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I remember the day I learned Thomas Edison tried more than 1,000 times before he got the light bulb to actually create light. 1,000?! I was shocked. Now, that's failure. I was also inspired. I had tried once for the Olympics. Fail. I had tried once to get into Stanford. Fail. A boy broke my heart. Fail. Most other things: success. Yet I was upset, and I didn't want a single failure. I wanted each attempt to amount to success, and I surely didn't want to keep trying. Thomas kept trying, though, so I named this song, Forgive Me, Mr. Edison. It's my dedication to him and to all those who are resilient. I am learning because of you. When I don't want to make more than 10 or 22 attempts, I think of Thomas Edison. I realize some of the most beautiful creations (the light bulb!!!), come from just one more attempt. Fight...

I wrote this song some months ago after a bit of a sad trip to Haiti. I feel like I wrote it today, though, which is why I'm sharing. I had a blah day today. How are you? How was your day? I hate feeling like I'm half this unique, wonderful woman and half this emotional, human machine that must be mastered. Do you ever feel the war inside yourself between the person you are and the person you long to be? Some days I don't want to master the yuckier self. Some days I'm tired. I wrote my brother this afternoon and said, "I'm a life coach, but I feel depressed!" Ha. Thank God I've learned I don't have to be washed in bleach to help other people. Imperfect people help imperfect people, and the beauty unfolds. ...

I hadn't sat down to write, I hadn't felt forced to produce new material. It simply came while I was lying on my bed, taking a five minute break between practice sessions last week. I'm not sure if you've ever had this experience, but sometimes it feels as if a song is writing itself through me, rather than me writing a song. Elizabeth Gilbert, the international best-selling author of Eat, Pray, Love, explains this phenomenon happening to her as she writes, also. After her book became an international sensation, she feared not being able to write  anything else ever as good. She was able to relinquish her fear by attributing the content of her books to geniuses or muses outside of herself. All she could do was show up and do the work, and then they would come. She elaborates on this point by telling a story of a poet who experienced...

One day, we were flying somewhere in the US, and there was crazy turbulence. For the first time, I thought I might die in a plane crash. I held to my seat as we dipped and dove, asking the Lord if it was my time. I haven't had many ethereal spiritual experiences, but what happened next was one. Something in my head spoke to me, telling me I had much to do with my life. From that, I inferred I wasn't going to die in a plane crash. I became calm. This morning, as I was reading Acts 27 + 28, I noticed that something similar happened to Paul. When his ship had been caught in a storm for days, the Lord appeared to him, saying, "Don't be afraid, Paul, for you will surely stand trial before Caesar!" (Acts 27:24) When Paul and I were afraid, God affirmed what was going to happen instead...

A few years ago, our team was in Ostia, Italy, for a training camp. We ate each meal at a restaurant by the sea. It was amazing food (of course, you gain weight even though you do a sport for a living!), cute ambiance, and the son of the restaurant owner was a dream!  By the end of the week, I was swooning. His language, his looks, how he paid close attention to me...