Tuesday, December 12, 2023

Dreaming of a black Christmas


Today I’ll share a December excerpt from my memoir, Please, God, Don’t Make Me Go: A Foot-Dragger’s Memoir. The scene takes place on a mission center, Lomalinda (pretty hill), in South America, during our family’s first December there. 


But first, review Your Christmas stories need sensory details, and then notice those that I included in my excerpts, below. (Sensory details: What do you see, hear, taste, smell, and feel?) 


Lomalinda was into the dry season with clean cerulean skies and hardly a wisp of a cloud. Daytime temperatures rose to over a hundred degrees in the shade—cruel, withering. The green scent of the rainy season had given way to the spicy fragrance of sun-dried grasses. Immense stretches of emerald disappeared, leaving grasslands stiff and simmering under unrelenting sun.

      Muddy paths and single-lane tracks turned rock-hard and, with use, changed to dust. Yards and airstrips and open fields turned to dust, too. 

      From sunrise to sundown, a strong wind blew across the llanos, a gift from God because it offered a little relief from the heat. On the other hand, we had to use rocks and paperweights and other heavy objects to keep papers from blowing away. Dust blew through slatted windows and into homes and offices and settled on our counters and furniture and in cracks and crannies and on our necks and in our armpits and up our noses. . . . 

      During rainy season, sometimes laundry took days to dry in our screened-in porch, but in dry season I hung laundry outside and, after pegging up the last garment in the laundry basket, I took down the first pieces I’d hung—the hot wind had already dried them.

      Dry season gave homes and furniture and clothing and shoes and photos and slides a chance to de-mildew. Roads were easier to navigate, no longer gooey with mud. The parched wind gave us a break from the profuse sweating we endured in the rainy season so, in that way, it was a friend.

      But dry season could also be a foe. One sizzling afternoon, Dr. Altig hollered at our door, “Call for help! We have a fire!” Across the road behind Ruth’s house, flames leaped and smoke billowed. . . .



That year, our family’s first there, we learned December traditionally was a time of wildfires in and around Lomalinda, leaving acres of black ashes. Shortly after that day’s fire, the following happened:


One December day I walked a sun-cracked track while that celestial fireball cooked my skin and the smell of charred grassland swirled in the breeze. The school principal puttered up to me on her red motorbike. “It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas!”

      Pris watched me for a few seconds and then laughed—my face had betrayed my thoughts. I had to bite my tongue to keep from saying, “This looks like Christmas? You’ve got to be kidding!”

    To me, Christmas looks like frost-covered evergreens, and snowflakes, and frozen puddles. Heavy coats, scarves, mittens, boots. Runny noses. Sledding. Ice skating. Swags of cedar and pine and holly tied with red ribbons.

      I learned a lesson on that hot, dry December day. “It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas” means different things to different people. To most Lomalindians, especially kids, Christmas looked like a bleached landscape, charred fields, hot wind, and a whiff of ashes in the air. Folks enjoyed saying, “I’m dreaming of a black Christmas.”


What are your memories of unique Christmases? 

  • Did you spend one Christmas fighting a war overseas? 
  • Or did you celebrate the holiday in Hawaii one year? 
  • Or did you take a trip to the Holy Land?


What about traditions you enjoyed

  • Playing fun games 
  • Serving Christmas Eve dinner at a homeless shelter
  • Going to the Nutcracker each year
  • Watching It’s A Wonderful Life or Rudolph, the Red-Nosed Reindeer
  • Christmas caroling in nursing homes


What memories of traditional Christmas food do you have?


If you have a Nordic background, you might have traditions around smörgåsbords with

  • lutefisk, 
  • pepparkakor, 
  • gubbröra, 
  • liver pâté,
  • vörtbröd, 
  • pickled herring, 
  • pinnekjôtt,
  • glögg, and
  • julekaker.


If you have a Scottish background, you might have 

  • haggis 
  • tatties and neeps, 
  • black pudding, 
  • Cock-a-leekie soup,
  • clootie dumpling, and 
  • Yorkshire pudding. 


Have fun remembering Christmases past.


This is a super busy time of year, but if you keep a pencil and paper handy, simply jot down ideas for now. When things settle down after the holidays, you can spend more time on a rough draft.


And be sure to include sensory details.


Tuesday, December 5, 2023

Offer readers your all-important takeaways to help them move from mourning to thanksgiving

 

For the past couple of weeks, you’ve considered writing stories in your memoir that embrace both mourning and thanksgiving. (Click on What can you offer readers about mourning AND thanksgiving?)

 

You’ve experienced heartbreaks, setbacks,

and devastating losses.

 

But now, years later, you recognize

there’s more to your story.

Something to be thankful for.

 

Not only did you survive, but now

you acknowledge the silver lining of your heartache.

 

You came out on the other side of your sorrow

thanking God for the blessings wrapped up in the hurts.

 

He brought beauty from your ashes:

He gave you the oil of joy—a joyous blessing—

instead of mourning,

and a garment of praise

instead of heaviness and despair (Isaiah 61:3).

 

That’s what you want to put in writing

for your family and friends.

(See Part 2: What can you offer readers

about mourning AND thanksgiving?)

 

As beautiful as the story now is, it isn’t complete unless you include takeaways for readers.

 

Offering people a takeaway means you tell them the most important lesson you took away from a given experience. You tell them how you gained clarity and wisdom, how that helped make sense of your life, and how you changed as a result.

 

Give words to the principle you learned—think of the takeaway as a precept, a saying, a guideline, an adagesomething readers can live by, a principle that can be life-changing for them, too.

 

Your takeaways are the most powerful part of your memoir. They offer readers hopeor wisdom, or courage, or laughter, or a solution, or a new way of living or loving.

 

Your takeaways communicate to readers:

I know this is true because I have experienced it.

I have lived it. It changed my life.

Perhaps it will change your life, too.” 

(Read more at Your memoir’s takeaways can change lives.)

 

Below you’ll find examples of takeaways. I hope they’ll inspire you to share with others about both mourning and thanksgiving:

 

“At first glance, the thought that there is a blessing in our wounds sounds absurd,” writes Julie Sousa Bradley Lilly. She lists memories of “betrayals, insults, abandonments, embarrassments, injuries, pain and loss. . . .”

 

“When I have resisted bitterness and sought [God] in a hard or painful circumstance, He has used it to transform me into a better person that chooses a different path. Betrayals made me loyal. Insults made me kind. Abandonments made me faithful. . . . And injuries, pain and loss made me more compassionate and generous. . . .

 

“Terrible things happen in this life, and I wouldn’t for a second minimize another’s suffering. I only want to offer an opportunity to exchange a label of ‘victim’ for one that says, ‘blessed.’” (Blessings in Our Wounds, Julie Sousa Bradley Lilly, Ragamuffin Warrior)

 

Below you’ll find several other sample takeaways to help you write your own takeaways:  

 

“I’ve learned to embrace change, and acknowledge my fears knowing that no matter what lies ahead, God is ever present and I never have to walk this journey alone. And neither do you. Let’s not forget that although change, closed chapters, and life moving forward may bring us saddened hearts, it also brings us out of our comfort zones, spurring new beginnings and opportunities. By altering our perspective, often without notice, little by little we transform—our hearts, our views, our lives, our faith. We become wiser, stronger, more resilient, and positive . . . . What a gift. One day at a time, we got this.” (Daphne Bach Greer—the Sweeter Side of Grief)

 

The Farm Wyfe, Amanda Wells, offers this: “I’ve done enough living to know there are seasons when life challenges us, when God gives us opportunities to trust him even when the outlook is bleak. Even when exhaustion overrides all else and I’m hanging by a thread, I trust him because I have seen his faithfulness. I’ve experienced God’s hand on my life and I know he will get me through the hard times. . . . because God’s got this even when I don’t.

 

Kaitlyn Bouchillon writes about praying to God for relief from something awful, only to find Him silent . . . for a long time. Nothing seemed to change.

 

“It’s there, in the place where things don’t make sense,” she writes, “. . . that a miracle begins to take place.”

 

She offers this takeaway: “This is the hard but beautiful truth: The ‘other side’ of The Thing you’re hoping for, praying for, daily asking God for . . . it might not end up looking like what you hoped/prayed/asked. It might be that what changes is  . . . you.

 

“It might be that instead of walls falling,

by God’s grace and His strength,

at the end of it all you’re still standing.

That’s still a miracle.

That’s still an answered prayer.

 

Kaitlyn's words, It might be that what changes is you, reminds me of my own experience of transitioning from mourning to thanksgiving, in Colombia, South America, after suffering several months of culture shock at a remote mission center named Lomalinda (pretty hill). 

 

Equatorial heat and intense humidity brought me to my knees. 


I was utterly discombobulated and, in desperation, I refused to unpack and threatened to run away and walk (!) all the way home to Seattle by way of Central America, Mexico, California, Oregon, and finally arrive in my Washington State.

 

But, after a few months of settling into my job and getting acquainted with Lomalinda’s people, to my surprise, I discovered that I loved living there.

 

I wrote in my memoir, Please, God, Don’t Make Me Go: A Foot-Dragger’s Memoir:

 

“In moving to Lomalinda, I had taken a wild-eyed dive of faith and, halfway into it, I wondered where I’d land. And when I did land, I hit the ground hard. That place seemed so alien and harsh—yet that’s where God rescued me from myself.

 

“I had flown into the mission center as a scared, immature, unadventurous, doubting Thomas. God didn’t need me to accomplish His work in Colombia—He could have found someone else to do my job. He did more inside me than He did through me, and I suspect that was His point all along. He knew my faith and I needed to mature.

 

“Through situations, experiences—sometimes derailing, other times almost imperceptible—God expanded my heart and soul and mind and revolutionized the way I would look at life and Him for the rest of my days.

 

“He showed me that despite my fears and weaknesses,

He is strong.

When chaos reigns, He is in control.

When the unpredictable happens, He’s already there.

When I am vulnerable, He is my protection.

Exhausted, God is my strength.

Under that searing Lomalinda sun, God sheltered me,

and my family, under the shadow of His wings.

When I wanted to pull back,

He took my hand and nudged me forward,

and when my grip grew weary,

His brawny hand held on.

He sat beside me when I grieved over

taking my kids away from

their grandparents, aunts, and uncles.

He became my calm in the storm,

my rock when my world shook.

Every moment, every day, every night,

He hovered over my family and me

and calmed us with His love.

Sometimes God even showed His sense of humor,

though at the time I usually failed to appreciate it.

 

“ . . . If I had refused to move to Lomalinda, I’d have missed tarantulas and scorpions and cockroaches and howler monkeys’ breathy howls in the distance and cicadas’ ear-piercing whistles and parrots’ rowdy calls morning and evening.

 

“I’d have missed eating piraña, boa constrictor, caiman, dove, platanos, ajiaco . . . and cinnamon rolls seasoned with dead weevils. . . . I’d have missed drinking chicha, and tinto, and warm bottled sodas, sometimes with bugs inside.

 

“Before Lomalinda  . . . never would I . . . have envisioned myself chopping up a dead pig on the kitchen floor. . . .

 

“But moving to Lomalinda, despite my whines and protestations, took mephysically, culturally, and spirituallyto places better, higher, and finer than anything I could have dreamed.

 

“Glenny Gardner had welcomed me by showing me the coolest thing he could think of—a boa constrictor. In the same way, Dave wanted his wife and kids to experience the coolest thing he could imagine—living in Lomalinda. Rich offered me the coolest opportunity he knew—a trip to La Guajira. And from the beginning to the end, God, too, was offering me the coolest thing—working in Lomalinda.

 

God had allowed what I would not have asked for

to give me what I didn’t know I wanted.”

(Catherine P. Downing, Sparks of Redemptive Grace)


For more inspiration, click here to read Ashley Travous’s takeaways in her powerful post, To the Woman Who Stole My Husband.  

 

You’ll also find good insights from Reflecting on God’s Wonders in Difficult Times.

 

Take plenty of time to craft your takeaways. Pinpoint your message. Clarity is your goal.

 

Your takeaways will strengthen your readers' faith. They will give them wisdom that they’ll take with them long after they’ve read your final page.

 

Your story can offer hope to those in despair. Your story can model courage overcoming cowardice.  Your story can model calm for those tangled up in chaos.  

 

Your story can shine light in the darkness:

 

“At times, our own light goes out

and is rekindled by a spark from another person.

Each of us has cause to think with deep gratitude

of those who have lighted the flame within us.”

(Albert Schweitzer)

 

Who needs to read your story?

Someone is waiting for your spark to rekindle theirs.



 


Tuesday, November 28, 2023

Part 2: What can you offer readers about mourning AND thanksgiving?

 

. . . . Continuing from last time: How can you write accounts in your memoir that embrace both mourning and thanksgiving?

 

For some of you, Thanksgiving brings back the pain of a heartbreak you endured in the past at this time of year.

  • Every time Thanksgiving rolls around, you remember the first time you had to look at that empty seat at the Thanksgiving table. And it’s still empty this year.
  • That special person’s favorite song keeps playing in your mind.
  • Or Thanksgiving always reminds you of the time you miscarried . . . again.
  • Or someone shot you, leaving you paralyzed from the waist down.
  • Your boss fired you and you saw yourself as a total failure.
  • You remember Thanksgiving as a time of enduring the unimaginable, when you were crushed in spirit, unable to shake the heaviness.

 

It was a situation you never could have predicted or would have chosen.

 

Since then, you’ve struggled

to find joy in the Thanksgiving season. . . .

 

And yet . . . . And yet . . . .

 

Now, looking back years later, you recognize that

there’s more to your story.

Something to be thankful for.

 

In some unexpected, surprising way,

not only did you survive, but now

you acknowledge the silver lining of your heartache.

 

You came out on the other side of your sorrow

thanking God for the blessings wrapped up in the hurts.

 

He brought beauty from your ashes:

He gave you the oil of joy—a joyous blessing—

instead of mourning,

and a garment of praise

instead of heaviness and despair (Isaiah 61:3).

 

That’s what you want to put in writing

for your family and friends.

 

How did it happen?

 

If you haven’t sorted through that already, I encourage you to do so.

 

Take time—make time—to examine the past. Be deliberate.

 

Peel back layers and discover what you hadn’t noticed before.

 

How, specifically, did you travel from grief . . .

 to anger,

and then to hope . . .

and then to some degree of healing?

 

I say “some degree of healing” because most of us, despite the mending and restoring and rebuilding, still have an ache in our hearts.

 

You might be saying, “But I still have scars!”

 

I understand. I still have scars, too.

 

But a scar is not the same as a wound.

 

A wound is an injury, a laceration, a blow, a rip, a break.

 

But a scar is

“a mark left where a wound or injury or sore has healed.

(Oxford American Dictionary)

 

A scar is what you have after you’ve mended.

The bleeding has stopped. The scab has fallen off.

 

Instead of thinking of a scar as something damaged,

defective, or disfigured,

isn’t it better to see the scar as something that has healed?

 

Think of your scar as an emblem declaring you survived, as evidence of healing.

 

 

Take a good hard look at the way God answered prayers. You might not have detected them at the time, but looking back, you can clearly identify God’s specific answers.

 

Notice the people God brought into your life to shine a little light in your darkness.

 

What Bible verses popped off the page and gave you hope for the future?

 

  • Blessed are those who mourn, for they shall be comforted (Matthew 5:4).
  • The Lord is close to the brokenhearted, and He saves those whose spirits have been crushed (Psalm 34:18).
  • Those who go to God Most High for safety will be protected by the Almighty (Psalm 91:1).
  • He has put His angels in charge of you to watch over you wherever you go (Psalm 91:11).
  • They will call upon Me and I will answer them. I will be with them in trouble; I will rescue them and honor them (Psalm 91:15).
  • “I know what I am planning for you,” says the Lord. “I have good plans for you, not plans to hurt you. I will give you hope and a good future” (Jeremiah 29:11).
  • “At the right time, I, the Lord, will act. . . .” (Isaiah 60:22)
  • I give new life to those . . . whose hearts are broken (Isaiah 57:15b).
  • He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds (Psalm 147:3).
  • Weeping may last through the night, but joy comes with the morning (Psalm 30:5b).
  • How long, Lord, must I call for help . . . ?  I will stand like a guard to watch . . . . I will wait to see what He will say to me; I will wait to learn how God will answer my complaint (Habakkuk 1:2, 2:1).
  • God knows where I am going. And when He tests me, I will come out as pure as gold (Job 23:10).

 

Note turning points or significant events.

 

During the early stages of what I call my personal 9/11, when I despaired of ever really living again, for some inexplicable reason I planted nasturtium seeds.

 

Shortly afterward, it occurred to me that that was a strange thing for a person to do who feared she might not survive. Would I live long enough to see those seeds sprout? Maybe even blossom?

 

Soon I was deeply moved by discovering that a seemingly insignificant activity—planting seeds—was an act of faith and hope for the future.

 

I clung to that tiny ray of hope day after day and, before long, nasturtiums began to bloom, and I was still alive, and the flowers were brilliant. Planting those seeds was a tiny but significant turning point for me—one of many.

 

Look at that green!

Let me tell you another beauty-from-ashes story. One day when my husband and I lived in eastern Washington, a wildfire raced through our part of the state, destroying mile after mile of crops, barns, farm equipment, and houses. In every direction, as far as we could see, the world was all ash.

 

But, to my surprise, a couple of days later I could see wee little green grasses sprouting up through the ruins. Mile after mile, I noted the lovely, hopeful green! My heart rejoiced! God had already begun the healing process. That, too, was a turning point for me.

 

What were your turning points, the pivotal moments?

Identify them as you write.

 

This next part is important:

Remember, your readers want to know

how you navigated

through your crisis

so they can do the same

when they go through their own unwelcome challenges.

 

They look to you as a role model.

 

You do that by including TAKEAWAYS for readers.

 

Do you remember what a takeaway is?

 

Next week we’ll cover takeaways. For now, work on your rough drafts, praying your way through the writing, and offering readers the gift of both mourning and thanksgiving.

 

Your story is going to be great! God is going to use it.



 


Tuesday, November 14, 2023

What can you offer readers about mourning AND thanksgiving?

 

Some of you remember a past Thanksgiving as a time of grieving. Heartache.

 

We tend to think of Thanksgiving as a joyous time, a warm time of enjoying loved ones and good food.

 

But memories of some Thanksgivings

might be just the opposite for you.

 

Perhaps a loved one was dying,

or you learned your cancer had returned.

Maybe someone dear to you committed suicide.

You lost your job.

Or your spouse left you.

Or an earthquake—

or hurricane or volcano or wildfire—

destroyed your town.

 

And now,

when Thanksgiving comes around each autumn,

you remember that season of sorrow.

And those memories hurt every time.

 

Five years ago this month, my daughter, son-in-law, and three grandkids somehow lived through an earth-shattering few weeks—along with hundreds of their friends and neighbors.

 

The Woolsey Fire started November 9, 2018, and burned for fourteen days, destroying almost 100,000 acres of the Santa Monica mountains and residential areas in Malibu along the Pacific Ocean. It would eventually destroy 1,643 structures.

 

Imagine them evacuating, driving away, fearing they’d never set eyes on their home again, wondering what could possibly remain of their close-knit community and of the church my son-in-law pastors. Imagine racing away, mile after mile, winds blowing flames out of control, and being overcome by enormous rolling clouds of smoke and ash.

 

No doubt you’ve experienced something

similarly destructive, emotionally or physically.

You know the ache, fear, alarm, hopelessness, panic.

 

And yet . . . And yet. . . .

 

Kaitlyn Bouchillon wrote of stepping into an unknown future, of having to “walk through what we never saw coming, walk among the ashes of what was or even, perhaps, will never be. . . .” (You know what that’s like.)

 

She wrote of shaky steps, unable to see more than one foot ahead, feet slipping. Of weariness, “slowly shuffling along for so long.”

 

And yet . . . looking back now,

Kaitlyn could see that was not the whole story.

 

Stacy L. Sanchez at Heartprints of God writes: “I have a question for you. What do you do when life doesn’t make sense? . . . When you are left with a million questions and not one single answer? What do you do?”

 

. . . “When we find ourself experiencing a trial or hardship, our humanness demands to know why. . . . Why me? . . . What did I do to deserve this? . . . Why would God allow this to happen? Why would a God of love let me suffer like this? Why didn’t God step in and do something to stop this?

 

Stacy continues, “Our questioning only leads to feelings of confusion, anger, or despondency, not the answer we are so desperately seeking.

 

“. . . During a very low point in my life . . . day in and day out I kept pleading with [God] for an answer. I believed if I could just understand the ‘why’ behind what was happening, I would be able to deal with it, accept it, and move on.”

 

But, “God remained silent. For months I wrestled with my emotions and my God.”

 

What about you?

 

What do you remember

of being nearly paralyzed,

broken by an unwelcome blow?

You recognized life would never be the same again.

Wondered how you could live with the pain.

Feared the future.

Doubted you could keep placing one foot

in front of the other.

 

And God remained silent.

 

And yet, looking back now,

you recognize that was not the whole story.

 

Ponder that this week.

 

Your mind will be at work while you rake leaves

and bring woolens out of trunks

and stoke up the fireplace fire.

And while you plan your Thanksgiving menu.

Believe me, more and more details

will pop into your mind.

You still have time

before Thanksgiving’s hustle and bustle

to jot them down.

You’ll be glad you did,

and someday your friends and family

will thank you.

 

We’ll continue this next time—

because there’s so much more to your story.

 

For now,

be thinking about what you can offer your readers

about mourning

 

but about more than that:

What can you also offer them

about thanksgiving—

about gratitude that eventually became

as life-changing

as the darkness?




Tuesday, November 7, 2023

Prepare for what happens to you when you write your memoir

 

Prepare to choose courage over cowardice when the remembering and writing hurt.

 

Prepare to be surprised and delighted when you peel off layers surrounding your past experiences.

 

Prepare to find God’s fingerprints all over everything.

 

Prepare to discover links, insights, and joys.

 

Prepare to unravel your life’s mysteries (or at least some of them).

 

Prepare to make better sense of your life.

 

Prepare to feel good about it.




 


Tuesday, October 31, 2023

Are you discouraged about your memoir’s progress?

 

Have you worked on your memoir in the past few days? Or weeks?

 

Now and then circumstances interrupt our progress—sickness, holidays, visitors.

 

Other times we struggle to find words that can explain an experience or feeling.

 

And sometimes writing a memoir wears us out. Writing can exhaust us, especially when it’s about emotional, painful stuff.

 

It’s easy to get discouraged. Even derailed.

 

If any of that sounds like you, I hope this will give you a little smile:

 

“There’s only one person 

who needs a glass of water 

oftener than a young child tucked in at night, 

and that’s a writer sitting down to write.” 

Mignon McLaughlin

 

Perhaps you know what she’s talking about!

 

If you’re stuck and wish to get back to work on your memoir, take in these glorious words:

 

“Think thoughts of words filling the pages,

dreams being birthed. . . .

Oh how amazing!”

Women of Passionate Purpose on Facebook

 

Now read those words again.

 

Then ask yourself:

 

Is this the year I’ll finalize my manuscript?

 

Is this the year I’ll pin down my memoir’s title?

 

Is this the year my book will get its cover design?

 

Is this the year I’ll publish my memoir?

 

Is this the year people—even strangers—will buy and read my memoir?

 

Is this the year my story will change lives?

 

Now, get off the internet and go write!




 


Tuesday, October 24, 2023

Beyond entertainment: Challenge your readers to “do a doggie head-tilt”

 

You want to change your readers, not just entertain them.

 

Be sure at least some of your memoir’s stories challenge your readers to think.

 

Make them question.

 

Motivate them to stretch and wrestle with issues.

 

Move them to examine their assumptions and expectations to see if they’re valid.

 

Challenge your readers to do what Mike Metzger calls “a doggie head-tilt.” To look at things differently than before. Mike says, “If your head never tilts, your mind never changes.”

 

Persuade readers to tilt their heads and look at issues from another angle. To rethink what they believe. To reevaluate—and to maybe arrive at a different conclusion than they ever have before.

 

Open their minds to other possibilities, other interpretations, or other meanings.

 

Write stories that will give readers

a holy discontent with things that are not right in their lives

not to make them wallow in guilt,

but to offer them God-pleasing options.

James 4:8-10 comes to mind:

“Come close to God, and God will come close to you. . . .

Purify your hearts,

for your loyalty is divided between God and the world. . . .

Humble yourselves before the Lord,

and He will lift you up in honor.”

Also, see John 14:27.

 

Write stories that will give readers

a holy discontent with the ways of the world

materialism: possessions and trinkets,

meaningless mindsets and pursuits—and instead

inspire them to live lives of God-centered

substance and purpose.

Elaborate on what Jesus meant when he said,

“You do not belong to the world,

but I have chosen you out of the world” (John 15:19).

Also, see Romans 12:2.

 

The following prayer teems with ideas for your memoir:

 

Disturb us, Lord, when

We are too well pleased with ourselves,

When our dreams have come true

Because we have dreamed too little,

When we arrive safely

Because we sailed too close to the shore.

 

Disturb us, Lord, when

With the abundance of things we possess

We have lost our thirst

For the waters of life;

Having fallen in love with life,

We have ceased to dream of eternity

And in our effort to build a new earth,

We have allowed our vision

Of the new Heaven to dim.

 

Disturb us, Lord, to dare more boldly,

To venture on wilder seas

Where storms will show Your mastery;

Where losing sight of land,

We shall find the stars.

 

We ask You to push back

The horizons of our hopes;

And to push into the future

In strength, courage, hope, and love.

Attributed to Sir Francis Drake, 1577

 

Look at the first couple of lines: “Disturb us, Lord, when we are too well pleased with ourselves.”

  • What does “too well pleased with ourselves” mean to you, specifically?
  • What past events come to mind?
  • When were you too pleased with yourself? Or was someone else too pleased with himself?
  • What were the results of that mindset?
  • Why would/should we pray for God to disturb us over that attitude? What Bible verses illustrate that?
  • What lessons can you share with your readers?

 

Look at the next couple of lines: “Disturb us, Lord, when . . . our dreams have come true because we have dreamed too little.”

  • What does dreaming “too little” mean?
  • When did you, or someone you know, dream too little?
  • What was the result?
  • Why should we want God to disturb our wimpy dreams?
  • Tell readers the lessons you learned and how things could have been done differently. In this way, you are mentoring your readers.

 

Sift through your memories for stories that illustrate “Disturb us, Lord, when . . . we arrive safely because we sailed too close to the shore,” and when we focus on an “abundance of things.”

 

Then look at the third stanza.

  • When did a different you dare more boldly and venture into wilder seas where, as a result, storms showed you God’s mastery?
  • What can you write about “discovering the stars”?
  • You’ll want to explain what the following means: “wider seas,” “storms,” “God’s mastery,” “losing sight of the land,” and finding “stars.”

 

Remember,

writing your memoir is not just a hobby.

It’s a ministry.

 

God can use your story to guide, inspire, encourage, influence, motivate, and empower.

 

Sometimes a particular story, or version of a story, 

is so potent,” says Ayd Instone

that it becomes so interwoven in our lives 

that it defines the direction our life story takes 

and modifies behavior. . . .”

 

In a similar way, your memoir can change your readers.

 

Challenge them to “do a doggie head-tilt.

 

Be intentional. Make it happen.