Monday, April 30, 2012
Wow, that is easier said than done.
Letting Go and Letting God...what happens when we stop listening to our little voice in our head and start relying on God? Let me tell you: I did an 8 mile run this weekend...well, okay, I ran a bit over 6 of the 8 miles and walked some. But a very wise lady told me the secret to long distance running...it's mental. Her husband who is a very wise United States Marine told her to ask herself two things: Can I breathe? Am I hurting anywhere? He was right, it is mental (thank you Dave and Katie...you guys are awesome). So although I didn't read her post on facebook until after the run on Saturday, I was thinking the same thing...it is mental. When I wanted to walk I kept thinking "why am I walking, I'm okay". I made it a LOT further than I thought I ever would. It's all mental!!!
So is worrying. IT IS MENTAL! When we worry about things in our lives, we are letting our mind control us. Why not let go and let God do his work? In the Bible it says if we had faith the size of a mustard seed we could move a mountain. WOW! So why do we worry about things? If we are truly putting our trust in God then we shouldn't worry about tomorrow. I know its difficult sometimes to hand things over to God but if we think about it this way it may be easier:
If God can create the world and all the things in it in 6 days, why can't I let him take care of my needs and desires? Why should I worry? I know I can trust God to do what's best for me and what is in HIS PERFECT will for my life!!!
Friday, April 27, 2012
Okay, so to be fair, my husband did 20 years in the Navy and HAD to run. And like me, he never liked it while he was in the Navy and like me, he isn't built like Usain Bolt. So running isn't really in our gene's.
However, just because my husband doesn't like to run, doesn't mean I can't run with someone else. And I have a few times. I mean, he pumps iron at the gym with his buddy...and honestly, I've never wanted to lift weights. I find it boring. He finds it challenging. He hates running, I find it challenging. So I have run with others a few times. Once with Sarah, a couple times with my Mom and a couple times with Yvette. Now, with Sarah, we are about the same height and we were both young runners so we were compatible as far as our strides go but with busy schedules it is difficult to get together. My mom is a bit shorter than me so my steps were shuffles and so we aren't compatible runners (she is either too fast for me or our steps aren't ever the same). Then there is Yvette. SHE IS FAST! THAT GIRL CAN RUN! So needless to say, the penguin is pretty far behind the jackrabbit there.
But that's not the reason I run alone. I run alone because it's my ME time. A time for me to spend time in prayer...A time for my mind to wander...A time for me to solve all the worlds problems...A time to just veg out and take in the beautiful scenery. It's my downtime. It is a stress reliever and I feel wonderful after a GOOD run. It rejuvenates my spirit. It pumps me up a bit. It makes me not so hungry (I know, that is weird but true, I'd rather drink a smoothie of fruit vice dinner after a run). Besides, running with my husband would turn into a competition and I don't need that. We did run together once when we were both in the Navy and well, lets just say he's better(faster) at it than me and I never want him to see me stop running because I'm tired.
Random thought for today:
DO WHAT YOU WANT FOR EXERCISE. WHETHER IT'S RUNNING, WALKING, WEIGHT LIFTING, SWIMMING OR ZUMBA, IT DOESN'T MATTER. WHAT MATTERS IS YOU ARE MOVING. AND DO IT TO MAKE YOURSELF HEALTHIER, NOT BECAUSE SOMEONE SAYS YOU SHOULD. EXERCISE BECAUSE YOU ARE WORTH IT.
Thursday, April 26, 2012
How many of us women suffer from bitterness on occasion?
I know that I can sometimes feel it creeping up on me. And it is NOT a pleasant feeling.
However, one thing I do know is that when bitterness comes creeping into my heart, it's NOT of God. Therefore if it is NOT OF GOD, then it is from Satan and I am going to fight & refuse to let it into my heart.
The sermon at our church last Sunday was about God letting trials happen to those He has chosen. IF I am doing what God wants me to do then the devil gets mighty upset. I truly believe that bitterness is from the devil and is in direct result of us doing what God wants us to do. Satan's plan is to derail us at every turn.
So what can we do about it? Think about these questions:
1. Why am I getting bitter?
2. What is causing me to feel this way. Is there an overabundance of "ME" and "I" answers to those questions? If so, maybe this is a bit on the self centered side???? (OH YEAH!)
3. If we are getting bitter because of something our spouse is or is not doing then how serious is it really? In the grand scheme of things is this major??? Or is it merely because things just aren't what "WE" want them to be? I know for a fact I am guilty of this. For example, the other day, "I" asked my husband to take our son to the gym with him so "I" could run in our neighborhood and he didn't have a problem with that.but then he called me during lunch the next day and changed the plans which made "ME" change "MY" plans because "I" didn't want "MY" son to stay at daycare too long. Now, the first part was okay...but did you notice the second part of my reaction to my husband...completely self centered!!!
Notice all the "I" and "ME" statements there? Was this a big deal? In the grand scheme of things: NO. BUT "I" was being petty. "I" was inconvenienced. "I" was stewing over something that happened a couple days prior (which really wasn't a big deal either if I really think about it) and now "I" was getting bitter towards the man I love. WRONG!!!! WRONG WRONG WRONG WRONG WRONG!!
"I" was designed by GOD to be my husbands helpmate. "I" am supposed to support him. "I" was made to love him not get bitter about things he does. "I" am WRONG! So "I" have to change my attitude about it. "I" am responsible for "MY" own feelings and it's WRONG for me to get bitter.
So what did I do? I expressed my frustrations with my wonderful husband and things are better now. He understands my frustrations and the situation is over. But I know that I will be fighting this because it's the way the devil wants it. Satan doesn't want me to show love and kindness and patience to my dear husband. But God does and that's who I am going to follow.
Wednesday, April 25, 2012
Salt. That seasoning we are supposed to limit in our daily intake. (oh yeah, sodium, bad bad bad) BUT it makes food have more flavor if used in correctly.
Salt. That stuff that is all over your body after a great workout. (um feels really weird)
Salt. What we are supposed to be in this world. WOW! That thing that we are constantly trying to limit or to get off our bodies is what we are compared to in God's word. Salt. In the 5th chapter of Matthew verse 13 the Bible says:
Have you ever tasted salt that has lost its savor? It's useless. It has no effect on the food it is put on. So are we when we become useless in this world. So if WE have lost our savor we have no effect on those around us. We are to be like salt. Adding flavor to the world around us. Enhancing the flavor of our daily lives.
So go out today and be salt in the world. Show God's love, make a difference. Spice up the world with goodness and mercy and show the world that being a Christian is a GOOD thing, not a bad thing.
Tuesday, April 24, 2012
It was quiet. Now, 6 years ago, this was all normal. I lived in our home for 5 years before Jon and Janessa were able to join me and before LJ was born. But in May of 2006, Janessa came to live with us, Jon moved home after retiring in August and LJ was born in September. Since then, there has RARELY been quiet in our home. Last night I had almost 2 solid hours of quiet. THAT never happens.
So what did I do? Well, I had already started dinner. The house was already clean. I can't work on my quilt until I go back to class on Thursday because I'm kind of stuck. So I did what any Mom does when she's faced with complete and utter quiet...I walked around trying to find things to do. I said some prayers. I made sure dinner was going to be ready. I worked on reloading my Kindle. I took my post-workout shower. And I was at a loss for something to do. It was strange. It was un-nerving. I was NOT comfortable in that much quiet time.
Monday, April 23, 2012
For a long time, I have worried about the physical scars on my body. I was always ashamed of having so many scars. There's the one from when I had surgery as a baby that is now almost a foot long on my side just below my waist. There's the one on my ankle from an IV when I was a baby. Then I have the one from my knee surgery back when I was 6. Now, that's not all the scars, those are just a few of the physical scars that I have and that are visible a good portion of the time depending on what I'm wearing. Do they bother me? Well, sometimes I get a little self conscious but they are what makes me who I am today.
But what about the emotional ones? What about the scars from lost friendships, betrayals, failures, abuse, and the other things that make up emotional scars? It took a long time for me to realize it but a scar is actually a GOOD thing. It is a sign that the body has healed. And the scar or healed broken bone is actually stronger than what was there before. Now, don't get me wrong, I'm not an advocate for getting scars intentionally.
The same goes for the emotional scars. When you are hurt, God listens and puts a scar in the place of the hurt. BUT, only if you let him. And by letting him I mean: don't revisit the reason the scar is there over and over again. When you get a bug bite or other scrape or scratch, what happens if you keep scratching the scab off? The wound doesn't get a chance to heal! The same goes with our emotional hurts. If we keep revisiting the event that hurt us deeply then the wound will never heal. It will continue to stay there and can even get infected which can cause more problems. There is a time for mourning something that has been lost, someone who has left our life for whatever reason or our own inability to do something correctly causing emotional hurt HOWEVER, to go on for years carrying that hurt and anger will only hurt you more in the end. And why would we want to do that? Does a mosquito bite itch? Yes! Sometimes bad. What happens if you scratch it? It feels kind of good to scratch it but that doesn't help the bite heal up, it only prolongs the suffering.
So my other -NOT-SO-RANDOM-THOUGHT for today:
Jon and I enjoyed the movie. VERY touching.
Thank God I'm a Country Girl: Okay, so a lot of you may not know it, but I did grow up on a farm...sort of. My daddy had a farm and I would go see him every other weekend growing up. So since my wonderful cousin Michelle lived next door, we did a lot of stuff on the farm. Yes, I fed chickens, we had pigs, we planted corn, stripped tobacco, weeded tobacco fields, had some guineas and turkeys that were a pain. AND most of all, we spent an incredible amount of time in the woods. And what happens when you are in the woods a lot? You get ticks. Now I HATE ticks. HATE HATE HATE HATE THEM! Fast forward 30 years and my wonderful husband and I decide to take Molly for a walk. Jon was wanting to look for blackberries (he knows I love them) so we went traveling down a drainage easement in the woods to see if we could find any. Nice walk. At least that's what I thought.
Then Sunday after church Janessa asks me what that black thing is on my shoulder (granted I had no clue). Jon comes over to check it out and was about to tell me I needed to go to the doctor to get that growth checked out...when he starts singing the Brad Paisley song about checking you for ticks. I had a tick...on my shoulder. GREAT! FREAKED ME OUT! It took a few minutes to get that little sucker to release (and it luckily was just a little tiny one) but still, I"m STILL itching and freaking out almost a day later. But even though I STILL consider myself a country girl, I will NEVER grow accustomed to ticks. Give me skunks and snakes any day. Make me feed the pigs, collect eggs, run from turkeys, I don't care...but keep the ticks away from me!!!
So my random thought for today:
Saturday, April 21, 2012
So this afternoon is my friends son's birthday party and THEN I get to do my 7-8 mile run/walk (cause we all know I WILL be walking some of it, right?). It's all good though. Quality time spent with an adorable little boy who doesn't like for Mommy to sleep.
My random thought today:
Friday, April 20, 2012
Oh to be a child again. I'm sitting here getting ready to start basting my quilt listening to LJ and Cody (my son's best friend who lives next door) and the laughter is infectious. Although there are many times when I long for peace and quiet in my home, this is not one of those times. I ABSOLUTELY LOVE to hear my kids laugh. When LJ and Janessa play (without fighting) it is so fun to just listen to the laughter. And to hear the boys playing and laughing is such a joy.
They say that Laughter is the best medicine...and they are right. Just listen to Cody and LJ laugh and you cannot help but laugh too!