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Friday, August 15, 2014

Day 2: THE BUTTERFLY SEASON: HOW FIRM A FOUNDATION


With my book pending arrival, thought I would share little snippets with you.  Check out the snippets and activity below!  www.mkt.com/amina-s-mcintyre


Day 2

THE BUTTERFLY SEASON: HOW FIRM A FOUNDATION

“In every condition, in sickness, in health;
In poverty’s vale, or abounding in wealth;
At home and abroad, on the land, on the sea,
As thy days may demand, shall thy strength ever be.”
~ from How Firm a Foundation by John Rippon

Even wonder how a giant gets big or how a celebrity got so famous?  It often seems like overnight there they were, unable to be overlooked for that thing they did. But the majority will tell you that they had to start somewhere. Silas House, author of The Hurting Part and other books, once said to a group of budding writers that it took him 8 years to become an overnight sensation. Before that, there were many drafts and manuscripts and rejections.  His entire journey started from a simple place: by writing the first word.

The strength comes in that starting place.  A butterfly’s egg is the foundation and everything that happens to it helps to shape its experiences. On the outside is a shell hard enough to withstand any climate.  If the butterfly lays the egg in the wintertime, they will not hatch until the spring comes.  The shell also has a coat of glue that allows it to stick to the leaf and not be removed once it is planted, firmly. 

When we are walking in our calling, that overnight celebrity status seems like a farfetched idea at first.  Whether we make an impression on our job, in children’s lives or in our churches, we often start with the tiniest idea.  We protect it, not worrying about the competition and what naysayers say.  If the idea comes during a season where it can not be cultivated to grow -- maybe we are not able to write that full novel at the moment -- we will put it away for a spring day. But more than anything else, we stick to that call, because deep within it is the life source that will move us to our maximum potential. 

This idea will get tested, pushed, molded, shifted out of the way and criticized. Always remember, the foundation is there for a reason - everything we learned there will carry us through.  “That one is like a man building a house, who dug deeply and laid the foundation on rock; when a flood arose, the river burst against that house but could not shake it, because it had been well built” (Luke 6:48).  If we remember the strength of the egg, the humbleness of the beginning, handling a little recognition will not alter the core, for the glue will stick us to the course. 

Consider identifying the whisper of your call and jot it down. Protect those little eggs of life budding within you, making sure the you can build a strong foundation to handle whatever it brings to you.

Saturday, February 8, 2014

Weekend Activity: Snail Mail



This weekend, take a little time to have a foray with letter writing.  With the invention of email and text message, the phone call and general letter writing are all but obsolete.  However, there is a special feeling one still feels when they open their mailbox to find a letter that has nothing to do with a bill. This weekend, choose one or two persons to write a letter on a notecard, postcard or even a regular sheet of paper.

Wednesday, February 5, 2014

First Wednesday: D'Marie

Happy Wednesday! Once a month, on the first Wednesdays, Peace and Praise will feature independent artists from around the world.  Today's artist is D'Marie.


Twitter: @DMarieSings

A couple of years ago at The Phenomenal Women's Summit in Birmingham, Alabama, the morning meditation leader presented a hybrid power hour of scripture, quotes and music.  Different from many other meditation hours I attended in my conference career, this leader wove her own compositions into the worship, allowing attendees to walk through the journey of her pain and move through to healing.  The music, a gospel neo-soul infusion, was inspiring, uplifting and encouraging a move through to a cathartic experience, where the participants were able to unpack their own, boxed and shelved emotions in the safety of the hour.

Meet D'Marie, one who has the "ability to create memorable moments through presence, word, and song—giving voice to the voiceless, bringing healing, motivating worship, and drawing people into the loving presence of God".   Her album, H2O, features tunes such as "Afraid", "Misty Rain" and the theme song of The Phenomenal Women's Summit, "I'm not that Woman Anymore" covering a vast range of tunes suited for quite worship and meditation.   For these reasons and more, we share this brilliant walk in the wade pool and some insight from D'Marie in this post. Enjoy!  


How did you get started with your music?

Honestly, I have always "done" music; I even started arranging songs and writing my own compositions back in 1985. I did a project about 12 years ago but never felt comfortable with it or my voice on it. It took me this long to really commit to this new identity, to this as a career. I guess that is why I took on a new name/alter ego. Because of my other profession, a trusted friend thought that having a stage name would make it easier for some to accept what I was doing and what I was singing. I hesitated at first, but finally became comfortable when I came up with a name that was my name anyway. I'm glad I did it now. It has allowed me a certain freedom when my title would have been a restraint.



What was the inspiration for your album H2O? 

The songs of H2as a collection tell the story of my journey since I moved to Birmingham. This particular project began with the song “Something in the Water.” It sprang from a poem I wrote because of my frustration with my work supervisors (who remain my colleagues in other settings) because of belittling behavioral patterns that left me bewildered, disappointed, and trapped in an unhealthy situation. Up to that point, I had been in a songwriting drought, just couldn’t get a lot of inspiration. After I finally decided to put that song into recorded form, my songwriting drought ended. I began to have ideas for more and began to sit down to think about what I wanted (and needed) to express. The writing of the project itself and the recording and editing process were my form of “music therapy”—allowing me to find some clarity and emotional healing for myself. I wrote what I felt, not trying to make it pretty, not trying to make nice. I simply wrote from my life.

Regarding the title, there are three songs in this project which have water references.  “Something in the Water” suggests that the water someone drank was tainted, causing that person to behave in unexpected and disappointing ways.   The second, “A Life Touched by Pain,” uses the imagery of rain representing the painful, difficult seasons of life. However, even in the midst of dreary seasons, God is present and active, helping us find the beauty in the rain. “Misty Rain,” on the other hand, celebrates the replenishing, life-giving ability of water and the ways in which love replenishes and renews us, restoring what the struggles of life have taken away from us.

I decided to go with H2O to draw those images to the forefront and to offer music that can be a misty rain for others.



How does "I'm Not that Woman Anymore" serve as an anthem for you and as a single?

Thinking of “I’m Not That Woman Anymore” as my anthem makes me smile! My artistic collaborator thought that the song sounded too angry at first, and he was right! In a way, it reflects my anger, but it was that same anger that pulled me out of the pit I felt I was in and made me fight back. The fight itself was that of reclaiming my space, reclaiming some peace of mind, reclaiming my sense of self, reclaiming the strength to leave a toxic situation. In part it was anger, but it was also celebration! I had had ample opportunity to compare the damaging impact that situation was having on me to the loving and strengthening presence of people like my spouse and other close friends, which led me to gather up my courage and move on with life. This song is the unofficial “part 2” of “Something in the Water” since it became my goodbye song as I closed that chapter. It was my anthem celebrating the change in me, the growth that allowed me to let that go and reclaim my strength.


  

How do you hope this album will touch and inspire others?

I think this quote from my liner notes answer this question. It reads: 
"I have been entrusted with a great gift of music by God, the giver of all good gifts. This project is fruit of that generous gift. It is my desire that these songs will, first of all, be reflections of the beauty, grace, and love of God.  Secondly, since the words and music have helped me to heal and to celebrate love in greater fullness, I pray that they will also bless the listeners as they heal and/or as they celebrate love in greater fullness."

What is one thing you would like for everyone to take away from your album?

I want the "take away" to be a sense that love makes us whole, that love helps us bear the tragedies and disappointments that come with living, and that love surprises us with the strength we need to get back into the game.


D'Marie can be booked by contacting her via Facebook at the information above. See her perform on Friday, February 7, 2014 at the Sister City Connection in Birmingham, Alabama.

Tuesday, February 4, 2014

Car Theology: I Can Start Again


For the next month, we'll be looking into devotions based around my learning how to work with my car - and how they all taught me something new about myself.  It has a different format than the normal Peace and Praise.  I hope you all still enjoy it all the same!

Not my baby, but a look alike.  The Colby AKA Brown Blur
What I Learned: I Can Start Again

What happened: Broken Starter

One Homecoming weekend, during my Indiana days, I had to be at work.  In small town, liberal arts college employee life, having a weekend to yourself is completely atypical. I stretched, took a few moments to myself to get prepared for the day, wanting to orient myself before getting to the big game, often used as a time for recruitment and networking with the student's families.  I went outside and The Colby, as my students affectionately called my car, was sitting there just waiting for the day.   I got in, unlocked the door and sat down, ready to get into the laziness of my day.  Instead of the legato vroom that typically freely accompanied the turn, there was a staccato click. I tried it a couple of times, to know avail. Surely it must have been my battery.

Thinking I must have been careless, I got my friend to come out and together we tried to start my car, first considering jumping it.  After wiggling it a few times, the car eventually started. I still had a few minutes to get to work and other places so I took it straight to one of the body shops - a small family own garage on the main road in the town, whose gas prices were about $.50 above the rest.  I met the owner, after some discussion, he checked it out.  The body shop told me it was the starter, a piece inside the ignition that makes it turn on.  They can get worn down, and when they do, they cause a "clicking" noise. They also tole me it would cost about 1500 dollars to fix.  I should have known that could be the case since the gas price outside of the place was at least .50 higher than any of the other gas in town.

After a day or so, I went looking in the phone book and talked with a few friends on campus and someone recommended me to Crazy Jim. The thought was scary since I lived in a small Indiana town.  Crazy Jim could have been a confederate redneck from the backwoods - I was just a little uneasy.  Just when I found myself doubting the situation, I thought back to what was stronger - assumption or my refusal to pay $1500 for anything concerning my already 10+ year old car.  That was half of what I paid for it to begin with!

On Monday, I took my car into Crazy Jim. When I came up to his shop, I had to first drive down a gravel alleyway to get to his shop. I approached and saw cars all over the place. Already, I started to feel like I was at home.  Out comes Crazy Jim, a short, slender man with shoulder length black and gray hair that wasn’t really combed, which didn’t matter since it was hidden under a sun faded navy blue, oil stained hat and an equally scraggly low salt and pepper beard. And he was smoking a cigarette.  He reminded me of my uncles when they got into the groove of their carpentry work and has to hanging by the lip, threatening to fall at any moment, though staying on by some invisible string.

I introduced myself to Jim and told him my problem. He asked me to pop my hood and for me to turn on the car. I did and when I got the same staccato notes, he reported the same thing that the other garage did – the starter. He told me though, I wouldn’t only need to pay about $300 dollars for the part and the installation. I had to ask of course, why on earth the discrepancy in the price. He told me that the part was hard to find, but it still wouldn’t cost that much.

I went back to work that afternoon and worked easily knowing there was someone under the hood who knew what they were doing.  It was the start of a beautiful relationship.

Sometimes we start things or at least try to and realized that it is not the direction you’re supposed to go into.  We often will abandon the idea complete, giving up, to some degree on a particular notion.   I kept trying because I realized I needed to try a few options rather than accept just any place to take care of my car. Isaiah 30:21 reads, "And your ears shall hear a word behind you, saying, “This is the way, walk in it,” when you turn to the right or when you turn to the left." We have to follow our instincts and move forward with discernment when we are presented with such issues.  Chances are we'll be blessed with something more as a result of it.

When my starter got fixed, I also received mechanic relationship my car could appreciate and utilize until the day I would depart Indiana.

            

Saturday, February 1, 2014

Weekend Activity: Vision Board

Amina's Vision Board
This weekend, let's get our goals list, a poster board, a few old magazines, scissors and a glue stick and make our visions come to life.  Let's put together a vision board that includes our hopes, dreams, and obtainable goals!

Thursday, January 30, 2014

World Methodist Council Post



Today, we are regrouping from the snow in Atlanta.  Instead of the regular post, here's a highlight of the World Methodist Council Youth and Young Adult Devotional that was posted for January.  It is truly an honor to be one of the bloggers for this cycle.  Be sure to click HERE to check it out!

Tuesday, January 28, 2014

Shadow Lurking

Art by: Kumi Yamashita. See more here  
"The easiest way to avoid wrong notes is to never open your mouth and sing. What a mistake that would be." ~ Pete Seeger

Have you ever met a person who poured out into everyone, yet neglected themselves? They may motivate, dedicate, encourage and inspire others but never assist themselves. To be fair and true, there are those who are gifted in the art of building confidence in others, that possess a finesse with words and can discern the needs of a particular situation. However, to spend all their energy in service to and at the discretion of others sims their own light. In conversation, one will say, "How talented is this person, but have you met the person who walks with them?"  

 No one knows how they end up in such a situation often until it is pointed out by others. Usually, such a role is initially by choice, to bide time until something greater comes, a stepping stone. Somehow they then stay on that space, adding room to the stone slab, staying much longer than they should. Before they realize it, they are comfortable, inadvertently sitting on and hiding talents that were to be cultivated and multiplied. After so much time has passed, they may see the path before them as obsolete and irrelevant, and reduce the uses to those around them.  

In our own lives, there are often occurrences where we take a backseat or avoid what we are called  to do in exchange for survival.  We defer to others, we get used to the monotonous pattern we create for ourselves. But are we spiritually fulfilled? Are we increasing our growth and allowing our abilities to shine through?  Do we even know what it is we are to do, or are we believing it is just a hobby?

Respecting our calling, not putting our dreams on hold so that others may advance, is one of the reasons we're here. We want to pursue all that we are capable of, and even some of what we don't think we are. We want to use our talents to that they multiply. We want to be told ".... ‘Well done, good and faithful servant. You have been faithful over a little; I will set you over much. Enter into the joy of your master. ’" (Matthew 25:21). For if we sit on them, hide them, remain in the shadows of others, those talents will be taken away or used to serve those we follow.

Consider, today, reconsidering our talents and how to they are being put to use. There is a special blessing in store when you do.

Thursday, January 23, 2014

Reflections: It’s Raining Blessings!




Art by Carlos S. from the blog www.biblearts.blogspot.com/

If you believe in God, He will open the windows of heaven
 and pour blessings upon you.
~ Mahalia Jackson

In December 2013, I decided to take a position that would expand my ministry significantly. It was a surprise promotion, one completely not in my line of vision, one I did not think – or even hope – would ever come to me.  Since that time, it seems that little blessings have come to reveal themselves.  There have been opportunities to go on free trips for which I only last year had to purchase out of my own funds (for the same event).  Recommendations for writing and editing contracts and new options to pursue my play aspirations have seemingly opened up!  This blog has even, over the past 7 weeks, become richer in what it offers.  And let me not forget that my car has a new set of hubcaps, which I mentioned in Reflections: The Parable of the Hubcap, showed up on my car one day.

I started to think about how sometimes do not realize that we are standing in the way of our own breakthrough. That there are opportunities waiting for us the moment we decide to just follow out path. The day the offer to pastor a small church was brought to me, I was very hesitant to accept elevation to leadership, am still nervous that one day people would see through my façade. I tend to be far less traditional in my worship and dealings in life, and to be honest, there are those who could absolutely preach rings around me. But blessings, I noticed, would be revealed every time I started to doubt myself.  These little rewards can serve as confirmation to encourage us to continue along our path.  They may be a mystery how it actually occurred, but we have to allow ourselves to appreciate when a blessing has fallen into our laps without our prompting.  

There is a certain passage in the Bible where the people were not exactly being the most obedient, mainly because, at least it seems, there was doubt in their own abilities and in the validity of the promise their ancestors were given.  How often do we change our own courses significantly because we are certain, before trying, it just can possibly work?  God doles out verbal discipline, possibly more hurt the people did not believe that God would make good on the deal as shown in their actions. The adamant request is the following: “’Bring the full tithe into the storehouse, so that there may be food in my house, and thus put me to the test,” says the Lord of hosts; “see if I will not open the windows of heaven for you and pour down for you an overflowing blessing.’” (Malachi 3:10).  It may be hard to walk in a space, to accept that our position leads us in a particular direction, but if we try it, we will see the response in a currency of blessings.

This past Sunday, a day off from my church, which only meets 3 Sundays out of the month, I visited my home church and preached there.  I was feeling a little unsure of how my sermon went that morning, not sure all the pieces were woven together. While in the moment of my doubt, a young man and his friend came up to me.  They asked me if I noticed something different about my car.  Knowing that mischief happens sometimes, I was tentative about the questioning, concerned that I would have to pay yet another sum on my car.  After a little prodding, they even seemed a little shy about it, one on young man told me that his father had put the hubcaps on in secret and that he was never to have told me.  I do not know why the father didn't want me to know or why the boy chose that day to ask me about it - now at least two months since the hubcaps first appeared.   I simply took it as more confirmation.

This week, I encourage us all to be willing to be more obedient to our callings and to where we are supposed to be in life.  To sacrifice our own doubts and fears, to walk boldly in our futures; after all, when doubts occur, blessings will be there to confirm the path.



Saturday, January 18, 2014

Weekend Activity: Our Inner Child


Let's invite ourselves to do tap into our inner child. Go swing on the swing at a playground, do a 30 minute session of arts and crafts, or read a short story (out of a picture book!).  Let's remind ourselves of how we used to dream and create when we were much younger.  Let's post our activities in the comments below!