Microwaves and lucky numbers

You are more likely to be struck by lightening while being attacked by a shark than winning the lottery.

It’s true.

And yet the number of lottery tickets bought each year is only getting bigger.

Why is that?

Here’s my theory:

Microwaves are the problem.You can now zap fry anything and it’s ruining America.

I can eat a frozen dinner while writing a paper while watching an episode of Seinfeld while buying a pair of shoes while checking my email while scrolling through my newsfeed while paying bills while on eHarmony while buying plane tickets while placing a bet on the next horse race.

And I never have to leave my house or change out of my PJS.

It’s the American dream, right?

Everything I want can be mine….right now!

No need for patience and long term planning. (Only people with flip phones still do that.)

lottoThis is the only reason why people buy lottery tickets: The hope of instantaneously falling into the good life.

Our microwaveable culture is even creeping into churches.

Why bother working and serving in ambiguity when you can take the stage and preach? You have the answers that will solve all the problems in modern Christianity. And you’re only 22!

(Please be sure to donate your brain to science one day, okay? We’d all like to know how you became as wise as Solomon so quickly.)

There’s no such thing as a microwaveable life.

The quicker we abandon this idea, the better.

Now did anyone eat Chinese today? I need the lucky numbers from your fortune cookie.  

I want to buy a lottery ticket before going on my deep sea fishing trip during the thunderstorm.

I’m feeling lucky!

Trophy collecting is a bad hobby

I played Little League baseball as a kid and I was terrible.

Right field was where I belonged because that’s what you do with a seven year old girl with no athletic ability whose stepdad happened to be the coach.

Every season I got a trophy–even though I didn’t deserve one.

TrophyMy skills didn’t improve the one year I played softball either.

Every game my coach told me the same thing when it was my turn to bat: Take one for the team. 

So I would stand at the plate, let the softball hit me, and then walk to first base.

My only prayer was that the ball wouldn’t hit me in the spot that was bruised from the week before.

As terrible as I was, I still received a trophy…

And don’t get me started about my one year of girl’s basketball.

My only contribution to the team was scoring the winning shot for the other team, but I still received a trophy…

It would be foolish for me to display all of those trophies today, wouldn’t it? And yet that’s exactly what we do with our lives.

We are so proud of accomplishments that mean absolutely nothing.

I kill it at Candy Crush. I’m the top scorer in the Game Center! That has to count for something, right?

If you really want a trophy, go to a garage sale. They’re a dime a dozen.

If it’s a life of meaning you’re after, that requires a bit more effort.

Find something you love and get to work.

Quit flirting with mediocrity at the water cooler.

Get busy!

Yes, seasons of hard work–and even failure–will come as a result.

But I promise you that the rewards you do receive won’t end up in a garage sale.

A hope worth celebrating

It’s been quite the weekend! 

I had the privilege of serving as a counselor at the Greater Birmingham Festival of Hope. 

Franklin Graham shared about the remedy for the pain and emptiness in our lives: accepting the finished work of Jesus Christ. 

Jesus lived and died to fulfill the righteous requirement of the law. Without His sacrifice, His blood, we would have no hope at all. 

Hope is an awesome thing. 

It’s the fuel of our sanctified imaginations. 
It’s the reason we can endure hardships with joy. 

Jesus came to give us hope!

A life without hope is no life at all. 

So, I want to end this wonderful weekend by giving thanks to Jesus Christ. 

He’s the author and finisher of our faith. 

He’s the giver of hope. 

And now hundreds of people have hope for a brighter future. 

All I want to do is celebrate!

Defining Moments

Here’s the dream that inspired my logo.


My parents and I were struggling to navigate the sea of changes. We all hopped into the journey feet first but we continued asking the Lord for direction.

And then my stepmom had a dream…

My parents were explorers on a hunt for treasure. An older explorer journeyed with them but could only take them so far.

Out in the bush, a lot of obstacles stood in their way. They continued searching, knowing the treasure was worth it.

The treasure turned out to be a jewel covered shovel. It was indeed a valuable–yet useful–tool that required protection and skillful handling.

The older explorer then gave the shovel to my parents, explaining that they were now  its guardians.

If you haven’t figured it out yet, I am the shovel. 

The Lord gave the dream to my family because it painted a clear picture of how He viewed our situation.

The dream has been an anchor for us as He continues to reveal the plans and purposes He has for our family. 

Next week, I will share more on how this dream continues to shape my thinking.

A little back story required

You may already know this, but I met my dad for the first time five years ago. I don’t talk about it much here because I write exclusively about it on my family’s website (link below).

I spent the summer after my junior year of college in British Colombia, Canada so I could get to know my newfound family better.

It was a wild ride, for sure.

My feelings were all over the map and I didn’t know if I had made the right decision by agreeing to come for the summer or even by agreeing to give my dad a chance.

Latest family photo by our friend Derek Crosby of Greater Image Photography

Latest family photo by our friend Derek Crosby of Greater Image Photography

It was my first time to get a passport, to fly, to leave the country, to meet my stepmom and siblings.

So many firsts…..

And I was already feeling like a social pariah.

It’s not like you can explain away how you are the daughter no one knew about.

“I’m a really nice person—not an axe murderer or a tax evader. Seriously, I was just as surprised as you are when I found out the whole story. None of this is my fault.”

See how much I ramble when I’m nervous?

Well, the summer went okay. There were some bumps along the way, but it was a good start to our adventure towards restoration. It was a summer of wrapping our thinking around this new reality.

I’m sharing all of this to give you the back story of my new logo.

My next post will explain the dream that helped our family cope throughout this crazy time. (And, no, it was not a dream caused by licking the caps of poisonous mushrooms.)

You’ll understand more tomorrow.

Until then, check out my family’s website: http://www.thehollimans.com/

My new internet home

Welcome to my new internet home!

I want to give a big shout out to my friend, Haley Hester, for designing the logo and the website. This would not have happened without her.

If you’d like her help with a project, send her an email at: haleycoe2015@gmail.com

Switching to a self-hosted website was one of my top goals for 2015. Now that this goal is accomplished, my creative juices are flowing….

But the main purpose of my blog is still the same.

I want us to have honest, meaningful conversations about the things that matter most.

That’s why my new tagline is “Daring to dig deeper”.

All too often, we never stop to think about why we think the way we do.

The cry of our culture is to respect differences and individuality. And yet, most of us don’t even know what we believe.

How can I respect your beliefs if I don’t even know mine?

And that’s why I wanted to blog every day.

I wanted to capture my thoughts and explore where they are coming from. It’s way too easy to bookmark an issue for another day.

Unfortunately, another day turns into another year, which becomes another decade.  

I don’t have that kind of time.

I am daring to dig deeper today—right now—because understanding what I believe and being able to talk about it is the most important thing I can do with my time.

In tomorrow’s post, I will talk more about the logo. Until then, poke around the new site.

Please let me know what you like, what you don’t like, and what you’d like to see.

I lost my ruler, so I can’t measure my IQ

Today I discovered an organization called Mensa.

Their only requirement?

Your IQ has to be in the top 2% of the general population.

And you can’t even lie about it because they want certified test results.

Here are the purposes of Mensa (taken from their website):

Mensa has three stated purposes: to identify and foster human intelligence for the benefit of humanity, to encourage research in the nature, characteristics and uses of intelligence, and to promote stimulating intellectual and social opportunities for its members.

I find the whole concept amusing.

A whole organization where high IQ is the standard…..

Can you really measure intelligence with a test?

How is that even possible?

Some of the smartest people I know have never graduated high school.

Some of the dumbest people I know have three to five titles behind their name.

Intelligence is too complex of a subject to be measured by only a test.

What about wisdom and character and common sense? Shouldn’t that be part of the intelligence equation?

It’s my dream to sit in a room full of all kinds of people–high IQ or not–and brainstorm how to make a difference in this world.

And put each person’s special gifts and talents in our toolbox to do it.

How cool would that be?

Please hear me out: I’m not bashing anyone or any organization. Don’t leave here thinking that I’m a bitter cynic.

I just don’t see how only gathering with your own kind is ever a good idea. You’re missing out on a lot of  great adventures and life lessons that way.

On a completely silly note, if a group of Christians formed a similar group, I hope they would call it “Amensa.” A girl can dream, right?

The biggest lie in the whole wide (business) world

“The customer is always right.”

This is the biggest lie in the business world.

It’s also the biggest reason why most employees do not like customers.

These are the game rules:

A disgruntled customer complains to a manager. The customer was, in fact, wrong. The manager turns around and berates the employee for not appeasing the customer. The employee then quietly loathes all customers.

Everyone loses.

If the customer is always right, then the employees are always wrong….

And that can’t be right either.

So where’s the truth?

As usual, it’s somewhere in the middle, hiding in plain sight.

A few weeks ago, I talked about how everyone is in the people business.

It’s in this universal truth that we find the answer to the question.

Sometimes the customer is right, sometimes the employee is right, and sometimes they’re both wrong.

Each circumstance is unique.

That’s why it’s wrong to wrap the core of a business model around a faulty truth.

Good managers understand this point. If given the freedom to lead with discernment, these managers create happy environments for both customers and employees.

Unfortunately, a lot of good managers are trapped by red tape. There’s nothing they can do without getting themselves into trouble.

And so “the customer is always right” comes back like a bad dream….

Not everything can be about the bottom line. Statistics–pie charts, sales goals, projected profits–can only measure so much.

The entrepreneurial spirit is spreading like wildfire for a reason.

I’m so excited that our society is breaking out of the Big Box and returning to cottage industries.

Cottage industries focus on people, on a bigger picture where dollar signs aren’t everything.

I don’t mean to sound like a broken record, but relationships matter. Even in business.

You’ll only get so far using people as rungs because the corporate ladder is falling down.

But you don’t have to go down with it.   

The power of love

As a kid, I had a lot of questions.

Both my mom and my dad abandoned me. My dad left first and my mom followed several years later.

Psalm 139: 14 says, “I will praise You, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made; Marvelous are your works, and that my soul knows very well.”

I had to memorize this verse for Sunday School.

I won some candy, but the verse never made any sense to me.

I remember praying and asking God, “If I’m so fearfully and wonderfully made, how can you explain why my parents left? Did they not think so?”

Many of us come from a dark past. Things happened that shouldn’t have and people abused our trust.

And we had questions that no one could answer.

Me?

I didn’t trust God for a long time. I thought He was just like everyone else.

Sure, I gave him lip service, but inside I was hurting and angry at Him and everyone else.

The day I surrendered my life to Christ, do you know what He whispered in my ear?

You can trust me. I approve of you, Audra. I always have. All I have for you is love. 

When I opened up my heart to receive Christ’s love, everything changed. He was right. His love and acceptance was all I ever wanted.

And suddenly, verses like Psalm 139: 14 started to make sense.

The pain I experienced happened because of the poor choices of my parents–not because God’s Word and God’s purposes for my life weren’t true.

Don’t let past hurts hold you back from receiving Christ’s love.

No pain is so deep that Christ can’t heal your heart.

Take it from someone who ran away for far too long.

True freedom, true healing can only be found through the grace and love of Jesus Christ.

How to not read the Bible

I’m not too good at reading through a devotional or even following a Bible reading plan…

My goal for this year is to read the entire New Testament, but I didn’t put any restraints on myself to read the books in a particular order.

I like it much better this way and there’s no guilt over not following a plan.

You shouldn’t feel guilt while reading the Bible. At least, not when it comes to following or not following a plan. 

Yes, read your Bible.

Yes, it’s a good idea to read your Bible every day.

Just ditch the guilt because it’s counterproductive. 

Scripture says that the Bible is life and health to those who find it.

There’s nothing healthy about being legalistic toward Bible reading. 

About six months ago, I was praying about this subject and here’s what I heard:

Isn’t the point to spend time with Me?To learn more about following Me? I’m just happy you are reading. 

And that set me free.

It’s my prayer for you to be set free as well.

As Christians, it is important for us to know the Scriptures.

The Bible is God’s will expressed to mankind. 

Keep in mind that legalism and religiosity is not a part of that plan.

I’d love to hear your thoughts on this topic. 
Until next time,

Happy reading!