New Attitude

We rang in 2009 just 13 days ago. I've heard it so many times...a new year, a new way of thinking. It's a fresh start. A blank slate. New ideas, new dreams, new goals. When a new year comes people often make new years resolutions that they keep for several days, or weeks but after several months they have forgotten what they even vowed to do. Some vow to lose weight. Some want to eat healthier or exercise. Some want to better themselves. Some may want to go back to school, or to graduate, or to get better grades. There are a wide range of resolutions that can be made, and yet forgotten. In the past, I have been in the group of people who have made resolutions and kept them up for a short period of time and then not kept up.

This year I'm committed to being different. I have one commitment and it is to have a new attitude. I mentioned this in the office one day and I was reminded of the Patti LaBelle song "New Attitude." It has become somewhat of an office joke and I was even entered to sing it at karaoke tonight. I sang (but without the microphone). There are even a few dance moves that go along with the song. Each day I wake up, I sing the song, think of the words, and remember, I've got a new attitude.

All joking aside in regards to the song, I am committed to this new attitude. In order to do this I have committed to three things. First, I am committed to my relationship with God. God will give me the ability to have this new attitude. Second, I will keep a negativity journal. In this journal I write all of my negative thoughts and feelings. I write things that anger me. After each day, I'm not allowed to look back. I can only look forward. This idea was shared with me by Dr. Brock. As we talked about this journal, he shared about how writing things gives us a sense of release. For the days I've kept this journal so far, it has helped. Third, I am committed to just being more positive. There is nothing worse than a negative Nancy. I don't want to be known as that. So I will wake up on the right side of the bed. I will smile. I will encourage others. I will seek what God has in store for me each day.

With this new attitude, it doesn't mean that each day is going to be easy for me. I know that a lot of things are going to come up that will upset me or make me mad. However, with this new attitude I am committed to truly becoming a happier person. I am blessed and I need to live a life that truly shows that.

When thinking about this new way of living, several scriptures came to mind:

"with regard to your former way of life, to put off your old self, which is being corrupted by its deceitful desires; to be made new in the attitude of your minds;and to put on the new self, created to be like God in true righteousness and holiness." Ephesians 4:22-24


"Your attitude should be the same as that of Christ Jesus"Philippians 2:5

We are called to have an attitude like Christ. I am determined to figure out what that looks like, feels like, and is lived live. I'm pretty sure it doesn't look like the old me. This small commitment of a new attitude will be the biggest, most positive change I can make for my life. As we journey together, hold me accountable, I'll need it.


I'll leave you with the words of Patti LaBelle:

Running hot,
Running cold,
I was running into overload,
That was extreme.

I took it so high, so low, so long,
There was no where to go like a bad dream.

Somehow that wires uncrossed,
The table were turned,
Never knew I had such a lesson to learn.

I'm feeling good from my hat to my shoe,
know where I am going and I know what to do,
I've tidied up my point of view,
I've got a new attitude.

They say it's my birthday

December 10, 1982 at 6:22a.m. I was born in St. Mary's Hospital, Richmond Virginia. I was born several weeks early so I was whisked away for a check over. When the doctors had cleared me I still wasn't allowed to meet my mother. She had pneumonia. For two weeks we stayed in the hospital while she recovered. My dad came to the hospital everyday to take care of me and feed me. After two weeks, Mom and I got to go home on Christmas Eve.


Today I turned 26 years old. I don't feel any different. I was surrounded by loving co-workers all day. I got to take an afternoon nap. I received my letter from the Associate Dean for Academics congratulating me for registering for my last semester of classes (what a present!). This evening I had a home cooked meal with two good friends. It was followed by several hours of good conversation.

I'm looking forward to tomorrow at work. It's tacky sweater day in honor of my birthday. I hope to post a few pictures later.

I am thankful for yet another year of life. I have one semester left of graduate school and from there who knows. All I do know is that God continues to bless my life with love, friends, family, and memories that I will never forget.

To Return or not?

Tonight my mother called, she needed my opinion. She informed me of how the business meeting at my home church went last week. Up for a vote were the proposed changes to the constitution, one of which was including females as deacons. The church had a talk-back session two weeks prior to the business meeting in order to allow for discussion.

The business meeting happened last Sunday. When it came time to vote for the constitution, a man stood up and said he wanted to talk. Technically, he wasn't supposed to because the dicussion had taken place earlier. He demanded that he be able to talk and wouldn't sit down. He said that he couldn't believe the subject of women as deacons or ministers had gotten this far. He stated that it was not biblical for women to be leaders and basically bullied everyone present for 10 minutes. He told the people that the subject of women as leaders, deacons, ministers, etc. should have never been brought up and since it had the leadership of the church was wrong, and doomed for hell.

To make it better, the FEMALE youth minister stood and talked about all the reasons that people should not vote for female deacons. How ironic?

Needless to say, the vote occurred and it wasn't passed. I believe that many people will leave the church.

Mom called to ask for my opinion. She feels like she and my father should leave the church. My father doesn't want to because he feels they have been members for 30 years and haven't been a part of the "business" of the church for some time. Mom feels torn. I told her I wasn't going back there and that on Christmas Eve, if they go I will stay home.

If you'd like to know why I haven't been going to church for some time, it's for reasons like this. Whose a man to tell me that women can't be spoken to by God? I just don't understand. You can use the Bible all you want as your reasoning, but if you study the Bible you would know that what you are using was not meant to exclude women for all these years afterward. Good grief.

I'm free because...

Today is Veteran's Day. U.S. President Woodrow Wilson first proclaimed an Armistice Day for November 12, 1918. The U.S. Congress passed a concurrent resolution 7 years later. Veteran's Day was officially made a federal and state holiday on May 13, 1938. The law stated that it would be on the 11th day of the 11th month. It was created to be a day dedicated to the cause of world peace.

As I think about Veteran's, I am quickly reminded of those whom I'm close to that have served in some branch of the military. My grandfather, whom I was very close to served in WWII. He wouldn't tell me much about it when I was young, only that he served, loved his men and was disturbed by many of the sights.

As I drove around freely today, worshiped in chapel, went to work, ate dinner out I remember those who have fought for my freedom.

Whether or not we agree with the war, we should all agree to support our troops.

So on this Veteran's Day, let us remember those who have fought for us. This is the day we can honor the 24.9 million military veterans.

Once I was a pumpkin...

This Friday will be October 31st. For most people that means: Halloween! I remember as a small child helping mom to pick out my costumes and getting all dressed up. I remember the costume that mom picked for me before I was old enough to help her out. I was a pumpkin. Cute as a button with the bleach blonde hair poking out from under my green hat which served as a stalk. During the early years of my trick or treating, we would go with good friends Brandon and Clay. I would go around with them in their grandmother's neighborhood and we would get as much candy as possible. We would gather back at their grandmother's for hot apple cider and we would dump our candy into piles to see who had the most or to trade for something we might like better. As my sister and I got older, we started going trick or treating with some other good friends, Brandon and Lucas. We would go all around their neighborhood and then come back and compare candy. Sometimes we would have a bonfire and make smores and other times we would just eat as much candy as we could.

However, it never failed. When we got home from trick or treating, Mom would take our candy and put it into two jars. Then it would be rationed out over time so that we didn't eat all of it at once. For the first few days it was exciting to be able to pick the candy I wanted. Then, it lost its zeal and often my jar of candy would sit for weeks or months.

I remember the simple fun we had back then. I don't remember bad things. Now, the news is full of stories about child molesters putting certain signs on their doors to keep children away. You also have to be very careful about the candy you get. Each piece must be checked to make sure that nothing has been tampered with. The other thing I hear now is that this holiday is from the devil. Most churches will not condone Halloween and will have a Fall Fest or an All Saint's Day Celebration. What's wrong with letter kids have a little Halloween fun? By the way, my second favorite holiday to decorate for is Halloween.

So, as Halloween fast approaches, let us remember the more simple times. Do you remember your favorite childhood costume? Do you remember all of the candy? What are some of your favorite memories? I sure remember the good things and not trying to stay away from child molesters or people who thought this holiday was from the devil. Whatever the case may be, I hope that whatever you do on Halloween you find joy. I'll probably be with one of my friends giving out candy to trick-or-treaters and I will love every minute of it!

It warms my heart...

Last month I read an article in the Biblical Recorder about the Women's Build for Habitat for Humanity. What caught my attention was the picture of the new homeowner on the front dressed in full hijab. She and her family are Muslim and were putting in sweat equity with North Carolina Baptist women to build a new home. I was interested in how this Christian organization was working with Muslims. I hadn't thought much more about it since then, other than the fact that it was neat. The other night as I was reading online news, I found an article on fox news about Muslims working with Habitat for Humanity to build homes. The article gave me great hope for Christians working with Muslims. It's a wonderful source of encouragement as there has been so much turmoil between Christians and Muslims and now we are finding new ways to work together. Take a look at both articles and think about how you can help. It's something we can all do. Let's learn to get along and love God.

The difference an email makes...

I've been pretty sad this week and had a lot going on in life. This weekend I took the time to hang out with friends and just take care of myself. On Friday evening I received an email that made me smile. It reminded me that I do have a purpose and I am following God's call.

Here's what it said:

Sara:

I know that you probably do not get thanked enough for the work that you do to help out the International students and so many others on campus. Thanks for your Christian example simply by living your life--you do make a difference and your impact extends far beyond what you may ever realize.

Have a great weekend & God Bless.


This brightened my world and reminded me that I do make a difference.

How are you making a difference?