Maybe we should think of what we say more...

I thought of titling this blog, "An Open Letter to President Trump" but I changed my mind. I may change it again by the end of this blog.

I think it's amazing how outraged so many of us are at the moment about those who chose to kneel during the National Anthem in NFL games this past weekend. To prove a point. To peaceably assemble. (Now don't start reading here and get mad.... read the rest too.)

But can you go back with me for a minute? Can we rewind for a second?

Let's go back to President Donald Trump's speech last week in Alabama and pause there...

What about the part where he called NFL players who don't stand for the Anthem a name that I do not allow my students to say in classroom. 

You know...The opposite of daughters followed by the name for female dogs. 

Let's rethink (be honest with yourself)-- who's being disrespectful here? The President of the US just called American citizens a name that is not generally said in a professional or public setting, unless you are watching a TV show that is graded above PG.

It's amazing that when I was looking into this speech, President Trump also said,

"I believe the best path to a more peaceful world are proud, independent and sovereign nations that serve and respect their own people. When you look at what's going on in the world, you have so many where they don't respect their people. But we want nations that cooperate together to create better for all people."

Respect their own people, huh? What about those NFL players who are American citizens, as I previously mentioned? Do they get to be respected or is this just a pick and choose game? That's what I would like to know.

I have been astonished at the lack of respect displayed by the president. And I get that not standing for the National Anthem can seem disrespectful. I also want you to know that in my classroom where we say the Pledge of Allegiance every day, I cannot FORCE a student to say the pledge. Just like an NFL coach cannot FORCE a player to stand for the National Anthem.

But for many of us who love America and who love the things that make us patriotic (flag, anthem, etc.), we also love that we are a democracy and that every one of us is entitled to certain freedoms as Americans. I'm not sure if you remember that thing called the Constitution?

First Amendment guarantees:
-Freedom of speech
-Freedom of assembly
-Freedom of press
-Freedom of religion
-Right to petition

And let's not forget the oath the president takes when he or she becomes president...

“I do solemnly swear (or affirm) that I will faithfully execute the office of President of the United States; and will, to the best of my ability, preserve, protect and defend, the Constitution of the United States.”

Just want to put this out there because Trump just got away with talking in a way that is inappropriate and now people are mad at the NFL.

This is not a choose sides thing. It's a win for all thing. We're all Americans and as so, we treat others with respect and speak with respect when we realize the responsibility and weight of the positions we hold.

It's not us v. them. It's a we and we thing. That's really what America is about. WE all hold each other accountable to treat everyone as we should be treated and demand that the people who represent us in our government do the same.

And to those of you who say, he can say that-- he can say what he wants. So can NFL players. And so can the kids in my classroom and that's getting us literally nowhere. Try again.

This is not a debate... just want us to think things through as we get hot headed, rather than just assuming the worst all the time.

What's that line in the National Anthem again?
"O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave"

Happy Wednesday! Melis

Blur...

The last three and a half(ish) months have felt like a blur. Let me explain...

It was a Wednesday. There was a note and a single red rose on the windshield of my car. I had been a nervous wreck getting ready that morning. I had an observation by someone from a large education company in my 1st period (teacher friends-- you get me) who had helped me plan a lesson the day before. (This is an ongoing process of my school and was not at all singled out to me.) I had been out of the classroom that Tuesday and I was going to be out the following day so I was planning from a sub to a sub and hoping I could teach something that made sense in the middle. I was dressed professionally and walked out to my car with my bags on bags on bags.

And there it was- a bright orange note with my name written on it and a single red rose. I was pretty sure I knew who it was from but was still hesitant until I opened the letter and saw his name.  

Matt.

The name of the sweet man that has pursued my heart over the last three months thoughtfully and totally under Jesus and with grace for both of us. It was a letter saying thank you and a letter that encouraged me. And in the letter, he told me I was beautiful. I asked God specifically for someone who told me I was "beautiful" not just "cute" or "pretty." And He answered that prayer well. And Matt has told me multiple times since. 

And I'm just really grateful for him. And the way he pursues Jesus's heart over mine. And the way he pursues me while following Jesus. 

Rewind again... Three months ago on a Saturday, I went on a dinner date. Our first date. With Matt.

To Lindo Michocan-- one of the best Mexican restaurants in Vegas-- that has a beautiful view of the entire city. He had chosen the seats next to the window and we sat and talked about how we ended up in Vegas, and our families, and our journeys with Jesus. We followed dinner with frozen yogurt and sitting and chatting for quite some time. I went home relieved. And felt something there but wasn't sure what to call it. I had no idea what was coming.

Matt and I had met the Sunday before at Hope (the church we both go to) at an interest meeting for a Tanzania trip and he had called the following Monday. We talked on the phone for an hour, which I realize is not something people do anymore and we both knew that. And definitely not something either of us do with people outside of our families. We planned for dinner Saturday. On Saturday, we went on the date detailed above and it went really well. We saw each other for a few minutes at church on that Sunday, talked on the phone for a couple of hours and then had dinner on Monday.

Basically, the story is we've talked, messaged or seen each other everyday since. 

I have scarcely dated since my freshmen year of college. So this is not just some random blog with a random guy and a few random stories. It is about Matt-- this guy who has sincerely and respectfully pursued my heart and has not allowed me to settle for anything less than what God has asked of me.

He's a complementer and a truth teller but he does not say things for the sake of saying things. He is wise with his words. When we first talked on the phone, he called twice and left me a message on one of them. He opens doors. He brings me flowers every once in a while. He sends me texts while I'm working to let me know he's thinking about me. He is not perfect but is honest and transparent and has said the entire time we've dated he wants to know my heart. And my heart he has totally stolen. 

So I'm a little overwhelmed with it all at times but so grateful I've waited and prayed and begged God to give me a sweet man like Matt. And Jesus has so faithfully answered and given and provided. So my eyes are a little blurry looking at the whole situation but in a good way. In the best way. 

Because Jesus does the best things for us and through us and with us. 

Will share more later-- this blog has taken me a few weeks to just finish! 

Love each of you sweet friends and praying for God's absolute best for you. May we all trust him more and more. 

Melis 

Fake flowers {on anxiety}

We stood outside of Olive Garden. Her sweet head tucked under my chin, like my child. She wasn't letting go and I knew she didn't want to. There are so many ugly and dark things in the world and sometimes when we stand in an embrace or hold someone's hand, we can forget that. Because more things feel right.

Her life took a devastating turn within the last couple of weeks and she replayed all of it for me as we sat over dinner. Some of the first food she has eaten as a full meal since everything happened. I so sympathetized with her broken heart and her depression and her anxiety. 

A couple of months ago, I think I ate less than 5 full meals in a week because I had major anxiety over an upcoming event. I'm pretty sure that my sickness back in December was the result of a 24 hour virus and intense stress of preparation for a trip and how much things were changing. As a matter of fact, the whole fall now feels like a big blur. I considered moving back to the South. I considered changing schools. I considered just quitting a lot of the stuff I was doing because I felt like I was becoming mad. Not mad in an angry way but mad in a crazy, certifiably insane way. And no one wants to feel that out of control. 

But panic and anxiety and depression play out like that. They leave you without control. The very thing you wanted becomes the thing you no longer have. It is so strange and I'm not sure if you haven't dealt with any of it- that it completely makes sense. 

So when she and I walked out of the restaurant and I gave her an "I'm here for you" hug and she held on, I knew I had to do exactly what God wanted me to. Say a prayer. Out loud. With her. Over her broken and aching and anxious heart. And remind her of the same Truths God has filled my heart with. Every time I've felt like I'm falling into a pit or falling apart. 

That He is enough. 

That He knows all of me. The anxious and non-anxious parts. The busy in my head and the busy out of my mouth. 

The what feels crazy and what feels okay is all okay. 

That He's got this. 

That He radically changes things.

She was my student in 8th grade several years ago and when she messaged me the other day, I knew that something wasn't right but I know it can be. Because God changes things. In all the best ways. 

When she walked in, she handed me a bag of a random assortment of items. One of those items were fake flowers so I would keep them on my desk and see them and remember how much I impacted her but I think God had a different notion. That when I see those flowers, I will stop and sympathize with my anxious ones. With my sweet heartbroken ones who need gut wrenching prayers. With my young ones who just smile and nod but seem really insecure. Because she was all those things once. And she was in my classroom each day. And it will be a reminder to pray for her too. 

And a reminder for my anxious days as well. That He's in control and He's got this and I can trust Him. And I can go to sleep with a trusting heart knowing that. 

So get some fake flowers and place them next to the place you see the most as a reminder that we all need to be loved so well. And that we are all loved so well by the King of Kings. And I can go to bed with an incredibly grateful heart over that too. -Melis

The beauty of a family.

I was on a turbulent plane. Feeling a little bit nauseous. Any time I'm physically sick or just exhausted or hungry (of all I am now), the enemy feeds a bunch of ugly lies. So I was sitting there asking God to show me the good in all my mess. And holding back tears. (Because I was on a plane, and who wants to sit next to a crying baby OR a crying 30-something 😳😁.) 

I give myself a hard time a lot about the right and wrong words I've said to kids. Kids that I realize I have for a short amount of time. Kids who call me because they don't know what to do. Kids who call me because they need advice. Most of them aren't kids in the term of age but they're my kids. I told someone a few weeks ago that my school is like my home and those kids are mine. I don't just let anyone take care of the kids in my house and I mean it still. 

I beg God in certain time periods for mentors for so many of them because I feel so incredibly inadequate and out of place and unworthy. And for reasons, only known to Him, He keeps sending them to me. On Monday, I knew that even writing this would bring an awareness one of them would probably talk to me about something in which they need immediate advice or wisdom and I needed to be mindful of the words only God gives. Because it is Him. And boy, did I ever need that prayer this week. Because one became so many. 

I would never do this. I'm too selfish with my time and friends and family. I want those things and people for myself. 

God quickly reminded me of one of the sweetest families I've ever met from my first year at Global. Their son was in my class and they had invited a whole group of us to dinner with them. Because that's what family does. You eat together and share stories and clean up. I attended his graduation and sat in between his dad and brother. It was like I was part of their family. Still called his sister and I consider that a huge compliment and honor.

My mom asks about Chandler all the time. My sister talks about Chandler like they've spent significant time together over a period of time but that's not the case. I just tell Chandler stories a lot and those become like my family stories. 

The hardest part of living in Vegas is being without a "family." But I have so many adopted family members. (Besides the ones already mentioned.) Teri and Tommy who have taken me to dinner and had me over multiple times. Shannon and Todd who ask me to be part of their family for dinner and time out and shows and TIME. Kristi and Steve who are strong mentors and also willing to do things like pick me up at their airport at midnight with no complaints and only love. James and Maly and Tom and Crystal make me feel welcome as a servant at church. My boss makes my kids and I like family. And a lot of the time (even on bad days) my kids feel like mine. 

I got to spend a lot of time with my family last weekend in Georgia and I loved playing with my niece, chatting with my parents over dinner, seeing my sister and brother-in-law as a part of their worship team at church and talking to my cousin about all that is going on in her life at the moment.

All of that to say, there is so much beauty in family. And there are so many people looking for that same community and dinner table and people to pick them up from the airport.

While there are also a large amount of kids WAITING for that same dinner table, the same community and a person to travel with because maybe they've never been anywhere out of the city they're in. 

I ask and beg you to find someone who needs community and family and BE. 

Just simply BE.

I'm ready to keep doing that. -Melis

"You have won my heart more than any other..." {to my sweet single20-something girls}

Dear sweet single 20-something year old girl,

I sat with one of your friends today. And several of your other friends this past weekend. We talked about a lot of things.

Today, your most honest friend was the realest. Per the usual. We talked about this season and time of year and this season of life. And the difficulties and pain you feel. Oh the difficulties and pain that silence and isolate you to the very core. 

If I could take a moment of that hurt from you, I would willingly take it as my own, even if it means I suffer through the tears of all things and the physical agony of others and the mean things people say without realizing the MEANing of it all. They never meant for you to replay those terrible things through your head over and over and over.

Those words weren't meant to feed lies that make you think you're not good enough, over the top, too much, too skinny or fat, too right or wrong, too willing to share, too closed off. They meant none of those things... yet, those words echo through you like someone yelling your name in the Grand Canyon. And on behalf of the person who said it to you, I'm sorry. I'm sorry for the dreams you've had of it, the tears welling up in your eyes at this very moment, the sleepless nights you've had this week. I. AM. SO. SORRY. 

It is the season of love and if you're not in a relationship, you are wondering how you can tie up the person/group of people who invented this lovestruck mess of a day and tell them everything you're thinking so that someone will hear your hurting. (#Hashtag: When you find them, I will help. You're welcome in advance.)

I was 21 once. (10 years ago, but whatever.) And I knew how BADLY I wanted to be married. Now I'm 31 and I still haven't given up that fight. I want to be married. But I don't just want to be married. I want to be married to a man who knows my name and encourages me. Who loves Jesus more than me.

I want that for you too. 

So this can be the worst. The freaking worst season of your life. Or you can partially give up and have a bad attitude about it like me and just keep living :) (That is not all completely true-mostly dramatic.)

I'm not lying when I say this comes straight from a letter I
wrote to my future husband. :) 

I get butterflies when a guy (who loves Jesus might I add!) that I find attractive looks at me in just the right way but it also terrifies me because what if he knows everything? I still want you to have butterflies. But I want that right guy looking at you in the right way. And I want him to know what he wants. I don't want him to look at you and your three friends in the same way or say the same things that are a bunch of crap lies to you and your three friends. And I don't want him to say a bunch of stupid things that make you feel a certain way so he can get what he wants out of it. I want him to love Jesus more than you. I want him to encourage you and to KNOW you. To know the beauty of your broken heart and desire Jesus to place it all back together WITHOUT him (the hot Jesus-loving boy).

We can't fix broken hearts sweet one. But we KNOW the One who can. I listened to a song today called, "Be Still" by Bethel Music and my favorite lines are below...

"Be still my heart and know
You are God alone.
Stop thinking so much and just let go...

In my weakness, your strength is perfect.

You, alone, are God. There will be no other. 
You have won my heart. More than any other. 
So I will give it all. Cause you gave it all for me."

Spend this season begging God for a man who loves Him more than you and for His Kingdom more than a man. (Yeah, I totally stole that from my conversation with the realest today). He will come when God so chooses. There is no magic formula or correct prayer or one-stop-shop on this. There's just not. So don't ask for it. It won't be the same as your favorite couple and it won't be in the timing you think.

In this season (whether it lasts for 12 years #me OR 12 days), ask God to show you who YOU are and what He wants from you. Erase the hurt through the blood of Jesus and follow steadfastly in His footsteps. Kneel at His altar and strengthen your hands in praise. And do those things, even into a season of a relationship and a time of marriage.

But if that time doesn't come now or ever, you are in a position to love the Gospel of Jesus Christ and plead His blood over all. And His Kingdom is about that. It's about His things. His Son. His blood. His cross. It was never about marriage or us or love songs or holidays. It was Him. It was always, always Him. And marriage is a beautiful picture of the way He loves us. Hence, we are the bride of Christ. A beautiful, stunning, flawless, and complete Bride. 

And if you want to talk, and feel like your life is the only life on the entire planet falling apart, that's totally okay. And I get it. Now, call me... I've got your back. But I think you've got it too ;)

Love you, Melis

Sympathy can help. Empathy triumphs. {on adoption and giving}

When I taught middle school, I had a student who asked if I would adopt them. It wasn't a joke. They even talked to the counselor about it and the counselor came and talked to me about it.

I was shocked, just turned 25, so new to anything and not even knowing what I was doing with my life. I was also honored. To be called Mom is one of the greatest privileges that women have. I knew how important my mom was to me and I knew how important of a role I could play. I denied the opportunity but it was not without thinking about it multiple times. 

I think we respond to most of life out of pity and sympathy. We do things because we want a return or we feel bad and there's nothing wrong with helping people but there is something wrong when we see staggering statistics and show no empathy or sympathy. 

Sympathy says, "I'm so sorry." Sometimes sympathy feels like it should say something else. And it does and it can land like a pile of bricks on someone. Sympathy sometimes gives because it feels like it has to out of an obligation, not out of a 'want-to.'

Empathy says, "I'm so sorry and I get it, I may not completely understand but I can kind of understand what is difficult about all of this." Empathy says few words and listens. Empathy can sometimes wait too long to do the right thing because it's unsure of what to do or not secure in what to do.

This battle of sympathy verses empathy has plagued my teaching career. I can see students as projects (sympathy), which is sometimes necessary but I can also see it as an opportunity to meet a need that I want to meet (empathy). That battle was partially encouraged by my student who asked me to adopt them.

Here's the thing... I have all the tools necessary to raise a child in a home but sometimes my battle with fear pushes me to be sympathetic. These are the requirements for someone in Nevada who wants to adopt:

"Who can apply to adopt?

• People of any race

• People of any religion or no religious preference

• People who work outside the home

• People who rent or people who own their own homes

• People with high or low incomes

• People with or without other children

• People over age 21; however, all applicants must be at least ten years older than the person being adopted

• Married or single people; however, if married, the spouse must also be a party to the adoption."

(To see this question and other frequently asked questions about adoption in Nevada, click HERE.)

This list actually seems somewhat humorous because ANYONE can adopt. On the Nevada web site, there are a few pictures of kids WAITING to be adopted. Not as projects, but as children ready to be loved. What if God was asking this generation of lovers of Jesus to open up our homes and take a waiting and ready kid? What if we were obedient? What if Child Haven and adoption web sites were empty because the church became the church- empathetically? What if we loved people exactly where they were? These are the questions that come to my mind because I meet the list provided.


I ask you over the coming weeks to pray with me about kids in our local system who could be up for adoption, as well as those waiting to be adopted. I'm not saying in any way this will be easy, I am saying it could be worth it if we would listen to God's voice speak to us.

Join me! -Melis

If you're in the Las Vegas area, I HIGHLY encourage you to attend the "Wait No More" on Saturday, February 20. For more information, click HERE.

When you feel like you're the only failure in the room.

Please actually read this before assuming that I am beating myself up, being hard on myself, or giving myself too many expectations. The last thing I honestly need is for someone to tell me to stop doing that- it feeds the lies in my head that I've just messed up again and I could do without another lie. 

I sat in a room of 36 other teachers and strategists and coaches last week for a day and a half session on being teacher leaders. Except I felt inadequate and scared and worried. Especially at first.

I had put myself out there. I had applied and answered questions, my principal gave me a recommendation. Yet, I felt undeserving and felt the need to constantly compare myself even though it was so clearly unnecessary. Comparison is the thief of joy. And it will steal every freaking ounce it can. I promise. 

I am doing the same things on my campus these other educators are. And the same thing that literally MILLIONS of other teachers are doing. Yet, in my mind, there is a laundry list of every wrong and undeserving thing I have done during my teaching career. Every mistake I have made. Every student I missed. Every word I said that filled a student with a lack of confidence. Every argument I've had with a kid. Every dirty look I've received from another teacher or a parent. Every kid I've had quit the Leadership program I'm in charge of. Every time I've stuck my foot in my mouth. 

It is hard to continue to act normal when you feel like that on the inside, yet it becomes a new normal because you get used to covering up the lies in your head.

Because that is what they are-- LIES. Anyone flawless and full of perfection you know? Jesus- that's it. And in my striving to be like Him, the enemy trips me up. 

You know what makes the enemy the angriest? The confidence telling you that you are able and the confidence you find in Christ to be confident and fight against the enemy. Even if that confidence means you need to get up and leave school and leave work there and get something to eat and take a nap. Those are not against the person of Christ. Taking care of yourself is essential.

Entertaining the failures and flaws and mess ups is not. It is unnecessary and non-essential.

It is a time waster. It is never sweet, always bitter. Always rough and hurtful. And. At the end of the day, you are no better because of the lies you have believed or told yourself or listened to. NO BETTER OFF.

Monday afternoon, I left school feeling like the biggest failure of a teacher of all time. I mean, how many times do I have to repeat the same sentence in order for a person to understand it? I even explained it in a different way every.single.time. It is exhausting to continue doing that. SO exhausting. One of my best teacher friends said, "Melissa, go home. Get your stuff and go home."

And that's what I did. I got something to eat, went home and slept on the couch for 2 hours. I had pajamas on before 5pm and I felt I was living a great success in that hour. I was a better person for it on Tuesday morning when I got to school. I was a better person when I could laugh and reminisce with my Leadership kids. I was a better person when I could jump around like a freaking cheerleader ballerina teacher when my kids actually grasped what I was reviewing in my Ethnic Studies classes. That 2 hour nap has made me a better person for the last 48. Because I shut my brain off from the lies and listened to the Truth that told me, "Shut up and take a nap. And by the way, just shut up. And your ears too." 

Failure loves the hungry-angry-lonely-tired more than anyone else. It feeds lies like steak quesadillas having road rage while sleep driving. That sounds ridiculous. That's because failure is stupid too. We can learn from failure but failure doesn't RUN us. Failure doesn't control my life. It can develop certain aspects and cause me to reflect but failure is not my life.

I've had a rough week and a half. (Cue rolling eyes emojis everywhere.) No, seriously. It's been really difficult and really rewarding at the same time.

I have this girl in my Leadership class. She's a 10th grader and this is the second year I've had her. We will call her "Sparkle." Because she is that to my entire class. We joke about her 'light' but we all know that her 'light' guides us 90% of the time in that class. She is a little motivational speaker. She begins talking and you're like, wait a minute, did I just wear my shirt that says, "Help- I need some encouragement!"? Yes, yes you did with Sparkle. She just knows. The last time she did a presentation in my class, she was so honest and vulnerable that I could have just cried with her. I'm pretty sure tears welled up in the rims of the my eyes because she was just so real, so authentic and it was so moving. She talked about how hard expectations are and how hard it is to cover up what you feel like are lies and failures with a pretty face on the outside. Earlier in the year, I called her out. I called out her defense- she makes other people laugh and smile because she is falling apart. I am the same way as my Sparkle. So I get this sweet girl's mind. You mean the best for others, but sometimes you're just drowning and you need someone to row your boat for a little while too.

After her presentation, I gave her a little encouragement note expecting absolutely nothing in return. But sometimes Sparkle just comes up and hugs me anyways because she just gets me and knows we both need it. The next morning, she reciprocated the encouragement and handed me a note that inspired me and made me cry. She talked about how God had placed me in her life for a reason. How good she was because of me. How I make her better. She used the illustration of the moon and the sun. If God placed me in her life as the sun, then she wanted to be the moon, a reflection of that same kind of direction and kindness and love.

I am not saying any of this to brag because I promise you these kinds of things are not of common occurrence. They are so rare but they are normally so desperately needed that I am a big puddle of tears hoping that someone will help me to not just sink. Failure causes sinking. Truth allows you to float to the shore and get up again and start over.

Tonight, I watched my Sparkle girl get in the center of a room of almost 75 people with no introduction or applause or notion of attention and dance her heart out to a Mariachi band. She is brave and fearful at the same time, but her bravery to just move to the music in front of her peers SO moves me. It gets my heart racing because someone was that sun for me once. And I need to keep going. 

So have you felt like you're the only messed up, terrible, horrible, no good, very bad, failure lately? Where is the sun shining in your world? I am praying for a Sparkle for you. A person who lights up your life and makes other people smile but who also just gets you. Through pain and fury and peace and steadfastness.

Choosing Truth and Joy. And to sparkle like the Sun. -Melis