Skip to main content

Bravo Zulu


Years ago I worked for a very nice summer day camp. During camp we would have morning meetings and review important details for the day. At every meeting there were comment cards that were read. Parents or coworkers could anonymously fill one out and submit it for a camp employee. When an employee received 3 of these cards they would receive a special pin called a Bravo Zulu. The Bravo Zulu symbolized a job well done. They were put on your name tag and everyone saw it. I worked very hard my first summer and always hoped for a Bravo Zulu, but didn't get one.

Not receiving the coveted Bravo Zulu that summer always bothered me. Recently it made me think of the story of the prodigal son. I always heard messages about that story but didn't get them. All I could hear was the brother of the prodigal son did all that hard work, made the right choices and didn't get one Bravo Zulu. I always felt like he got jipped, he got shafted. No parties for him, no celebration because he made the right choices. What the heck? (sorry but that's how I'd always felt).
I mean, all we hear about is how God loves us and wants us to make the right choices and here is a person that does it all his life and gets no recognition. How does that make sense, how can that really be what God would do? 

I never asked any one about it, I never explored it, because I think God needed me to see it to understand....

See a little over 4 years ago my husband and I decided to go to a different church. This church was so different than anything I had every experienced. I really liked it, but there were still so many things I wasn't sure about. For one, this was a much larger church than I had every experienced and I just wondered if people that went there could really be committed to God. Then I heard the stories about peoples lives being forever changed, being freed from their pasts, renewed and really, truly changed. It was amazing to hear the stories.

Suddenly it hit me, I was that other son, the jealous brother. But more importantly, these wonderful people who had just begun their life with God were the prodigal son and I was learning from them. I began to realize that the whole point of the story is that everyone's journey to God is different. It doesn't matter when we get there, it just matters that we make it. He just wants us. That's it. We don't need to spend our time comparing ourselves to others, worrying about what we have or have not done. If we waste our time doing that, there will always be someone that is better (or worse), more experienced, more knowledgeable, etc.

Don't get me wrong, I'm not saying stop working hard, stop learning, stop trying to be better at your job, etc.  But I can tell you this; I did end up getting a Bravo Zulu in the next year. But it doesn't mean anything now. And when I worked a different job the following summer there was relief. Finally, I didn't have to feel like I was doing things to be noticed. I wasn't thinking the whole time 'oh, maybe I'll volunteer to do that, so someone will take note.'  There's freedom in that, freedom to be me. And that my friends, is what God created me to be, me.


Comments

Popular posts from this blog

Romania Take 2!!

Dear Friends,
I hope things are going well with you. I have some exciting news I want to share! Last year, you may remember I had the opportunity to join a service trip to Oradea, Romania.  It was a great learning and growing experience for me that I will never forget. I’m honored to share that I was asked to lead a trip back this coming summer, August 4-12, 2017.  The decision to take part in this trip was different than past experiences.  Having gone to Romania last summer, I now have firsthand experience working with the people of Belief in Motion.  My trip last year taught me simply that love is key. In its truest and rarest form, love can break down so many barriers. Seeing the women and children in the surrounding villages stand in pride and feel a true sense of self worth, simply because someone treated them worthy of love and respect is a beautiful thing. This is what I look forward to taking part in again this summer. I ask that you would prayerfully support me and the team…

Diaper Bouquet

Last spring I was invited to a baby shower and was so excited to finally be able to have a chance to make this! I had found a picture, on Pinterest most likely, but there were no instructions on how to make it. So I figured I'd give it a whirl! Here's how I did it. You'll need: A wide mouth vase Gifts to go inside Tulle (from a roll) Cylinder shaped styrofoam Diapers Lollipop sticks Ribbon First, I went to the store and found a large mouth vase and the goodies I wanted to fill it with. A little tip on what goodies you pick: try to get things that are the same height or a few that can be stacked to have a flat top. Mine didn't so I rolled up a rectangle piece of heavy cardstock and put it on top of the box to make it level. Also, try not leave a good amount of space (2-3") for the styrofoam base of the bouquet.
To make the flower part of the bouquet I cut the lollipop sticks into a few different shorter lengths. I rolled the diapers up, wrapped the elastic around…

Perspective

By now, many of you reading this probably know about my upcoming trip to Romania. If you don't, you can check it out here. So far the time leading up to this trip has been a learning experience for me. Many things lately have showed me how good this trip will be, not because of what I'll be doing but because of what I'll be experiencing and learning.
Lately, my older son has been asking me why he has to go to school and why he needs to learn. It's funny to me to think that I'm not going to school, but I'm sure being taught a lot lately. I'm learning about my attitude, thoughts, inferences, purpose and more.
This time three years ago, I was embarking on a big change. I was tying up loose ends and getting ready to resign as a music therapist. I was getting ready to say good bye to students I had for years. It was an uncertain time not knowing what lay ahead. A few months later I would find my self jobless and worried that nothing was going to happen.

What I …