They only played 35 minutes of the game. They fell asleep in the second half. They tried to coast their way to victory. No matter how you describe it, the Atlanta Falcons’ performance in the Superbowl a few weeks ago was less than impressive.
I promise I’m not going to start making all of my posts political. However, today is president’s day, and so I feel obliged to write just one more politically-minded article.
It’s easy to complain about the state of affairs in one’s country. It’s far more work to actually be active and politically involved in the topics you care about.
I had a rocky start into the world of dating.
When I started getting interested in boys, my parents instituted a rule that anyone who wanted to date me would have to ask my dad’s permission to do so first. I thought this was silly and impractical, but I complied since I was still living under their roof.
I talked a lot about taking responsibility for the things you want in life. If you decided to embrace that mentality, that’s great! I’m so proud of you for refusing to continue to play the victim. There was another side of the coin, however, that I neglected to address in my last article.
There is a pattern that I’ve noticed among highly successful people.
They take responsibility.
One of my goals from my V2MOM this year was to slow down. Well, what better way to slow down than to visit your 91 year-old grandfather!
A few weeks ago Michael and I slipped away from the city for a weekend visit to see my grandpa, or “Pa” as we call him. Life in Atlanta has been pretty crazy lately, and it turned out to be a wonderful mini-retreat.
I have known Heidi all my life. Or rather, I suppose it would be more accurate to say that Heidi has known me all my life.
When I was born Heidi’s parents and my parents were already close friends. Her mom taught the Sunday school lessons for the kids in our church tirelessly – week after week, year after year. I remember her set of flannel characters that she used to visually illustrate stories from the Bible. When I turned 13, Heidi’s dad wrote me a sweet little poem as a gift to commemorate the occasion. I still have it, almost 15 years later.
Heidi was several years my senior, so we never really ran in the same circles, but I remember thinking many times as a child that Heidi was one of the “cool” grown-ups. She had a winning smile, warm personality, and seemed to always be doing interesting things. I adored Heidi.
Then life happened, as it always does, and our families grew apart. My folks moved out of town, and then Heidi moved even farther away. We still kept up with each other through Facebook, friends, and occasionally old church reunions. I enjoyed hearing from a distance about the changes in Heidi’s life – moving to Colorado, joining and then leaving YWAM, getting married, etc. I realized, however, that I didn’t really know her story. To truly know someone’s joys and struggles, you have to been a bit closer to them than their Facebook feed.
That’s why I was so delighted when Heidi submitted her story to Stories of Significance. To hear such vulnerability from someone I admired so greatly…well, it only serves to deepen my admiration for her even further.
Here is Heidi’s story: