Entries by Shauna Blaak

Collect Words of Life, Not Criticism

The BEST part of moving houses, or cities, or nations is that you get rid of the old and start fresh. Garage sales, yard sales, rummage sales, although painful at times are brilliant for reducing clutter.

Minimal mess. Minimal clutter. Minimal packing.

But what about our emotional, mental, and psychological baggage? How do we manage that kind of clutter after years of collecting life experiences?

This season has been harder than I expected. Little did I know that when I pressed ‘publish’ on my book, I would be pressing GO on a roller coaster of emotional turbulence.

* Insecurity? Haven’t dealt with that in years, but here we go!
* Comparison? Oh, my goodness, where did that come from?
* Second-guessing myself? Stop this ride—I wanna get off now.

There’s a verse in the Bible that speaks about God sending His Word and then TESTING that Word (check out Psalm 105:19). I think that’s what’s been happening here.

You see, whenever we allow God to use us to deliver something important, WE get tested in it first.  

He Loves to Make Your Dreams Come True

I giggled recently when I heard someone call Santa Claus a stalker because “He sees you when you’re sleeping, He knows when you’re awake.” Haha!

Thank goodness we don’t think the same about God—He even counts the number of hairs on your head and calls the stars by name.

But seriously, isn’t it a comfort to know that SOMEONE knows everything about you and doesn’t forget the important stuff?

About 25 years ago, I started my bucket list. Do you have a bucket list? Mine contains ALL of the things I want to accomplish in my lifetime but wasn’t able to do at that moment. I was a young mom in those days, and we only had one car. I was REALLY feeling trapped within our four walls and endless kid chaos.

My bucket list allows me to dream past the reality in which I live.

My bucket list includes things like…

Stop Long Enough to Play

The hero was just about to save the day. Villain thwarted and damsel saved. Just… a little… further… He could almost reach her. “Try harder, Ken. Try harder. You can’t let her fall.”

His one true love MUST be saved. Reeeeeach! The clock was ticking. Time was running out. It can’t end like this.

“Shauna, supper time!” and I would jump out of my skin, a violent reminder of reality.

“MOM! Don’t scare me like that!”

She would just shake her head and marvel at why I would be gasping for air and clutching my heart.