There’s no such thing as a self-made man.
Patty lived next door. And I mean lived. She was bursting with imagination, loud, touchy-feely, constantly in motion, like a kid in a mom body. When her daughter Tracie and I started a detective agency, she made us matching jackets and found us a refrigerator box to use as headquarters. When my fourth grade class needed an “art mother” she volunteered as if I was her own kid. Because to her I was.
Marla was the best day care teacher ever. She was a college student who loved art and drama. When I was eight she taught me about impressionism and abstraction and the proper way to hold a pencil and shade and use oil pastels and charcoal. Because of Marla I have sketch pads full of other worlds.
My dad said, “The only way to learn is to ask questions.” So I’d sit in the backseat on the way to grandparents’ and ask what it was like in Vietnam, or if he thought we’d ever live on the moon, and who made God and then we’d sing Sixteen Tons and Amazing Grace.
RJ was a youth intern at church and he stocked the shelves of the grocery store across the street from my house at night. When my life felt particularly awful – in that completely baseless dramatic thirteen year-old sort of way – he took a break from stacking cans and we sat and talked about girls, God, parents, school, life. At a time when a lot of kids begin to feel worthless, I didn’t.
Mr. Fabor had a jazz trio that played around town some nights and practiced in our band hall after hours one day a week. Mr. Fabor let me watch and listen from my seat against the wall. And then, one life-changing day, he told me to get my sax out and he pulled my chair into their circle.
Steve was a single guy in his thirties, an attorney, CEO of a title company, and he was my Sunday school teacher throughout high school. Every Sunday night a dozen friends and I would eat pizza on the leather furniture in Steve’s immaculate tudor cottage, talk about how our week had gone, pray and watch a movie. He gave me a job at his company – a real adult job with a tie and a desk and everything. He trusted me in a way that made me want to deserve it. Most importantly, Steve dreamed in front of us. He dreamed of using his wealth to mentor more young people. And he did. I wrote the school song for Brook Hill School a few years ago.
Somebody in my church anonymously sent me to college. When I say they “sent me” I mean they paid every expense. And so, for the first time in my life, I actually studied.
Dave let me play sax in his first band: the praise band at University Baptist Church, in its first couple years. Every month, I think it was, someone from UBC’s band would play at Common Grounds. One time the guy scheduled to play couldn’t, so Dave asked me if I’d fill in. In less than a week I wrote my first five songs on guitar. I only knew four chords. That was my first gig. I threw up. But I was hooked.
Greg taught me how to study the bible. Margaret taught me how to perform. Billy taught me about missions. Randy let me sing in church and told me to blog. Yanci taught me about poverty. Darren and Jon let me teach. Diane taught me how to pray…
There’s no such thing as a self-made man.
Who made you?
Who are you helping God make?
Eve says:
Wow! Love it! Thanks for sharing…. gives all of us something to reflect upon. Love your blogs…
Kellie says:
Awesome post! So true, so true. Certainly made me think about who has made me and actually, I have never sat down and thought about those that I would write down. Good challenge…
Very cool that you played with Crowder. I knew that you were both from home (Texas, of course) but I didn’t realize you were in the same church. Way cool. Is that where you learned about hair, too? 🙂
Shayne says:
My parents…who made me and taught me to laugh and to love music.
My grandfather…who taught me what it meant to be a christian through his example and his unconditional love for others.
That sunday school teacher in sixth grade who would smile at me and hug me when no one else did.
God…who through the miracle of the west Texas night sky showed me that I wasn’t alone and that I mattered.
My husband and my kids…who continue to mold me and demand nothing less than authenticity from me every day.
Those are just a few. God has sent so many servants to me and had them to pour out extra until the day I found myself the feet of the Redeemer and He covered me.
I confess I’m not so great at pouring into others…but God is changing me, so I have hope.
misty says:
Honestly, I am not really sure who helped make me. Probably more than anyone would be my husband, Darrin. He has taught me about love, forgiveness, grace and how to seek after God.
I do jail ministry and each Wednesday I go into the jail and I allow God to use me to pour into their lives. Me and the three other ladies I go with talk to them, listen to them, laugh with them, cry with them and most importantly we love them. We tell them about Gods love for them and hopefully show them His love. Hopefully one day one of them will say that I allowed God to use me to help make them.
Melissa Fitzpatrick says:
I love this blog! This is a fun idea for a writing project over a lunch break. I will give it a go soon. Hope all is well. Thinkin about India as we were there exactly one year ago.
Prudence says:
Gonna have to think about this. I feel a blog post coming on.
Princess Leia says:
When I think back to my childhood and especially my religious/moral education, I think mostly of my mom. She was the one who was so adamant about God being my creator (no random chance here!), she was the one to whom the rights that _all_ people (born or unborn) were important, she was the one who taught our discipleship training class (which died after we graduated from it), she taught us our “Basic Life Principles” (or “Basic Youth Concepts,” depending on the year).
And now it’s my turn. It makes me wonder how awkward she felt when teaching us all of those things – if the “teachable moments” were as uncomfortable for her as they are for me right now with my little ones. Teaching the Bible to my kids definitely _isn’t_ “rocket science,” so I’m not sure how good a job I’ll do with it (my mom had the advantage of being a teacher by training). But I know that I’m commanded to do it, and that God placed these kids in my care on purpose. We’ll see how good a job I (and my husband) do in the years to come!
Sheri says:
I love this! I forget to think about the people that helped “make me” who I am, and who I am becoming. I hope I am helping God make my sons into fine young men, and I hope I might be able to help some of their friends find their way. I am trying; that’s the main thing.
Thank you!
meghan @ spicy magnolia says:
I was just thinking today about writing a blog post about all the women in my life who have mentored me, made a difference in my life, and showed me the love of Jesus. Oh how grateful I am for each of them!
Lindsay @ Not2Us says:
Whew. Hard to breathe.
So many people have allowed God to use them to make me. Dad, Mom, Grandma, Brother, Husband, Sunday School Teacher, Mentor, and…
You. There aren’t enough characters allowed for me to tell you the sheer impact you’ve had in my life over the past two years. Thank you.
Who am I helping God make? Hopefully everyone around me. Hopefully the people who read my blog. Someday soon, hopefully the people in an unreached people group. I’m not sure all that God’s doing with my story, but I hope He keeps doing it. And I pray I keep allowing Him to.
Heather EV says:
Wow! I love this post!
Who made me? Hmmm…I could probably write as much as you did on the topic!
My 3rd grade teacher showed me kindnes like I never knew at home.
My next door neighbor let me pick grapefruit at her house because she was too old to. We would sit and talk for what felt like forever about everything.
My middle school band teacher taught me about a lot more than music. He taught me about compassion and never giving up and about the value of hard work.
My high school youth leader taught me that I can actually make something of myself and find God without being “good enough”.
My Sunday school teacher taught me about needing other people and about not only serving but about allowing yourself to be served and about not doing life alone.
I’m only 18 so I haven’t gone too far yet, but I’m being made into more and better things daily.
Heather EV says:
Oh, and I am helping out in my church’;s youth group and children’s ministry, so there are kids around that I am helping to make. Several of them, actually. And it’s amazing.
Lisa Smith (@stretchmarkmama) says:
Sixteen tons, and whaddya get…another day older and-a deeper in debt…
I am mostly my dad–eight parts sensible; two parts savior.
But I’ve got a large dose of a college prof–who showed me that teaching could be something other than memorizing answers for the test.
Sprinkle on some piano teacher–who taught me that Claire de Lune should bring tears to the eyes when played–not ones of frustration but ones of beauty.
And let’s not forget my brother–who spent the first 18 years of his life prepping me to earn my very own Honorary Man Card.
Sarah Valente (Kingdom Mama) says:
This is amazing. About a dozen people just came to mind.
Jessica Mell says:
(((bless you))) for this post; may our Father keep blessing the heart behind it!
this is my first visit to your site–directed here through Tonia’s post today @ studyinbrown.com.
i’ve been reading around and very much appreciate what you share.
thanks—and i look forward to more frequent reading!
Shaun Groves says:
Thanks for stopping by, Jessica.
Hope to have you around here making me for a long long time.
Grant Jenkins says:
Wow, Shaun. This has really challenged me to look back at the people in my life who have shaped me and who God has put in my life to shape me right now. I can’t thank you enough for this.
Shaun Groves says:
Thanks, Grant. That means a lot from you.
I’m a big fan.
Jenny says:
I love this! Wow… I’ll have to think about this definitely. I never thought about my life in terms like this… 🙂