June 7, 2015

Ten Lessons From the Pageant World

I miss the pageant world so very much. It's hard to believe that fifty two weeks ago, I was praying and packing and preparing to compete in Miss Kentucky's Outstanding Teen! When reflecting upon my time as Miss Heartland's Outstanding Teen 2014, so many beautiful memories and lessons flood into my mind. I was able to see and experience incredible opportunities that I never would have  had without the Miss America's Outstanding Teen Organization, and as a "former," I am forever grateful.

When I decided to enter this system and compete in a preliminary, I must admit, I had my doubts. I mean, aren't pageants a little flaky and ego-centric? 

Boy, was I proven wrong.

I don't know if I've ever been so on-my-feet, exhausted, and challenged.

Sure, there was the definite temptation to compete for the crown in order to gain personal glory. But, WOW, how Jesus redirected those thoughts with humbling situations and opportunities. And WOW, those ministry opportunities. I was able to represent and advocate for a very personal battle- Obsessive Compulsive Disorder. Additionally, while competing, I met SO MANY beautiful and talented girls whom I am still friends with and love dearly. And most of all, I got to represent my Savior, Jesus Christ, as I put myself and my abilities on the line to serve and grow as a young woman and leader in this world.

Without further adieu, here are ten lessons the pageant world taught newbie Lyd:

1. The way you represent yourself is so very important.
People are always watching, whether young or old. The way you dress and speak and carry yourself is an indication of your heart. What an important (and sometimes humbling) lesson to learn. I learned to question my heart constantly- "What does this dress say about my heart? Was that response encouraging? How can I make her feel included?"

2. Never underestimate the value of interview skills.
I had an incredible board of local directors who pushed me to be informed and knowledgeable; poised and prepared; trained and confident. In preparation for the state level of competition, I would attend "mock interviews" as frequently as possible. In the process, I learned so much about myself, society, and my state/country. I have found myself to be much more relaxed and informed in conversation- both formal and informal. (College interviews were also MUCH easier and more comfortable than they would have been without my pageant training!)

3. Laugh at yourself.
Mistakes happen. You forget names. You fall in heels. You don't know the correct answer. But you lead and love and laugh. Others are more likely to respect those who not only admit and apologize for their mistakes, but can turn around, smack their foreheads, and laugh, "OOPS!"

(You also make funny faces like this on stage and still laugh about it a year later:)




4. Serving others is the most beautiful and fulfilling experience.
It never gets old! Loving on others and learning about their lives is humbling, eye-opening, and a true fulfillment of Jesus' call for our little lives.

5. Poise is the key to gaining respect and clear communication.
Confidence, posture, eye contact, and clear speech are traits very rarely found in today's day and age. People always remember how you make them feel, and that includes how you act in their presence.

6. Take care of your body (!!!).
Because I was expected to complete in a fitness portion during the competition, I ate better and worked out more than ever before. And it felt GREAT. This training reinforced in me that an individual who treats their temple with care and respect reaps greater energy to do what Jesus has called him or her to do.

7. Create, don't wait.
Pageantry taught me to create my own opportunities instead of waiting for the "perfect one" to come along (the "perfect opportunity" doesn't even exist, by the way). For example, was there someone I wanted to talk to and work with? I learned to just call them! Thinking outside the box and living without fear of rejection invited me to new territories and fun experiences.

8. Be a student always.
There are ALWAYS new things to learn. What fun is it to pretend like you know everything? Learning about the history of my state and the people within it was TOO FUN to miss out on because I wanted to come off as "previously informed." Come on, y'all. Learning is such a gift.

9. Always have a quality pair of black and/or nude heels.
No explanation really needed on that one. 
(Honestly, they're invaluable.)

10. You can only offer what you can offer.
A semi-cliche bullet point, but I gained so much confidence in my persona and identity as a young woman through pageantry. The things that I can bring to the table in this life are things only I can bring. No one else has my voice or my body or my brain. Once this is understood, you are able to utilize your personal gifts better and encourage others to pursue and expend their own. Again, I'm always learning.

I'm so grateful for the many opportunities brought to me through one year with the Miss America's Outstanding Teen Scholarship Organization. I hope to compete in the "Miss" competition in the near future, but until then, I'll sit back and continue to laugh at pictures of myself trying to conduct a serious interview while wearing eight inch heels.

XOXO,
Lyd

P.S. If you're interested in getting involved with this amazing organization, check out maoteen.org!



June 5, 2015

My Samford Story: Orientation

Do you ever have a moment where chill bumps overwhelm you, and the experience is so beautiful and near-perfect, you feel as if you were watching your life from the outside?

Maybe it was pure exhaustion and the fact that I was running on very little sleep, but this past weekend, I had one of those moments. That moment happened during a 9:00 PM worship service in a college campus chapel. Not just any college campus, but the Birmingham home I will indwell these next four years.

A chapel filled with slightly terrified, purely exhausted, and hopeful future freshmen. A chapel where candlelight danced on old walls and the heat lightning flashed outside bright stained-glass windows. Hodges Chapel echoed with simple hymns of timeless truths, paired with the gentle strum of a guitar. Life flooded those pews. My arms extended, I let His Truth wash over me afresh. 

"He will never leave me nor forsake me."

"Jesus, Jesus, how I trust Thee...How I've proved Him o'er and o'er."

No matter where we go or what we endure, those words will never change. And maybe that is what made that moment so very beautiful. Especially considering what the day had held.

Let me back up. This past weekend, Mom, Dad, and I journeyed down to Samford University for orientation and class registration. The trip down included tears (no really) and lots of reminiscing as we looked to the future-- grateful for the past and its many, many blessings.

The trip started off with a bang. The first day of orientation included multiple sessions of information and new friends (my new Birmingham people are AMAZING and I cannot wait to spend these next years by their sides). 

The musical theatre program is simply exploding, and I am absolutely thrilled to see how Jesus will allow me to spread His love through this department. I will be pushed beyond what I think possible (this fall, I will be taking ten courses--with 8 AMs every morning of the week), and know that I will graduate four years from now with a lot of training and love stored and extended. Even this season of shows is SPECTACULAR, and I look forward to revealing the different projects I will be working on. In addition, I will be working with an inner-city arts ministry to serve and instruct underprivileged children in the area of musical theatah! WOW, what a gift. I get absolutely giddy on the inside as I think of the smiles and giggles of precious babies learning to dance and use their voices in new and exciting ways. Additionally, I will most likely be heading out of the country for a time next summer to study and perform in Europe. Needless to say, Jesus is so faithful and HE WILL bless your passions when you surrender them to Him. Grateful that He has opened up this door that is Samford University.

That first night, I fell asleep in a Samford dorm room-- exhausted, emotional, fulfilled. There is seldom a better feeling than knowing you are where you are supposed to be.

The second and last morning came far too soon. Sleepy, I rolled up my belongings and headed to breakfast with new friends. After a crazy time of registering for classes and speaking with the dedicated and amazing arts department staff, I handed in my keys from the weekend and picked up my student ID. Yes, it was so real...crazy how a piece of plastic with your face and name on it makes everything so official. My Samford story felt like it had really and truly begun! I have a cool piece of plastic to prove it!

Hugging friends "goodbye until August," I grasped my roomie's hand (and SHE is another story, that girl), and we both whispered, "I'm so happy."

(Ellie is my lifelong sister--literally--and her heart is ridiculous. She is a nursing major and will most likely end up across the globe healing and hurting babies in the near future. Her attitude of constant encouragement and her prayer warrior spirit push me to pursue Jesus always. To be her roommate is a dream, and I am so grateful that her face will be the first to greet me every morning.)

These next four years will most certainly not be rainbows and all As and perfect relationships and complete happiness. And I'm so grateful for that. No matter what is to come, I am confident that this is where I need to be. And like I said, that is a beautiful thing to FEEL (when He gives you that confirmation in your spirit, praise Him).

But as we pulled off campus for back home, I couldn't help but mentally note the weeks left until my return.

Here are some pictures from the action-packed weekend!


We even received a warm welcome at our hotel! These people!!!


Home for the weekend! What a sweet and helpful glimpse at what the next couple years in a dorm will look like (SOS- SO MANY CLOTHES, SO LITTLE SPACE).


A little peak at Vail Hall-- one of the couple buildings available to the gals on campus. The trees and terrace are absolutely stunning. Makes me excited to think of the many memories to come that will take place on and around the site.


First session of the day where we received our lanyards-- WOW! "Musical Theatre: School of the Arts." So good to see that in writing. 


Orientation Group One! All of us became instant friends. I'm so grateful for this crazy crew of people--we spent a fun few days together and can't wait to be reunited.
(#firstgroupbestgroup)


The first day of orientation ended with rain, karaoke, popcorn, swing dancing, and Step Sing reruns in the planetarium. Grateful for my sister and roomie.


Back at it on day two! This was us being super happy that we are all registered for the fall!



It's official! Next time on campus, we'll be Birmingham livin. RUFF 'EM UP!


Pulling off campus. Also, who wouldn't want to live here??? What a sky.


Had to throw this last picture in...we got home with so much Bulldog Memorabilia...I think Dad was most excited about the 20,000 cups we brought back with us-- and the RUFF EM UP paw. 

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All of this is to say, when you apply yourself and trust Jesus with your heart, passions, and prayers, He will bless that. 

I am so grateful for Samford University. For the countless people who have already poured into my heart and made sure that my Samford experience has been an incredible one. For the instructors and programs working to advance the Kingdom and prepare students for a life of future ministry.

There is no place else I'd rather desire to spend these next four years.

Until August, Birmingham!