Anchors don’t look back (Prayer devotional for the week of May 22, 2011)

Much of the time, the star athletes have the first turn. There are starting pitchers in baseball, starting point guards in basketball, starting quarterbacks in football, etc. In these sports, you want to get on the board first and stay in the lead.

A different strategy comes into play when the sport is a relay race, however. Certainly, the lead runner or swimmer needs to be a strong athlete, and those in the middle of the race need to maintain a swift pace, but the star—the one who will bring home the win—is the powerhouse anchor. The last one to leave the starting block is the one people look to for the finale. The anchor breaks the ribbon with one final stride; the anchor stops the timer with one final stroke.

In life, though, we don’t always like being last … do we?

When you are the anchor, you don’t start on 0:00. You start at whatever point your team made it to before your leg began. You might already be in the lead; you might be trailing everyone. Regardless, it’s your job to kick it in gear (pun intended) and either maintain the lead or earn it.

Likewise, we don’t have control over many of the circumstances that have affected our lives in the past. We can’t usually undo past mistakes. You can’t choose your parents; you don’t pick your siblings. You can influence but not force change in your spouse and children. You can’t single-handedly fix corporate lay-offs or the tumbling stock market.

You may be running the anchor leg in life, but don’t give up! God doesn’t expect you to run the whole race alone, but he does expect you to keep on keeping on. Check out Romans 12: 11-12: Don’t burn out; keep yourselves fueled and aflame. Be alert servants of the Master, cheerfully expectant. Don’t quit in hard times; pray all the harder” (The Message).

So, if you are looking over your shoulder at the past, then you are not focusing on the race ahead … and anyone who has ever seen a horror flick knows that looking over your shoulder while running is a bad, bad idea. Stay alert; don’t quit.

E-textbooks and the future of print

I lovelovelove my nook. No, this isn’t a paid endorsement for Barnes & Noble … although, if they offered, I might accept. I still have shelves bursting at the particle board seams with “real” books at home (and at work, for that matter), but I really enjoy my e-reader. I’ve had it for well over a year now, and I currently have 127 titles in my library, plus another 83 personal documents such as lecture notes and pdf articles. It has proven to be an invaluable study tool, because I can convert course materials to pdf files and carry them anywhere, which allows me to catch a few extra minutes of study time before meetings, during lunch … whenever!

Although the nook is my first e-love, I also have the Kindle app on my phone so that I can access e-books that are proprietary through Amazon (boo for not sharing &/or using compatible file types!). But I digress. I read an article today in which Amazon announced that e-book sales on the Kindle have surpassed ALL of their print sales. And, that doesn’t even include freebies (of which I have dozens on both the nook and Kindle). Wow.

In a whopping four years, the Kindle has overtaken sales of all hardback and paperback books … not worldwide, of course, but even just on Amazon – it’s astounding. I find it interesting to note that this summer semester marked the first time that I was able to purchase one of my textbooks electronically.

During my 1st round through college, there was no such thing as Amazon; the Internet was an infant. In the 2nd round, I gleefully bought most of my textbooks online – and used, whenever possible. Now, in the 3rd round, I am starting to find e-textbooks!

At this rate, if I go for a second doctorate, perhaps Amazon can just feed me the info subliminally! That would rock. Sleep = study!

For the record: I am NOT going back to school for a second doctorate. That was a joke. Seriously.

New research directions

I am so stoked about a new project that I’m working on. After the poli sci conference last month, I began thinking seriously about changing the direction of my dissertation research. (It’s still a bit early to carve into stone, but I do need to start focusing on a general theme.) You may recall that I was planning to talk to a friend/mentor about possibly co-authoring a paper with me. If that worked out, then it could certainly put me on the path of my ultimate dissertation focus.

Well, we bounced some thoughts back and forth, and after we hammered out some more specific ideas today, I think we have landed on our topic! Woot!

What is especially thrilling is that the topic is under-researched and represents an opportunity to make a ground-floor impact on future scholarly efforts. On a totally unrelated note, I just-so-happened to talk to someone later in the day who — as it turns out — may very well have contacts in one particular area that I need to delve into further! How cool is that?!

This paper wouldn’t be for a particular class, per se, but it would be a huge step in establishing my credibility as a researcher. Having a published article would also look great in my portfolio for my capstone class (part of the dissertation process) and set the stage for future prospective articles … textbook chapters … books … ?!? … the possibilities are endless. I can’t let my imagination get ahead of me; I have to focus on the task at hand, first.

I don’t mean to be overly vague about the paper; I just want to pull it together a bit more cohesively before I share a lot of details (and avoid sounding like a bigger dork than I already am, LOL!).  The pieces do seem to be falling into place, though, and it’s really exciting to me to explore this new area of research!

Nipping Complaining in the Bud

As you might have guessed from this week’s prayer prompts, Sunday’s message was about complaining. Like a sermon on patience, God always seems to give me ample opportunities to put into practice what I’ve learned. 😉

Well, I met a friend for our weekly Tuesday morning prayer breakfast before work today and refilled my Diet Coke as I left. When I got to work, I dropped my soda as I was getting out of the car, and it busted and spewed all over one of my pants leg & foot. Decision time! Complain or not?

Instead of complaining, I decided to be thankful that I am wearing dark slacks today, it didn’t take long to dry, and I didn’t have to drive all the way back home to change clothes for work! 😉  If I had worn the khakis that I was originally planning to wear today, then it would have left an ugly dark stain. OR, if it had been coffee instead of soda, then I would stink. See? There’s always something to be thankful for.

Reminiscing hurts

My nephew-sons like to have their sheets & blankets swished over them — it was a bedtime routine that my brother called “a big whoosh.”  Tonight, after I gave him a big whoosh, No. 4 asked me to tuck him in tightly “like Daddy used to.” It caught me off-guard when he mentioned that other little bedtime routine of my brother’s, where you tuck the blanket around the kid like a burrito, because I had forgotten about it.

He speaks of Daddy occasionally, but it’s usually the same type of stories that we talk about often — like how he was so strong, he could pick up the boys with one arm and lift them up to the ceiling! It makes me happy when they talk about other stories and share their memories.

After I leaned over to kiss him goodnight, I straightened up and whacked my head on the underneath side of the bunkbed. Ouch! I rubbed my head, kissed and hugged No. 3 on the top bunk, and turned out the light as I left their room.

Then, the thought occurred to me: reminiscing hurts. Sometimes, grief-filled memories hit me upside the head [thankfully, not quite as literally as tonight’s unwelcome example]. Yet, if the grief were to go away entirely, wouldn’t it mean that the memories had vanished, also?

In that case, I’ll embrace the grief. Reminiscing hurts, but I can’t bear to forget.