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I had the great honor of being selected to do a TEDx Talk, and am excited to announce it’s official release this week!

If you know anyone who could use a fresh infusion of hope, then this may be a timely link to share. The talk is titled, “My Dream Died, Now What?”

It was a rigorous process to apply and then be selected out of hundreds of applicants and a tough set of coaches and peers evaluating every step of the way. But I honestly LOVED it, and am deeply honored for this chance to share my life story in just under 12 minutes.

The audience laughed, cried, and stood to their feet in applause at the surprise ending, a moment I was humbled by and will never forget.

TED Talks are showcased around the world, and if you find this one worth sharing, I’d be so grateful if you would post to your social media and help us spread this message of hope and courage for anyone struggling through a dream, or enduring a season of waiting.

Thank you for being a fellow believer in the power of a dream!


IMG_8232Today we enter yet another juncture in our family journey. We will head to OK City where Jordan will have new scans this afternoon, and depending on the outcome, head into two more surgeries tomorrow and Friday.  We continue to believe for miracles.

So grateful for every text, call, and note which keep pouring in. Thank you for caring! And while it’s a challenge to respond to every inquiry, we encourage you to check updates on Facebook and on JordanandCadyLewis.wordpress.com. Over 90,000 visits to their blog, amazing the outpouring of love from around the world!

Speaking of love, here is the passage I’m focusing on this morning, taken from the Message translation of the Bible, so fitting for our precious son and daughter, and true of our God. Perhaps it will encourage you in whatever challenges you face at work, home, in relationships, and beyond.

God’s loyal love couldn’t have run out,
his merciful love couldn’t have dried up.
They’re created new every morning.
How great your faithfulness!
I’m sticking with God (I say it over and over).
He’s all I’ve got left.

God proves to be good to the man who passionately waits,
to the woman who diligently seeks.
It’s a good thing to quietly hope,
quietly hope for help from God.
It’s a good thing when you’re young
to stick it out through the hard times.

When life is heavy and hard to take,
go off by yourself. Enter the silence.
Bow in prayer. Don’t ask questions:
Wait for hope to appear.
Don’t run from trouble. Take it full-face.
The “worst” is never the worst.

Why? Because the Master won’t ever
walk out and fail to return.

Lamentations 3:22-31

woman-in-white-blouse-holding-hands-upAhhh the number of times I’ve said this!

If ONLY I could figure out WHAT’s going on and WHY, I could deal with it. But this not knowing and understanding, ugh!  Anyone relate?

So many situations in life start out with what feels like only a sneak peek, maybe a trailer of sorts. We get a glimpse of what might be going on, or could possibly be about to take place.  But it’s all so mysterious. And we’re left to wonder if we’re just naively hopeful, or maybe a little bit “out there” out of touch with reality.

So tough to understand delays, difficult people, lack of people (i.e. no husband in sight), mistreatment, misfortune, mistakes, and a host of other possible “mis-es” that produce the proverbial “What gives?”

Moments like this can tempt us to go to a bad place mentally.  We start questioning ourself, others, and even God, wondering, “Does anyone notice or give a rip I’m out here in never-never land alone without real answers??”

I’ve learned time and again, the best way to deal with not understanding is go to a larger place of hope and trust. Refuse to go negative; go positive.

If I don’t understand then perhaps I’m not meant to right now. In these places of not knowing I learn to depend on bigger truths. Truths such as:

  • God is in control, I’m not
  • These circumstances are working for my good, regardless of what I see
  • Not seeing is actually teaching me about faith right now
  • I need others to help me endure, can’t do this alone, I need their faith. Older, wiser mentors are so vital in life, they’ve been here done that and can help me get wisdom from this juncture
  • Tenacity wins, and perseverance proves us worthy of rewards

When you find yourself in a juncture of not understanding, let it take you to places of broader understanding, the kind you get when the plane you’re flying in goes to a higher altitude. Roads and trees get smaller and smaller as you go higher and higher, and you’re reminded of just how small you are and how big the rest of the world and its Creator is.

Big questions lead to bigger wisdom. I’m cheering you on for great hope and courage ahead…

Ever feel like your dream is about to boil over, or maybe it’s not cooking at all? What do we do in these tension moments?

In the Love Your Life Lesson series, Lesson 2 — ReaRANGE Your Dreams, Lynette illustrates how a few simple moves can position your dream in its best spot, without discarding your progress, yet waiting for the best timing, leading to the results you dream of.

Having lived through 9/11 in New York City, I well understand what’s happening in Boston today.  Words don’t adequately describe what it’s like to cope with this type of tragedy.

In moments like these questions rage, hearts suffer, minds are in turmoil with no adequate answers or comfort.  At the same time people bond together, friendships are formed, hearts are open to extensions of love like never before.  Cowardly acts of terror result in bold acts of compassion, sacrifice, outpouring of tangible real love.

I was gripped with fear and anguish following 9/11 so decided to memorize Psalm 91, it remains with me still and is my prayer for those suffering in Boston…

Whoever dwells in the shelter of the Most High
will rest in the shadow of the Almighty.
I will say of the Lord, “He is my refuge and my fortress,
my God, in whom I trust.”

Surely he will save you
from the fowler’s snare
and from the deadly pestilence.
He will cover you with his feathers,
and under his wings you will find refuge;
his faithfulness will be your shield and rampart.
You will not fear the terror of night,
nor the arrow that flies by day,
nor the pestilence that stalks in the darkness,
nor the plague that destroys at midday.
A thousand may fall at your side,
ten thousand at your right hand,
but it will not come near you.
You will only observe with your eyes
and see the punishment of the wicked.

If you say, “The Lord is my refuge,”
and you make the Most High your dwelling,
 no harm will overtake you,
no disaster will come near your tent.
 For he will command his angels concerning you
to guard you in all your ways;
 they will lift you up in their hands,
so that you will not strike your foot against a stone.
 You will tread on the lion and the cobra;
you will trample the great lion and the serpent.

“Because he loves me,” says the Lord, “I will rescue him;
I will protect him, for he acknowledges my name.
He will call on me, and I will answer him;
I will be with him in trouble,
I will deliver him and honor him.
With long life I will satisfy him
and show him my salvation.”


I ran my usual 5 miles the other day but this time shook it up a bit.  I took the path I’ve run a hundred times before, but this time ran it in the opposite direction.

Sounds simple, but after so many familiar treks around those bends, this time a lot appeared different.  Same houses, streets and trees, but seeing them from a new angle made it fresh and intriguing.  Even the time seemed to go by more quickly.

Reminds me of similar life shake-ups, some planned and others handed without invitation.  Like a job layoff, reorgs with different bosses, new marriage, new city, unplanned tragedies, the list goes on. read more

At our house we have a simple tradition on Christmas day….one person takes the gifts from beneath the tree and puts them in a pile for the others.  Then we open them individually while everyone else watches.

It struck me today, on the start of a brand new year, that in life we also have piles of gifts (abilities, qualities, and talents.)  But it’s not enough to have them.  WE HAVE TO OPEN THEM.

For some odd reason I often hold gifts back…

  • I seldom use our sterling silverware.  Never mind the awe of even possessing such a treasure (a wedding gift from Ron’s Mom.)  Better keep it in the chest so it won’t tarnish.
  • Our best china (the pattern I spent hours choosing because I liked it so much) remains hidden in the cabinet adding zero elegance to our meals.  Love it and hide it?  What a novel idea.
  • Clothes & shoes “so gorgeous I have to have them” somewhere in the closet, waiting for who knows when?

Since when does using something now in the moment mean coming up short later?  Where does this scarcity mentality come from?

Worse yet, what about the gifts inside ourselves that matter a whole lot more than possessions, like our personalities and passion, true selves that are meant to be given that the world around us might benefit and grow?

What gifts are you saving for later, keeping them under wraps?

In 2012, I’m pulling out the silver,  using the china, and wearing the dress.

A new year of possibilities is calling out for you too, calling our names, calling for every gift inside to open, blossom, and soar!

2012 here we come…

Ever find something you REALLY want but it’s already marked “Sold” or “No longer available”?

I’ve confronted such road blocks many times…

  • “No Lynette, you didn’t get the job” (when I was clearly the most qualified and believed it was a God-idea.)
  • “All the good men are married or have issues,” (circumstances told me this for years while single)
  • “Sorry, we don’t carry that style anymore, there are none left in the entire company,” (see photo/story below)
  • “You can’t do that here Lynette, we need you on other priorities,” (while professionally trying to expand my role)
  • “SOLD” (on a perfect item for my master bath redo, see below)

Over and over we run up against signs and signals that indicate a dead-end.  The first gut-reaction is to obey and stop.  But like a dead-end sign on a road while driving, we can’t end up stranded in the car. Instead, we have to back up, make a turn, and somehow find a way through.

This morning a beautiful custom iPad cover arrived in the mail from Tusk leather goods in NYC.  It represents a recent example of perseverance.  I discovered this beautiful cover after hours of online hunting and stopping by various stores.  I was in search of a colorful-yet-classy portfolio that would fit my personal brand and work for speaking venues.  Bloomingdales had only one left and it was perfect, except for a big black stain inside and a grease blotch on the front.  No more in any other Bloomingdales stores, so I called Tusk directly and ended up talking to the owner.  “Your covers are the nicest I’ve seen anywhere, I’d LOVE to have this color/style and can you please find just one more somewhere in your company?” “Sorry,” the very nice owner, Hiten Manseta, told me. “We made this style exclusively for Bloomingdales and have no more in stock anywhere, we don’t even have this leather on hand anymore.”  “Oh Hiten,” I professionally prodded, “can you PLEASE see what you can possibly do?”  He didn’t sound hopeful, but sure enough, a few days later I got an email… “Lynette, I found the purple leather and we will make this special cover for you in our factory overseas.”  Yippee, so glad I persevered!

A few months ago, while shopping in Tulsa, I saw the most stunning, unusually large antique venetian mirror, marked for a ridiculously low price.  Sadly, there was a big SOLD sign on front.  No surprise, at this price who wouldn’t snatch it up?!  I was bummed as it would have been PERFECT for my upcoming master bath redo.  I kept walking by it, so jealous of whomever had better timing than I did.  “Are you sure this is sold?” I asked the guy at the counter.  “Oh yes, I’m certain the person has already paid for it and will pick it up soon,” he told me.  But something inside wouldn’t let go, envisioning it on my wall where it rightfully belonged!   “You’re SURE they paid for it?” I asked again, feeling by now like a stalker.  “Let me check,” he said, walking to the back room.  Not a minute later he emerged, “Good news, turns out it won’t work for the buyer’s house after all, it’s yours if you want it.”  “YES I DO,” I virtually shouted.  My Mom, who was with me for this adventure, said it best as we walked joyfully to our car, “There’s a message in this one Lynette.”  So very true.

Now granted, an iPad cover and mirror are temporal items I could certainly live without.  But what about those things that are crucial, if not essential, to our future and dreams?  Over 25 years of professional and personal pursuits, time and again all signs have pointed to NO when YES was the true destination, just around the corner via uncharted paths.

What dead-end signs have you confronted lately?  Are you really supposed to stop?  Is there another win-win way around the road-block?  Maybe one more phone call, an offer to serve in order to receive?  Granted, we do at times need stop signs to get us we’re supposed to be, but more often than not we’re better served to persevere, not take no for an answer, and find creative ways around and through to our dreams.

I’m closing this post with a link to one of the best stories I’ve read on Steve Jobs and his perseverance.  I’m a big Apple/Mac fan and am grateful for the lessons we can learn from this man’s life.

So whether it’s in small things or big things, stretch your “YES-I-CAN” muscle and decide not to quit, just like Steve.  The Perseverance of Steve Jobs

Have you ever felt like you were missing out or being left behind?  I sure have.  Sometimes professionally and often in my personal life, I’ll see others who seem to have it all why I wait for a few crumbs to be thrown my way.

One such “crummy” moment happened recently.  I was visiting family and had an afternoon to watch my 9 yr old niece and her cheerleading squad perform at a pep rally.  Later that evening I wrote an email to my husband describing how I felt….

“I was in the gym this afternoon with all the kids, tons of moms and dads, the football team, Ally and her cheerleader friends, so sweet and glad I got to go.  Funny though, I thought while I looked at everyone, ‘I’ve missed this whole experience of being a mom with young kids in school.’  It’s still so strange to me, I look at all these women and think, ‘That was going to be me, being at school, pouring into my kids’ young lives.’  I know that I know, for some reason, I’m called to a different path, one I do love, but at moments like this it’s still hard to grasp why and how it turned out like this.”

Perhaps you can relate to my “missing out” sentiments.  It struck me later that night and again this morning while on a run, how tempting it is for EVERYONE to feel at some level like we’re missing out.

Missing out on….

  • A job breakthrough
  • A relationship you’ve always dreamed of
  • Real, true friends
  • A promised promotion
  • Financial relief
  • Health
  • Freedom from depression and addictions
  • The list goes on….

I finished my email to Ron with a line that is truly my heart’s mantra and one I will always hold to:  “I’m rich beyond words and have no regrets.”

Over and over we’re challenged to choose the “glass is half-full” mentality vs. concentrating on the empty place.  Yes, there are mysteries, things seemingly withheld, fulfillment we rightfully deserve or would imagine a loving God is eager to grant us.  So what gives when I feel denied?

One of my favorite scripture verses is Isaiah 55:9, “As the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than your ways and my thoughts than your thoughts.”  I have come to realize with increasing assurance my Father is all-wise, full of love, withholding some things only to grant others, in His way and in His time.

Could it be our challenge is to live not by what is visible now, and then choose, over and over again, to be content and grateful, celebrating what we have?

I’ve been focused on Psalm 23 lately while we walk through the valley with our son Jordan who is fighting cancer.  I’m often reciting under my breath, “Yeah though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death I will fear no evil, for Thou art with me…”  I’ve also been loving verse 5 that says, “….you anoint my head with oil, my cup overflows.”  What a gift — an overflowing cup.  Not just half-full, but running over.

So even with unanswered questions, I’m going to declare that my cup WILL run over, realizing that perhaps part of the gift and adventure for all of us is, we just don’t know quite yet, what He will fill it with.