3:16 Challenge

3:16 Challenge

Hi all –

These days of quarantine have been challenging and I know many of you are serving our communities on the front line.  THANK YOU !  I wanted to offer a bit of encouragement.

I started a challenge.  It is called the 3:16 Challenge  Why 3:16?  It is in reference to the Bible verse John 3:16 – ” For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only son , that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life.”

I have been watching all of these challenges on social media and I thought if people could encourage each other to do 10 push ups , post unflattering pictures of themselves, or awesome pictures of the food they are making, surely we could challenge each other to pray.

Here is how it works –

  • Set your phone alarm for 3:16 pm your local time
  • Pray for others around the world
  • Tag 3 friends and encourage them to do the same
  • Use the hashtag #3:16challenge

It is simple yet profound. Encourage your family and friends to join in.  Please know, I am praying for all of you and if you are needing specific prayer, please feel free to send me a note.

We will get through this and be a stronger world for it – Join me in prayer!

Blessings

Sherri

 

 

 

 

The Importance of a Story

The Importance of a Story

I love going to the movies! I enjoy the story telling and the cinematography , the music , and of course the popcorn and Milk Duds.  I enjoy laughing and I must confess I cry easily too.  That is the beauty of a great story, it evokes a myriad of emotion.

This past weekend I went to see “ Little Women”.  I remember reading the book when I was in middle school and then have seen each screen adaptation since.  I enjoyed this new version brought to life on the big screen.  The story is much more complex now that I am an adult and  view things from a mothering perspective.  Being the oldest of four children and being somewhat stubborn and very independent, I can relate to Jo March. However, this viewing I found myself relating to the mom and her struggles to keep her family safe and loved.  The joy and sorrow she experienced through her children was palpable.

I left thinking more about motherhood and how since becoming a mom the way in which I view life has changed.  I believe I am more empathetic and more vulnerable to what is going on in our world and how this affects families.  Having the privilege of working with moms around the world through my job at MOPS International, I believe that motherhood is a universal language. The nod we give each other whether it be at the grocery store with toddlers or at the school parking lot with our teenagers – We just get it, don’t we?

I recently read a quote that said, “ When a writer knows themselves, they can write their story and the reader reads their own.”  How true that is and what an encouragement to us all.  We all are story tellers to some degree.  The life you are leading right now is telling a story.  I was challenged to think about what my life story is saying to the world.  I would encourage you to think about that and share your life with those around you.  Sharing the good, sometimes the ugly and all the boring in between unites us in our authenticity, realizing we are all trying to give our best.  Share your story so others feel the freedom to share theirs. Maybe something you share will let someone else know they are not alone or maybe what you share will be just the right encouragement to create a catalyst for someone else to branch out and start fulfilling their dreams.

Your story is important, I encourage you to share it! 

The Reason

The Reason

I am extroverted by nature and love spending time with lots of people. I am energized by the crowd.  Sometimes; however, when I spend a lot of time with people and have lots of different conversations, I have a hard time winding down and falling asleep.  Last week at MOPS we brought our entire remote staff in to engage in our annual strategic planning.  I was thrilled because the majority of my staff is remote and we spend most days connecting via Facetime, phone and Zoom so having time in person was wonderful.

I found myself restless at the end of the week.  I was processing plans, replaying meaningful conversations and honestly had a lot planned for the weekend as I was hosting a large party at my house.  I decided to stop tossing and turning and make my way downstairs so I didn’t wake my husband.

I walked around the Christmas tree and began reminiscing.  My tree is a story tree.  It is a bit of a hodge podge so to speak but so many ornaments hold sentimental value to me.  A green felt ornament with my oldest son, Justin, centered in the middle with his first grade smile.  An ornament with Spencer’s old football number, Taylor’s picture secured in a hot glue gunned popsicle stick triangle. Then there is Lexi’s picture,surrounded by gold painted noodles her beautiful smile and the “ I cut my own bangs with play scissors” look that she sported as a preschooler one year. Our first year married Christmas ornament which is now 33 years old. The beautiful ornaments my sister has given me over the years and the ones we have collected on our travels.  Then one in particular caught my eye – It says, “Jesus is the Reason for the Season”.  Santa is kneeling in prayer at the manger.  It is sweet.  I then glanced over to my nativity scene and the lights from the tree reflected so beautifully on the manger scene.

It is the season, the birth of the Christ child.  The celebrations of it all.  Looking at the baby Jesus in the manger made me grateful that He is not just the reason for the Christmas season but He is the Reason. The meaning to our earthly lives. This Christmas let’s not leave baby Jesus in the manger.  As fellow Christians let’s love all people well and share the hope that is only found in Him.  Those thoughts allowed me to settle back into bed and I slept so peacefully.

I realize Christmas can be so hard for many.  I know we have had our years when the thoughts of Fa La La seemed impossible.  This year many we know are struggling with health issues and the sadness that comes with the loss of those we love.  Even more reason to stop and share God’s love. Let’s be mindful of the Reason this holiday season and beyond.

Wishing all of you a Merry Christmas!

Isaiah 9:6 NIV For to us a child is born, to us a son is given, and the government will be on his shoulders. And he will be called Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace.

Traditions

Traditions

It is Thanksgiving week in the United States and nothing screams tradition to me more than the Thanksgiving holiday. We have traditions in our family and I bet you have them in yours. Where did they come from?  Are they worth passing on?  Those are the questions I have been asking myself at the beginning of this holiday season.

“It’s that time again!” Having something to look forward to that is just around the corner is a wonderful part of our human experience.  I will be hosting Thanksgiving dinner for my side of the family and I am really looking forward to it.  We eat a very traditional meal of turkey, mashed potatoes, stuffing, pumpkin pie and the like.  We are a family that is ok with trying new things too and many of the recipes we have explored in recent years have now become part of the tradition.  Our favorite being a brussels sprout casserole and a cranberry salad.  I might add that only my sister in law, Tanja, is allowed to make them.  She just has the magic touch.  * see sherricrandall.com for recipes*

Food and the holidays can trigger nostalgia and anticipation.  I realize for many it can also trigger unpleasant memories and can be a difficult time of the year.  The great thing about traditions is you get to decide what you want to move forward with.  I am challenging myself to think about why I have continued with something and have I made it worthwhile for my kids to continue one day when they have their own families.  Good things to ponder.

Traditions help us with a healthier and happier outlook on life.  They bond us with our family and friends.  I believe we have an innate drive to build them which in turn helps with our finding fulfillment and belonging.  It is the anticipation and the joy.

Traditions may change and evolve over the years and some just need to stay the same. I hope I got you thinking about yours. From my home to yours – I wish you a season to be thankful for!

I would love to hear about your favorite Thanksgiving traditions.

Choose Joy and Choose Grace

Choose Joy and Choose Grace

It is a Monday morning, not even 10 am, and I am finding myself in need of a pep talk.

I woke up early today to go for a walk before work.  Ear buds in place and music turned up I began my walk on the trail.  Preoccupied with my thoughts of my youngest son starting his senior year of college and my daughter starting her senior year of high school.  My heart burdened by the senseless shootings that took place this past weekend in my country.  I began to pray and walk.  I thought I heard a voice and as the cyclist was approaching my side, I quickly moved over to accommodate him.  Much to my surprise, he hopped off his bike and began screaming at me to MOVE OVER.  He berated me and cussed at me before jumping back on his bike an pedaled away as he was nodding his head in disgust that I would be walking closer to his side of the trail than mine.

I then decide on my way to work to stop at the grocery store and pick up some items for my lunch.  There is road construction so I inadvertently turn and drive against the arrow pointing us to park.  My mistake as well as the car in front of me and the three others behind me.  We all encounter the wrath of a very frustrated driver who honks her horn, rolls down her window and proceeds to scream at all of us for being idiots.

I decide a large coffee is in order at this point and stand in line to order when the young mom in front of me who is juggling 2 little kids spills her iced coffee macchiato all over my sandals and feet.  I then have a choice don’t I?  I chose to laugh and to tell her it was no big deal as we both worked together to clean up the mess.  This prompted the man behind us to pay for both of our drinks and thank me for not treating her like I was treated in the parking lot. He was part of the wrong way driving escapade too. We all had a good laugh and wished each other a great day.

Choices…  Sometimes we are aggravated by what others do and sometimes we are the one who is aggravating.  Today I am determined to choose grace and gratitude.  All the minor issues I described for you are nothing compared to others in the world who would love the freedom to walk without fear in their neighborhoods, to have a working automobile and to have the funds to purchase coffee.  I spend my days working for a global ministry so I am well aware of the fact that these are minor in the macro of our world. Even with that lens I found myself sad and a bit annoyed.

My encouragement to you and to me today is this  –   choose the joy and choose the grace.  It is always worth it even when it is hard and who knows, maybe sometimes you might even be treated to a cup of coffee.

Reflections of Summertime

Reflections of Summertime

I love to feel sunshine on my face and living in Colorado I get to experience that a lot as we like to boast that we have 300 days of sunshine a year.  Blue skies create a sunny disposition so they say.  As our summer days feel longer and the sun shines until late in the night, I settle into my summer rhythm of walks after work, watering the garden, watching baseball and talks with my husband sitting on the back porch staring at the magnificent sunsets chatting about life and many nights eating a popsicle.  There is something about summertime that brings out my ten year old self. The rhythm of life seems to change with the arrival of fresh cut grass and ice cold lemonade.

A few summer ago, I participated in a Bible study that focused on the Psalms.  Right away Psalm 1: 3 caught my attention –

“ That person is like a tree, planted by streams of water, which yields it fruit in season and whose leaf does not wither – whatever they do prospers.” NIV

That particular summer arrived after an intense time of ministry and quite frankly a time where I felt unlike the tree above, my leaves were withered. I was worn out, my joy was gone. This passage caught my attention because it promises that this tree gives its fruit in season, while its leaves do not wither. My expectations of myself, and the expectations I often see those around me putting on themselves, are that we are to be productive and fruitful all the time. Our rhythm to include rest has disappeared.

No wonder we feel tired.

We were created for rhythms. All of God’s created world was created with rhythms. God created night and day. God created and then God rested. The leaves fall in autumn and return with buds of promise in the spring – rhythm.

Modern life gives few reminders, but we humans used to go to sleep and get up with the sun. Life followed the rhythms of the agricultural seasons. There was a time to plant and a time to harvest. With the arrival of the summer fruits in the produce aisle and farmers market, I am reminded that fruit grows in seasons, not constantly or instantaneously.

Life today can be a constant barrage of noise and information that is accessible at our fingertips. We can be plugged in all the time, and we are expected to be fruitful year-round. The arrival of summer reminds me we can change that rhythm.

My challenge to myself and to you is to find our rhythm of summer. Find ways to slow down. Extra time with our families, extra time outside and maybe a little extra ice cream too.  Rhythm is a simple concept, let’s find ours and let’s not over complicate it… 

Happy Summer!!

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