Remember Your Maker

As a life coach, I believe God has placed a God-sized dream deep within the fabric of our DNA. This dream flows so easily from His creativity built right within us! Yet, so many do life, comfortable with routine and completely miss what could be.

I’m glad I risked my comfort to follow my dreams of sharing through written word, spoken word and helping others uncover a thriving life through coaching. My uncomfortable moments filled with uncertainty leave me humbly yet confidently by His side. I know to Whom I belong. I can step out into my unknown knowing fully He has destined me for these moments. I may rise or I may fall, but He defines my worth. At the end of the day, I feel complete because I made use of how He wired my personality, gifts, values and passions. I feel completely alive.

One of my dreams has always been to write a book. My first manuscript is currently going through the group review phase and is due out in the Fall. I’ve often been asked, “Bethany, how did you know writing was part of your dream?” Ever since I was little, I loved writing. Essay projects were actually fun for me to complete, not a miserable journey through endless math problems. In fact, I began to write poetry during my senior high years that I saved. Not just a small collection, but well over 150 poems stretching from high school through post-college. I would have my journal open, writing my thoughts to God one minute and then a poem would just start flowing! My heart would pump faster, my palm would sweat as I tried to move my pencil faster. After completed, I would read the words back and just be in awe knowing completely this was something God did, in my handwriting, so effortlessly on my part. Some poems became notes of encouragements to others. Some never left that collection of poems. Others became songs that I would sing to my campers late at night as they curled tightly into their sleeping bags. My girls loved listening to these words and as I worked at this Christian camp all summer, many campers fell asleep listening to these created melodies.

A few months ago, I connected with a past camper of mine through Facebook. She asked me if I ever recorded “The Boat Song.” I knew exactly what she was talking about, but informed her that I just didn’t think I could record the melody with my voice. The chat went silent. A few awkward moments later, she typed back, “But that song kept me going when I needed God the most. Could you record it for me?”

I sat there stunned. Was she kidding or being serious. I waited. Swallowed hard and responded, “I can send you the words if you want.” 

Her response gripped me hard. “But Mrs. Bethany, I remember the words! I miss your voice singing them!” 

Honestly, I thought she wasn’t thinking quite straight. This camper and I had crossed paths back in 2002, over 13 years ago! Seriously? She still knew the words from a song that guided her to sleep from her one week at a church summer camp? She heard these words louder than all of the other songs that filled the airways? Why? How? 

So, I did the next best empathetic move in this humble situation. I quizzed her.Okay, what are some of the words you remember?

All my eyes could see were those annoying Facrbook message bubbles for the longest 5 minutes ever! I sat in my recliner thinking, “She didn’t remember. Now she is scrambling for the right words, pushing the backspace and then trying again.” I prepared myself for a gentle let down. I could handle it. Maybe?  

And then she replied.

Not just with a few words, but most of the entire song, word for word!

My jaw dropped. Literally. My hands froze. All I could think was, “Oh no, she seriously thinks this song is good and I created it just from my time with God. No. I can’t record it!”

I sat for a few minutes desperately trying to think of a way out of this. I was overcome with emotion. Proud. Scared. Happy. Sad. Excited. Terrified. I need peanut butter. Now.

I ended the conversation telling her I would work on it. Truth being, honestly, I have shared several poems that friends have begged me to record into a song…and they are still waiting. I have been too scared to take action until now.

Who out there has the resources needed to make a few dreams become a reality? Who knows how to take words and make it into a melody with music? I’m officially ready to see where this adventure leads…and completely terrified too. But I am a dreamer who is tired of being comfortable just staying where I am in life.

How about you? What is a big dream of yours? What makes moving towards this dream uncomfortable for you? What if you didn’t try? Would anything change? 


And now, the song I hereby dedicate to my campers, wherever they may be today.


Remember Your Maker My Friend 

 

As a lonely child stands beside a river bank,

His pockets empty and a piece of wood in hand,

He begins to carve a boat, hoping it would not sink,

A piece of love made upon his willing demand.

 

He sang – This is my pride and joy,

My love makes you much more than a toy, 

You have a purpose, you were made by my hand,

Please remember your maker my friend.

 

As the boat meets the water, the boy’s hands touch the sky,

The piece of wood now floats calmly away,

The boy shouts, “Come back, you are my prize,”

And he hopes the boat will return to him someday.

 

He sang – You are my pride and joy,

My love makes you much more than a toy, 

You have a purpose, you were made by my hand,

Please remember your maker my friend.

 

As the boy walks down the sidewalk a few years down the road,

A small boat in a store window catches his eye,

His masterpiece now for sale, costing much more than he ever owed,

Paying all that he had – holding his boat by his side,

He said, “I made you and bought you, that makes you twice mine!”

 

He sang – This is my pride and joy,

My love makes you much more than a toy, 

You have a purpose, you were made by my hand,

I made you and bought you,

Please remember I love you my friend.

 

God crafted you and placed you in this time,

Though this worldly river may drift you away from Him,

He has already bought you back – costing Him His life,

Please remember your Maker my friend.

 

God sings to you – you are  My pride and joy,

My love makes you life a gift to enjoy,

You have a purpose, you were made by My hand,

Please remember your Maker my friend.

 

Oh please – remember I love you My child, remember your Maker my friend.

 

Bethany is an ICF trained Certified Professional Christian Life Coach (Christian Coach Institute Graduate), Motivational and Inspirational Speaker, mentor to women and an author. Bethany defines herself as a child of God who loves to use her passion for change to inspire others. She has overcome disabilities, wading through the trials and rewards of marriage and motherhood. She enjoys being a wife to Steve for 10 years and mother to three boys (ages 7, 5 and 2). She is a double brain cancer survivor, a 9 year veteran in the field of youth and children's ministry and has published poetry, featured blog posts for numerous ministry websites and children's ministry curriculum contributions. Bethany is currently working on her first book to be released this Fall as well as various freelancing projects. Bethany always welcomes new coaching clients and speaking opportunities!

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12 thoughts on “Remember Your Maker

  1. Bethany!! I LOVE your song and Courtney Turner comes to mind to put it to music!
    As you know, I’ve stepped out in faith to start writing. I never loved writing as a student and always feared doing it, I don’t know why, I have a pretty good grasp at grammar. Every time I post anything I get great feed back yet that voice of the evil one tells me I can’t do it. Time to shut that voice up for once and for all and say yeah, your right, I can’t do it on my own but I have Jesus guiding me and with Him ALL things are possible!!
    I am so grateful to call you friend and to have the privilege to read your writing! Looking forward to hearing your poems put to music!!
    Love you!!

    • Right on Nancy!! I will admit though, personally, it is still a daily fight putting those “voices” I call negative self talk to silence. For me, when I realize it’s happening, I now have ways to fight against it. Prayer, going right to God’s Word, putting reality into perspective, reaching out to trusted friends, self-care…are among a few. We are fighters and we are writers…but most of all we are His daughters and we know Who wins in the end!

  2. Oh my! This is really good, Bethany! I love the words and how special that this girl remembered all the words from years ago!

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