the buried life...

Everyone has dreams. Everyone has desires. So why it is so hard to vocalize dreams and desires?

Perhaps it's fear. Perhaps it's failure. Perhaps it's fear of failure.

Or perhaps we don't even know what we want.

Last night my little sister called me and informed me she wanted to watch a documentary. (If you know my little sister, you'll know that it's nothing short of a miracle she wants to so anything educational.) I immediately jumped at the opportunity and laughed when I found out it was on MTV. Of course Zoe would watch a documentary MTV. Of course.

In the course of 30 minutes, I decided maybe MTV wasn't that bad after all.

The documentary series, The Buried Life, was so inspirational that I decided I’m going to create my own list. Yes, yes, I made new year’s resolutions, but I’m talking about things I must do before I pass into the pearly gates. Some will be silly, but all of them will be dreams I’ve never spoken of.

Here’s the premise of the series: when something is scratched off the buried list, someone else is granted or assisted in making their own dream come true. It’s moving. It’s real. It’s biblical.

So--what’s on your list? If I can help you achieve one of your goals when I achieve one of my goals, we’ll both be better because of it. Like James says, you have not because you ask not. What’s one thing off of your list?

michael hyatt, providence, and twitter...

I usually don't blog on Sundays, but I'll make an exception for Michael. No, not Michael Scofield, Michael Jackson, or Michael Jordan. It's better! The Michael Hyatt: husband to Gail, father of five, loving dog owner--oh yeah, and Chief Executive Officer of Thomas Nelson Publishers.

He's witty, charming, disarming and as cute as a button! I've been following him on Twitter for several weeks and if Seth Godin is right about tribes, then Michael has an army! With almost 43,000 followers this man could go to war against Alexander the Great. And win. Yes, he's that smart.

On Saturday morning I tweeted about speaking at a conference on the topic of modesty. In true providential form, Mr. Hyatt tweeted about posting a blog about modesty no more than a second after I did. Michael could write about the necessity of Velcro in the 21st century and I'd love it, but this article was a perfect resource to read before I taught. So I tweeted again.

BiancaJuarez: Providence! @MichaelHyatt posted a blog about modesty the day I talk on the issue. I might have to steal his material ;) He won't mind.

And then it happened. My phone chirped with a Twitter direct message from Michael Hyatt. Wait, let me write that again. From. Michael. Hyatt.

MichaelHyatt: Absolutely! Steal away.

In that moment, Michael Jackson could have passed me his white glove, Jordan could've passed me a ball, and Scofield could've tattooed my name on his chest and I wouldn't have cared. Michael Hyatt sent me a direct message on Twitter. I squeeled like a little girl and nearly died. Twice.