Making History

I was going to write this post several months ago… in November, but it seemed like I lost the spark for it, at the time. Something happened yesterday that reminded me of it all, and now I cannot avoid it.


On October 31, 2015 I watched history being made. Well… almost. You’ll see in this photo our dear American Pharaoh jaunting by us, preparing to win the Breeder’s Cup Classic. Dream come true for me – to be at the Breeder’s Cup in general. My dear bestie, Jordan, joined me for a cold and sometimes rainy day, full of horses, bourbon and making new friends. She was a TROOPER. I was fully in child-at-heart mode, and was overly gracious just to be at Keeneland that day. 

We were able to create community about five rows away from the rail. Everyone was really nice. One family included us in on their bets, and encouraged us to pick a horse each race. Another lady was a veterinarian from Florida, who was friends with the owners of one of the champions of an earlier race. A gentleman, a row or two ahead of us, upon realizing my hunger while sharing his popcorn with me, gave me the rest of the bag to happily munch on. And as we edged closer to the big race, we made a pact with everyone around us to squeeze in so we all could have the best possible view.

That is until Mr. Entitled decided to stand on the bench directly in front of Jordan and myself. One lady, momentarily frusterated, shouted, “Are you going to stand there the whole time?” “Yes,” Mr. Entitled responded confidently. Suddenly down with that, she also stepped up on the bench. When the crowds shouted their frustrations at him, he turned around, smiled his cocky little smile, and turned back around.

The father of Mr. Incredibly-Attractive, smiled and motioned for me to simply push him, and as much as I wanted to, my polite little self decided to be simply thankful and content. So a moment later, dad to Mr. Incredibly-Attractive shouted in a respectful yet firm manner, to Mr. Entitled about how rude he was being. But of course, Mr. Entitled didn’t seem to even consider being respectful to those around him. So Jordan and I heard the race, while all we unfortunately could see was Mr. Entitled’s hiney.

Have you ever had someone stand up for you? Even in the simplest of ways? I realized at that time [I met my future father-in-law ] that the moment that made history for me that day, was not a horse running a race, but a near-stranger standing up for me. I’m used to taking care of and standing up for myself, but it was really, really, REALLY nice to have someone else do it on behalf of me.


The reason I thought about this yesterday was on the way home from the grocery store, a black truck pulled out of a gas station behind me. A seemingly normal situation. I expected, as what usually happens, to be tailgated. However, this didn’t happen. Not only did he follow behind the recommended 2-second length, but out of respect there was at least another second of space. And it wasn’t because he was driving slow [I know what that’s like – this was different], it was because he actually respected the car in front of him enough to give me some space. He considered someone other than himself.

It’s kind of sad really, that these moments stick out to me. Thinking about it more it frustrates me to realize how disrespected I feel on a daily basis – and that these moments of respect are so rare.

Where are you going, and why do you need to get there so fast? Do you really not have time to give a little extra space between you and the vehicle in front of you? Is there no time to say, “Thank you,” after someone compliments you or thinks of you with a card or gift? Are you the only person living in your own little world?

Take a moment and think, is this you? I realize I’m not perfect, but I really am working on being intentional and being considerate to everyone I meet. I’ve been challenging myself to look people in the eyes. One day last week, while operating the register at my place of employment I challenged myself to look every customer in the eyes. Well, I quickly realized it was a two-person ordeal, as out of all the folks I intentionally sought eye-contact with, only one responded. The rest looked everywhere possible to avoid it. Which then challenged me, as a customer, to look people in the eyes.

I write this over and over again, but it’s true. It’s the little things, the simple things that make all the difference. Be polite – say please and thank  you. Don’t just respect your elders, respect your youngers too. Look people in the eyes, and smile. Be generous with your hugs. Compliment people. Treat people like people, not meat. Ask what people need prayers for. Even if they “don’t believe”, most people will still accept prayers. Don’t rush, give space. Use your blinkers. Pull over for emergency vehicles. Don’t live in your own little world, I’ve heard it’s a lonely place to be. Be the change.

If this is you: considerate, thoughtful, respectful and kind – Kudos! Share your joy. We need more of you in this world.



This morning I was really drained, like really drained. I didn’t want to go to work, and I definitely didn’t want to seek God’s will for the day. I just wanted to eat chocolate and mope. Why you might ask? A lot of little things piled up and I just couldn’t quite cope. Oh and I was seeking joy in all the wrong places… but we’ll get to that.

In this week’s message at Cross Point Church, Pastor Pete Hixon spoke of “The Truth about Grace.” He used the Scripture John 4 to describe how Jesus met the Samaritan woman where she was and spoke truths about her life and into her life. He knew that the wells she was continuously drawing water from would only fill her for awhile. However he shared with her, as shown in verses 14-15, that whoever drinks the water he gives will thirst no more.

Jesus and the Woman of Samaria

Now when Jesus learned that the Pharisees had heard that Jesus was making and baptizing more disciples than John (although Jesus himself did not baptize, but only his disciples), he left Judea and departed again for Galilee. And he had to pass through Samaria. So he came to a town of Samaria called Sychar, near the field that Jacob had given to his son Joseph.Jacob’s well was there; so Jesus, wearied as he was from his journey, was sitting beside the well. It was about the sixth hour.[a]

A woman from Samaria came to draw water. Jesus said to her, “Give me a drink.” (For his disciples had gone away into the city to buy food.) The Samaritan woman said to him, “How is it that you, a Jew, ask for a drink from me, a woman of Samaria?” (For Jews have no dealings with Samaritans.)10 Jesus answered her, “If you knew the gift of God, and who it is that is saying to you, ‘Give me a drink,’ you would have asked him, and he would have given you living water.” 11 The woman said to him, “Sir, you have nothing to draw water with, and the well is deep. Where do you get that living water? 12 Are you greater than our father Jacob? He gave us the well and drank from it himself, as did his sons and his livestock.” 13 Jesus said to her, “Everyone who drinks of this water will be thirsty again, 14 but whoever drinks of the water that I will give him will never be thirsty again.[b] The water that I will give him will becomein him a spring of water welling up to eternal life.” 15 The woman said to him, “Sir, give me this water, so that I will not be thirsty or have to come here to draw water.”

16 Jesus said to her, “Go, call your husband, and come here.” 17 The woman answered him, “I have no husband.” Jesus said to her, “You are right in saying, ‘I have no husband’; 18 for you have had five husbands, and the one you now have is not your husband. What you have said is true.” 19 The woman said to him, “Sir, I perceive that you are a prophet. 20 Our fathers worshiped onthis mountain, but you say that in Jerusalem is the place where people ought to worship.” 21 Jesus said to her, “Woman, believe me, the hour is coming when neither on this mountain nor in Jerusalem will you worship the Father.22 You worship what you do not know; we worship what we know, for salvation is from the Jews. 23 But the hour is coming, and is now here, when the true worshipers will worship the Father in spirit and truth, for the Father is seeking such people to worship him. 24 God is spirit, and those who worship him must worship in spirit and truth.” 25 The woman said to him, “I know that Messiah is coming (he who is called Christ). When he comes, he will tell us all things.”26 Jesus said to her, “I who speak to you am he.”

27 Just then his disciples came back. They marveled that he was talking with a woman, but no one said, “What do you seek?” or, “Why are you talking with her?” 28 So the woman left her water jar and went away into town and said to the people, 29 “Come, see a man who told me all that I ever did. Can this be the Christ?” 30 They went out of the town and were coming to him.

Jesus is calling all of us to come back to him, not the different wells that momentarily satisfy us. He knows all about us – the good, the bad and the ugly, and he still calls us to him. He knows that we struggle, and like any good father would, he desires to fully satisfy our thirst [he is the only one who can].

Last night, when I couldn’t fall asleep, I made a list of all the wells I draw water from to try to be filled. Some of them included: People [but I know that I can’t put expectations on a mere human to satisfy my soul, even my bestest of friends], The Tonight Show with Jimmy Fallon [though it brings much laughter, it only lasts for a moment and then it’s gone], Food [I usually end up feeling too full, and in all the wrong ways], Sleep [I don’t think I will ever quite get enough sleep], Bourbon [though it warms and calms my insides, it nary does compare to God’s inexplainable peace], Adventure [sometimes, epic life distractions], etc…

This morning, I went to many of my wells to try and thirst no more. Maybe if so-and-so hugs me then I’ll feel great, or chocolate I just need something yummy to eat, or sleep just a few more minutes, or something funny there must be a video this morning that’ll make me laugh… All the while I steadily ignored the still, small voice that said Come to me. Each well exhausted me a bit more, but the voice persisted Come to me. Come to me. Come to me.

After awhile, I did. I took a moment away from it all and said Okay God, I’m listening.

And then he did something really cool, once he had my attention. He filled me by allowing me to be a part of his plan. He gave me an opportunity to obey, and he was really gracious and thoughtful about it. I was able to help someone in a way that I wished to be treated. For a quick moment, and glance of understanding, I was able to share my missing of my Gma in an act of service. Really cool, now that I think of it.

Through all of this, I decided to make a new word. “Jesusovert.”I will no longer claim to be Introverted or Extroverted [I sit right on the fence anyway], as I am a Jesusovert. I receive my energy through seeking Christ. Anyone with me?

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but whoever drinks of the water that I will give him will never be thirsty again. The water that I will give him will become in him a spring of water welling up to eternal life.” The woman said to him, “Sir, give me this water, so that I will not be thirsty or have to come here to draw water.” -John 4: 14-15