanted to share it with you. It also shows the effort and caliber of this new book. If this story got cut, just think of the others that got the green light.

I have had to overcome a very negative voice between my ears when it comes to my body. When I was in my twenties, I hated my legs, and convinced myself that I had a good reason to. I have had varicose veins since I was twenty-three. The veins on my legs stuck out and could be red, swollen, and painful. I also have had spider veins for many years, so it can look like I have large bruises. Every time I glanced down at my legs, I cringed. I had just gotten divorced and was thinking of starting to date.

Yuck! the bully started in as I gazed at my reflection one morning when I was in my thirties.. No one will ever get past your ugly legs. You better cover them up. What will people say when you go to the beach? They’re never going get past those dreadful things. Don’t show anyone until they have had a chance to get to know you better. Those legs are a deal breaker for sure. Run away!

Really? “Run-away”? I started giggling at the ridiculousness of my hurtful thoughts. I stepped back and looked at how I had been treating myself. I asked the voice in my head a very powerful question: “How can I get someone to love being in my space if I hate being in mine so much?”

That’s a good question, my bully replied. It’s kind of a double standard, isn’t it?

I realized this was true and told myself to recognize how amazing the body could be. . . even if I felt mine was lacking.

Haven’t I done so much for you? my body spoke up inside my head. What about the remarkable feat of creating another human inside of you? Doesn’t that deserve some respect?

I frowned, unable to dispute this fact. When I thought about being a mom and how much I loved my children, a new realization hit me: my body was unbelievable, creating the miracle of life. It was downright astonishing, in fact!

I did that! Me, your body. Can I get a thank you?

“Thank you!” I said aloud, smiling at myself in the mirror for one of the first times in a long time. “A thousand times, thank you.”

You’re welcome, my body said back. We, your body systems, would like to have more love and respect. We do so much for you and we are tired of the way you treat us. Everyone else was ready to go on strike. You know, shut down? But I, your marvelous mind, convinced them to give you another chance. You’re a loving, kind person, just not to yourself. I told them if we alerted you to the fact that you weren’t being very considerate of us, you would change your ways. Am I correct in assuming so?

I felt a wave of gratitude rush over me; if I didn’t love and respect my body, one day it could indeed shut down on me. I thought of my children and extended family, my friends, and all the amazing things I wanted to do. . . all of which I couldn’t accomplish without the amazing body I was given.

I love my life and I love my body, I thought confidently. I love my hair and my eyes. I know I am the perfect size for the things I need to do.

That was the start of my first “100 things I love about my body” list. The pleasure and joy I now have is vastly different than my life before. I would like to invite you to heal the relationship you have with your body. Think about the number one complaint you have with your body. Now, what would happen if you no longer had that body part or system?

I use to complain about being fat. Even when I didn’t have any extra body fat, I still called myself fat. Crazy, I know, but guess what? Now, I have extra body fat. Did I speak that into my future? Did I create that? Definitely something to consider.

Let me know what you come up with.

Have a beautiful day,

09 Mar 2021

Tools for Taming the Bully Between Your Ears

Saturday at 3:39 AM I was awoken with the thought that my body it a temple and that it is created in the image of God. You see, I have working on eating a healthier diet, getting more exercise, and reducing stress. And, I’ve been struggling. Will power wasn’t enough. I needed a perspective change so God gave me a very nice one.

I wouldn’t walk into my home of worship and spray paint mean and hateful words all over the walls. I wouldn’t even do that in an outhouse. Why am I doing that to my body?

The things I say about my body can be pretty mean. I have improved but I needed to take the next step.

I got out my Holy Bible and looked up some verses to help me solidify my new belief about my body. The ones I found are 1 Corinthians 3:16-17; 6:19-20; 10:23-26. You might enjoy looking them up as well.

We are God’s creation. That means he owned me once. Then He sent His son to die for me on the cross. That means he bought me again and still I was devaluing the gift He gave me.

Well, I’m happy to say I’ve upgraded my language and tamed that bully. I hope once and for all. However, I am human and I just might have to ask forgiveness a few billion more times. It happens.

Thank goodness God is so good.

We will be talking about this and other Tools for Taming the Bully Between Your Ears Saturday March 13 starting at 10:00 AM Mountain Time and I would love to have you join us.

This will be an international Zoom training because I have people from Poland, West Africa, and New Jersey.  As well as the greater Salt Lake Area.

I hope you will join us as well.

You are invited to a Zoom webinar.

When: Mar 13, 2021 10:00 AM Mountain Time (US and Canada)

Topic: Tools for Taming the Bully Between Your Ears

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Have a beautiful day and I’ll see you soon,

01 Mar 2021

A Pileup In Your Mind

Hurt people hurt people and there is a great deal of pain flying around our communities right now. Do you get overwhelmed with wanting to help but don’t know how?

It starts with healing; because, healed people heal people. It’s time to tame the bully inside of you so you can tame the external ones.

Healing your life starts with your thoughts. Bad thoughts, ideas, suggestions, and images bombard you all day long if you don’t shut them off. I know I can hear you say, “But, Jeanie, I need to know what is happening on earth.” Don’t worry. You will. You can’t escape it.

We haven’t had a TV or a newspaper in our home since 2007 and we still know what is going on with the planet. The difference is I’m not controlled by the catastrophic news. I’m not running around living in fear because all I can think about is the horror that is going on in our world.

It’s hard to think of hope when so many around you are hopeless. It takes discipline and strong mental muscles to hold to your inspired course. Mahatma Gandhi said, “You must be the change you wish to see in the world.” What if you were the person to change humanity? You can you know. It starts with your thoughts.

Guard your views with a tenacity you have not experienced before. When others around you are spewing hate and discord, you hold thoughts of love and harmony. It’s going to take practice and belief that you can make a difference.

Just like a single step does not create a path in the forest so to a single thought does not create a strong neural pathway in the mind. Most people have a few bent blades of grass on the trail to higher thinking and a six-lane highway to the negative judgments. It’s going to take some time to overcome the lure of that quick easy thought process you have traveled so many times.

You need to build a new lane of travel and it starts by thinking kind loving thoughts. The more times you drive your thoughts to be considerate of others the stronger and deeper the new route becomes. I invite you to start creating improved higher-level thoughts.

Many people like to play the blame game. That is where individuals look at their current circumstances and blame it on others. “I hate my life. If I had a different spouse, things would be better.” “My job sucks. I got to get a different boss.” “My house is falling down and my kids hate me. I’m out of here.”

The environment is not the problem. Your thoughts are.

I didn’t say it would be easy. I’m just saying it will be worth it. What if, you could have the loving supportive relationships you have always wanted? What if, you woke up in the morning excited to get out of bed and on your way to another exciting day of work? What if, your children ran to you when you came home for hugs and a story simply because they loved spending time with you?

It can happen. It has happened to thousands of people. You could be next.

Do you want things to change? Desire is the first step to change. You need to have a yearning for something different than what you currently have.

Take a moment right now and write down what you want. Do it now. Take the first step.

I ask my personal mentoring clients to do this. It surprises me how many people can’t tell me what they want. They only know what they don’t want. Guess what, that’s the highway to negativity. It’s time to get off that toll road. The cost is just too high.

Now that you know what you want, spend time each day focusing on it. Drive your thought vehicle down this desired side road. It might be a bit bumpy. You might have to cut some brush and fight your way through a few times because you haven’t been here before or it’s been a long time.

It’s time to get your positive inspirations off the super highway of negative thinking where they can be derailed. Don’t let your dreams end up in a fifty-thought pileup on the thoroughfare of life. Blaze a new route. Keep thinking about what is right and good and you will find more of it.

Let your light shine for others to follow. Show them how to navigate the terrors of the night by focusing on what is right with the world. Let’s be the change that is so desperately needed. Let’s build a super highway of positivity.

The steps to removing the negative traffic snarl in your mind are:

  1. Write out what you want. Within the next 24 hours get something you want on paper. Then over the next few weeks flesh it out. You can add color to it. What will it taste like when you have that dream? Add how it will feel emotionally and physically. Get the details in there. Make it come alive. Enjoy the process.
  2. Read it. Look at what you have written every day. I have pictures and stickie notes all over my house so I can be reminded of my improved story and focus on it many times as I go about my life. I walk the new path in my mind so I can have a mega road to my dreams.
  3. Believe it is coming to you. Act as if you have what it is you want. Before I had a Porsche, I had a Nissan Altima. I realized that we weren’t treating our current vehicle like we should. I wanted to bring a high-end vehicle into my life and I didn’t want it to smell like french-fries or have ketchup spilled on the seats so we stopped eating in the Altima. We created the habit of better car care before we got the fresh new vehicle. I believed so I could receive.

Three simple steps that change your world.

Thanks for spending time with me today.

May you always be blessed.

22 Feb 2021

Frustration

Do you ever get frustrated? I do. My question today is, What if all the things that usually work for you aren’t working? What do you do when you find yourself ticked off? I have my usual steps I go through and usually they work. At some point in the calm down process, I find myself relaxing and being just fine. Some of the time it only takes step one or two.  Other times, I might have to go a little deeper: take a deep breath, relax my shoulders, close my eyes, think of how someone I admire would handle it, remember they are a child of God just like I am, and I ask, why would a reasonable rational person act this way.

I ask them what they are thinking and feeling, and I let my feelings go. I remember my frustration is coming from me not them.

Currently, it’s not working. I’m still upset. I still think my way is the right way. Sometimes I need more steps in my path to ease my climb up the mountain of distress. I like reaching the top and feeling better. I like looking out over harmony and lessons learned. I do not like looking out over discontent and unease. So, I slow down and spend more time uncovering what I’m feeling. I don’t have to rush.

My husband keeps telling me to enjoy the journey and it is finally sinking in.

What are your steps? Do you have some techniques that you use to help you climb out of your valley of frustration?

I am learning to trust God more and follow the little God pokes He gives me.

Sometimes, as a parent, I’m not sure what to do. I just don’t know what to say sometimes. I have incredible children. I am very blessed. They are amazing. I just want an owner’s manual from time to time that tells me what to say to guide them on their path. I’m not perfect, but I wish I was sometimes.

I think that is where much of my frustration comes from. I still haven’t learned the lesson of “nobody’s perfect” because I expect myself to be. I know it in my head, but in my heart it’s not there yet. I had a mentor that use to tell me, “When you see it in your life and you are living it, then you know you have learned it.”

I will keep learning and growing as new things come my way because I’m enjoying the journey called life.

I accept the forgiveness of self and from others as I struggle. I show gratitude for God’s love and mercy and I take my next step.

In a few minutes, I’m going to get shaved ice with my son because it’s part of enjoying to journey.

What are you doing today? I’d love for you to share it with me.

Thanks for reading and have a fulfilling day,

15 Feb 2021

Bamboo or Corn. You Decide.

Do you ever feel like there is just no way “it” is ever going to happen? Do you stand in front of the microwave and say, “It’s not ready yet”? I might be the only one, but I don’t think so. Sometimes, it feels like I’m not getting anywhere. In this fast-paced technology infused world, it is easy to want instant results.

I want results like corn. Have you ever planted corn? It shows above the ground in about three days and grows like crazy. However, it seems like my results are more like bamboo. With bamboo it takes five years before you see anything above the ground. It feels like I take one step forward and two steps back in my business sometimes. Maybe I need to turn around, change my perspective, and then I can start running.

Corn is very fragile, if you start it indoors, until it is hardened in the sun. The new sprout is easy to damage and pull out. Corn only grows to about six feet tall. Bamboo is strong and resilient and grows to about 90 feet. Yes, it takes longer, but it is worth the wait if you want something that will last.

When it seems like things are taking too long, I just tell myself I’m growing roots. When it takes me longer to get it right, I remind myself I am creating success habits that will last a lifetime. When people tell me it will never happen, I remind myself how far I have already come. I am planting my seeds so to speak so I can say, “I have created something from hard work and grit.”

This business started as a vision in my mind that I took action on. Believe me, it was like a newborn calf trying to walk. I was stumbling all over the place. I even fell down on the some of the attempts I made trying to learn the new skills I needed. Now most of those skills are habits that I can rely on to run smoothly while I create more success habits.

I love what I do 98% of the time. Two percent of the time it’s scary, and I’m not sure what to do. A few years ago those numbers were switched. I know there will always be new things to learn because I enjoy learning. I will always push myself, and when I am pushing I am stumbling until I get my roots grown. Then you can watch me accelerate toward the sky once again.

If you’re struggling, I encourage you to hang in there and keep moving forward. You just can’t see your growth yet. Take the time to make the right habits. The ones you need for a lifetime. Habits can be hard to change so create them right the first time.

If you’re not stumbling, push yourself more. Potential is no good just sitting on the couch. Get up and use it. Make a difference in your life and maybe even the world. The world needs what you have to offer. If you feel a pull, follow it. If you have the desire, it means you have the ability to make it happen. I invite you to make it so.

I look forward to hearing what you’re creating. Keep in touch and keep moving forward.

Have a splendid day,

02 Feb 2021

Your Face Tells A Story

Do you know that the way you feel about yourself shows up on your face?

Good Morning,

My mom was right. Your face really will freeze if you keep making those faces. It takes some time but as you age your internal thoughts and feelings are branded into your face. Even if you’re young right now, you’re still being affected. When you think dark mean thoughts about yourself, you dim your inner light.

If you want people to be attracted to you, let your light shine. Most people don’t want a grumpy mean person hanging out around them unless they are mean and grumpy. Birds of a feather, my friend.

Right now, people are looking for joy and happiness. They want to feel good because so much of their life is in turmoil. They feel lonely and lost and they need you to bring some light and pleasure.

So, tame the bully between your ears so you can help others do the same.

I would love to share more with you through my podcast. You can listen to it here. http://bullyproofingu.com/podcasts/the-way-you-feel-about-yourself-shows-up-on-your-face/

You can also join me in person or online for a class Feb 6 10:00 AM MST. You must register for either one. If you want to come in person, text me at 801-735-5746 or send me an email. If you would like to attend online, you can register here. https://zoom.us/webinar/register/WN_S-k0fUp9SIGqx0grxFRShw

Feel free to bring a friend or two.

I look forward to being of service to you, your friends, and your family.

25 Jan 2021

What’s On Your Helmet?

I love my life.
The struggles and challenges.
The triumphant and the celebrations.
When I was younger, I was bold and fearless. I did things others were afraid to do. I wasn’t afraid because I didn’t know I was different. Then I started school and learned I had many learning disabilities. They told me I would never make it through school because I was to stupid.

You can see the joy and zest for life on my face. Then you can see it start to dim as I am told by others who I am and what I am to become. Because of my youth and trust in adults, I believed them at first. I came to believe that I wasn’t enough, and I started to shrink back and play small. As you can see, I am not small.

I’m grateful for growing up on a farm because I found pleasure in taking care of the animals. They never judged me or made fun of me. They were always happy to see me because I fed and cared for them. Bucking hay, carrying grain, and buckets made me strong and I developed some big guns for a young girl.

Since I couldn’t excel in academics, I choose to embrace my size. I learned to push my body physically. What better place to do that than in the Army where physical strength was encouraged? My goal was to get a perfect score on the men’s physical fitness test. I was usually within a few points of doing so.

I enjoyed basic training when it was over; however, the time spent in training was extremely difficult. One day stands out in my memory and that was the day I got to throw a live hand grenade. Blowing things up is fun for me and that was a huge explosion.
Because I was platoon leader, I got to go first. Being the leader had nothing to do with my skill and everything to do with my height. You could say I stand out in a crowd. I was taller than some of my instructors, eye to eye with others, and looking up to a few.

The drill instructor that taught me how to throw the practice grenade was slightly shorter than I. He taught me the step by step moves to properly release and cover, so I was safe while meting out damage to the enemy. After he was satisfied with my new abilities to safely throw and take cover, he took a large piece of caulk and drew something on front my helmet. Then sent me on down range to the live grenade range.

At first, I thought the instructor was standing inside a four-foot-thick wall, but as I got closer, I realized he was standing inside a stall with six inches of concrete protecting him from the blast of the grenades. I approached him on the run and joined him in the bunker. He looked at my helmet. Stepped back and handed me the explosive device. I went through the steps I had just learned and received a “go” for the event. Then I proceeded behind a ten-foot-thick by ten-foot-high wall of dirt that had windows in it for viewing the grenade range.

As my company processed through the exercise, the number of us behind the earthen wall grew and we were approaching the end of our training. Suddenly we saw “Private Smith” running up the lane with two big eyes drawn on the front of her helmet. Something we had never seen before. When she stepped into the bunker with the drill instructor, he did not step back as he handed her the live grenade.

Private Smith started performing the steps with the trainer very close to her. We had not seen this behavior before, so we watched with heightened curiosity. Private Smith pulled the pin caulking the explosive mechanism but instead of throwing it down range she dropped it in the bunker at their feet.

The DI acted with supreme agility. He grabbed her lifting her up and throwing her over the wall and then jumping into the next bunker covering her with his body as the world around was obliterated. We on the other side of the wall stood transfixed as debris hit our tiny window and shook the ground. As the dirt settled we realized what the chalk drawn eyes on her helmet had meant. They had been a code from one trainer to another. A message of warning. They said danger be careful with this one.

Several things happened very quickly upon our realization of what the eyes meant. First, we wanted to know what was on our helmets. Second, we forgot we had completed the exercise successfully. Third, we had a bully between our ears telling us we weren’t good enough. That we wouldn’t make it unless we had been found worthy by someone else.

We forgot what we had done. We forgot we had successfully completed the task at hand. We forgot our abilities and worried about what someone else thought of us. We allowed the voices in our heads to create fear and uncertainty.

It wasn’t until years later I came to recognize the bully between my ears and the damage it was doing. I have had the privilege of sharing my bully proofing you message with many others. I have learned to see the bully between their ears by looking into their eyes. Some many have allowed the bully to take their joy and contentment away.

We have allowed our inner bullies to stop us from reaching our full potential. Well, no more. Not on my watch. You must learn how to tame the bully between your ears so you can live a more productive and enjoyable life.

18 Jan 2021

I Accepted!!

I accepted!!!
It was so wonderful.
I love giving and Sunday evening I received. My son made an amazing dinner from scratch. I bought all the ingredients and he did all the work as his birthday gift to me. It was so nice to sit on the couch and read a book while he was in the kitchen cutting, mincing, mixing, and preparing chicken lettuce wraps.
My first-time having chicken lettuce wraps was at P. F. Chang’s about ten years ago as a reward for filling in our trophy.
You see, we had some really big bullies in our heads pushing us around and causing us to feel less than. So, I devised a plan to stop that nasty tyrant we could all have buy in with.
I asked my daughter to draw a large trophy in pencil on one of the pages of the flip chart I use for my classes. Then I took that trophy and hung it in the kitchen in a very conspicuous place. At the end of the day, each of us took a black marker and filled in one inch of the pencil outline for every time we had stopped our intimidator.
We set the goal that when it was all filled in, we would get dressed up and go out to eat at a fancy restaurant. We talked about where we would go and how beautiful we would look celebrating our new found belief in self.
It was definitely a night to remember.
When I found a recipe for that mouth watering concoction, I knew I just had to try them again and see if they were as good as I remembered.
I bought all the ingredients at the Smith’s and read though the steps for making them. It was pretty involved and I wondered it would really be worth it.
Then I got a bonus.
My son asked what I wanted for my birthday and I said, “For you to make these for me.” (He doesn’t mind cooking and does so for his girlfriend from time to time so I knew he could handle it.)
So, I relaxed on the couch reading while he made me dinner with lettuce wraps as the appetizer.
Fabulous!!!! I’m just saying.
Then my husband cleaned up the kitchen. It was spotless.
It was so nice once I got over trying to help.
I would walk into the kitchen and ask Max, “How’s it going?”
“Fine.” He would state.
“Do you need any help?” I would question
“No, this is my gift to you. Go sit down and relax.”
After about the fifth time he said, “I guess you can if you want.”
I realized what I was doing and I said, “No, I’m going to receive. Thank you for letting me receive.” I went back to the couch and didn’t bother him anymore.
When my husband started doing the dished, I just kind of took over and he stepped back and looked at me.
He didn’t say anything. He just stood there.
I put the dish down I was rinsing and said, “I’m going to receive now.” I left the kitchen and didn’t return for the entire evening. Then we watched a move downstairs in our theater room.
I can say with certainty my cup is full and it feels so good because now I have more to give.
I hope you do better at receiving then I did. I’m still learning and growing as well. It’s a process that gets better with practice. My difficulty with receiving showed me how out of practice I was.
Time to improve always.
How are you going to receive this week?
Share your story with me so we can improve together.
Have a blessed day,

12 Jan 2021

Giving Back Two Sides of the Same Coin

It’s been a while.
Thanks for waiting for me.
I’ve been helping my husband start his new business AT HOME.
With all that was going on with our country, we finally made the transition we have wanted to for some time. He has a mentor he is working with and I’m back to work in mine.
I LOVE what I do! Some days are even better that others. Yesterday was one of those days.
I signed another new personal mentoring client. As I was getting ready to write out the tithing check to our church, I received a text from the young man that use to live in my basement with his family through AirBNB.
I had him mow the lawn and do yard work so he would have some pocket change and to help him pay for his football fees in high school.
It’s been a few years since I spoke with him and was delighted to hear from him yesterday. In his text to me, he reminded me of who he was and apologized for contacting me out of the blue. He went on to tell me he had a three-month-old little boy and that he and his wife were struggling. He then asked me a question that I know was extremely difficult for him to ask.
“Can you possibly loan me $60 until I get paid in two weeks? If you can it’s greatly appreciated but if not, still greatly appreciated. I hope you and your family are doing well.”
In that moment, I knew what my mom had felt years ago when I was struggling and she had the money to help me.
She had come over to visit me and her granddaughter and as she was leaving, she tried to hand me $20.
I refused it.
She flashed right to intense anger. Something my mom never did. Then she stuck her finger in my face and said, “How dare you! How Dare You! I’ve worked hard to have extra money so I could help others and you smack my hand. HOW DARE YOU rob me of the joy I now deserve in helping those I love and care about.”
I had never thought of it that way before. There has to be a receiver to have a giver. That day I received. Today, I’m the giver and it feels so good!
I sent my former lawn mower some money through Venmo and today I’m putting a check in the mail with a letter letting him know it’s a gift NOT a loan.
All is right with my world today. It feels so incredible to do good in my business so I can do good with my life.
How can you be a giver or a receiver today?
It feels so good to be back sharing my stories and thoughts with you. Thank you for being part of my extended family. I’ve missed you.
Have a beautiful day, My Friend.
Love and hugs to you in this New Year,