Hope That Never Disappoints

  As we fly through the months, weeks and days...I finally find a way to slow down and enjoy this time of celebrating Christ's birth.  Our family started a tradition know as the Jesse Tree.  A countdown to Christmas day.  

 

I was introduced to the Jesse Tree by blogger, Ann Voskamp from Aholyexperience.com several years ago.  Each day has a Bible devotion, starting with Isaiah 11:1-2 for day one. 

"A shoot will come up from the stump of Jesse; from his roots a Branch will bear fruit." ~ Isaiah 11:1

What hope we have knowing that even though we were cut off from God because of our disgrace, Jesus can bring us new life and defeat sin.  

We finished day five today which is titled "Living by Faith".  My husband and son already walked away from the table (daughter was at youth group) and it gave me some extra time in prayer to reflect on my faith and where God has called me.  I hold a couple positions; daughter, wife, mother, aunt, sister and friend.  The list could probably go on longer but that's not of importance.  The most important part of my roles is that because I have been so blessed through Jesus, that I should aim to bless all. 

 I KNOW I fall short in this area in different ways.  I lack to make that phone call, give a hug, stopped to pray with or just giving my undivided attention.  I'm always going full speed ahead and I'm sure there are so many times I don't even realize who I've disappointed.  I guess I really haven't shown myself as a true example of Jesus.  My prayer is that as we begin this season of Love, I show my love outward to those who are in my life.  So grateful that He never disappoints!

A Firm Core In A Shaky World

  It's quiet.  We are just days from watching our outside being shaken by this hurricane that took lives and homes from our state.  As I sit inside today enjoying the warmth of my fireplace I can't help but feel guilty that I have this.  Right now as I type this there are rescue teams pulling debris away from what was once someone's home.  My town was fortunate to only suffer from a few power outages that only took a few hours to repair.  Though our area was not affected, our inner core was shaken.  We grieve for a family that had to bury their daughter only two days before the hurricane blew in.  Her young life was taken by two young boys that were only 2 years and 5 years older that too live in this town.  Only a day before this tragedy has taken place we had a car pull out in front of a moving train and by God's grace it took the car down the tracks with it and not into the 4 children standing right near the tracks.  We are just hearing news now, three weeks later, the mother and baby were just released from the hospital.

All that was mentioned above are things that we watch on the news, things that usually happen  from somewhere far away and has nothing to do with us.  The reality of it all is that it did happen and our entire community is effected by it all.  I myself still tremble of the thought that the car that was hit by the train was only 6 feet away from my 9 year old son.  He was even closer to it before the impact but another little boy quickly pushed them all back and told them to get back.  That day felt like something out of a movie.  I kissed him goodbye for the day and he walked to school.  Within a 2 minute time span I was upstairs brushing my teeth when we hear the train whistle blowing nonstop.  Fear came over me, especially when I heard my husband shouting "why is the train even coming thru with the kids walking to school?"   Most likely a minute went by when cars were backed up on our road.  It was unsettling to think of the worse.  Sirens were going off and emergency vehicles were heading the opposite direction from the direction Michael was going.  My husband walked the opposite direction himself to see what was going on.  I was in my son's room looking out the window when I saw the emergency vehicles now going the direction my son was going.  That was when my knees dropped to the ground and my arms went up to God as I pleaded with God to please don't take my son.  I ran down the steps and flew out the front door.  My neighbor Jean was coming out her door and we both ran down together.  As we came closer to the corner we hear "hi mom" in his squeaky voice and he's waving to us.  Jean and I both hugged and I was so relieved to find out he wasn't involved.  Another adult walked him to us and informed me that Michael was standing about 6 feet from the track and only seconds before that they were only 4 feet.  As they are giving me this information I couldn't help but shout "Thank you Jesus".  Those couple of minutes of not knowing if my son was safe or not was probably one of the worse experiences in my life and I cannot even think of how that mother and father must have felt those days of searching and then finding out the worse for their child.
Times like this is when I can pull myself back and really see how tangible my faith in God is.  That moment that the reality hit that it could be my son, I dropped to my knees and connected right with Him.  I could have probably been out that door 30 seconds sooner but I needed the Lord at that moment.  As soon as I was given the news that my son's life was in danger and he was safe I couldn't help but yell "Thank you Jesus" in front of this stranger.  Please in no way am I boasting about this.  As I explained in my "About Me" description, I've only been walking in faith for 4 years now.  To see myself instinctively go right to God in times like this just teaches me how much God has changed me and how more and more I need Him.

So today, in the quiet, I spend my entire day thinking of the reality around me.  I think about the picture I took last week of my family's stack of Bibles sitting in my dining room.

How sweet it is to know that even though the world is shaking around us, my family has Jesus as our core. As our small town shook two weeks ago with the news of this hideous crime, we also joined together in faith to cry out to our Lord.  It's a true blessing to see God's hands at work in our community and just gives me one more reason to thank Him for His unending love.

The Apple Really Doesn't Fall Far

 

Today was an "off" day for me.  Who am I kidding..everyday is an off day for me.  Those of you who know me very well know that I often say "I don't do normal".  I first off did not go on my morning run because I started doing a new "insane" exercise the past couple of  nights so I'm pretty much walking like I'm 90 years old this week.  So my normal..there I go saying normal.  My usual routine was off track from not getting up before the roosters to go out and run.  My husband spoils me rotten by always taking our dear daughter to school every morning and today he goes and throws a monkey in the wrench or however you say it and had a meeting early this morning and I had to take her.  So I wake the boy up and just told him to put on what he was wearing yesterday so we can hurry and get his sister to school.  We come back and I finally have my cup of coffee.  So he's wide awake and ready to go now.  He eats his breakfast, kisses me and runs out the door.  Then finally about 15 minutes later I realize the boy never changed into his fresh, clean school clothes.  The boy went through all the trouble to make sure I smelled his toothpaste breath and had me sign his homework book but never changed his clothes.  So after debating over it for a little bit I decided to spare him from being picked on or laughed at or who am I kidding...didn't want his teacher to think I just let my kid walk out the door with the same clothes on(even though I did)..don't judge!  So I take his shirt to school, they call him down to the office and he's looking at me like I have two heads.  "What are you doing here?"  I brought you new clothes.  "Why?"  Mikey..look at your clothes.  He just stared at his chest...then it clicked.  "Ohhhhhh".  The boy changes and goes back to school.  I rush to get to work. I come in the office and start telling pastor about my adventurous morning, he laughs and says it's normal for boys.  We laugh some more and I start getting to work.

Here's when it gets better.

I start my morning routine.  About a half an hour goes by and I realize that I never changed my own shirt!!!!  I was wearing the same shirt from Monday.   I was rushing to get my daughter out the door and I just grabbed that shirt and intended to get changed into the new shirt when I came home. Oh dear Lord, I just did the very same thing that the boy did!   I was literally banging my head on my desk when I realized the child did that and here I am doing it!  He learned it from watching me!  

Praise The Lord!

Quiet Time

 I did something very rare today.  I just let the day just go and whatever happened, happened.  At first, I was planning to relax, then I wanted to go outside, then I wanted to clean.  I had looked at the clock around 10:00 AM and didn't look at it again until it was beginning to get dark.  I did run to work for a few minutes to print out one last thing for church tomorrow.  I tend to have that one thing that pops into my head that I still need to do.  When I came home I sat down, lit a candle and just spent my entire day reading my Bible.  It turned into the perfect day.  The way I wish I could spend everyday.  I start my day daily reading the Word but I'm usually looking at the clock and have multiple interruptions with everyone in the house getting their day ready.  

This day was different.  I just read through and just completely absorbed it all in. It's such a wonderful feeling to feel Christ's presence.  It's especially wonderful when you knew what it was like to not feel it.  I went too many years to know what that feeling was like.  So when I have days like today it gives me great peace to just rest in Him.  
I stare into the candle and think about how my life used to be before I used to read the Word, before I received Christ. I didn't have a bad life before I received Christ.  I was blessed with a wonderful family who taught me all about Jesus.  But I made that decision not to read the Bible and go too "deep" into my faith.  I made some bad decisions when I hit adulthood.  Things I wasn't exactly proud of..I definitely wouldn't share with my children.  That all changed when I finally opened my eyes and let Christ set me free.  

Last week, during testimony time during church we were thanking God for those who serve in the children's ministry and I was fighting the Holy Spirit to stand up and give a testimony.  When Pastor announced the last one and it was done and over with, his son Micah was walking away with the microphone and my hand went up flying up in the air....it was too late to turn back now!  I (shaking) was thanking God for what the children's ministry did for me.  When I first started attending my church I never read the Bible, just bits and pieces here and there.  I had started a Sunday School class a week later and for the first time had to find things in the Bible to do my study.  I explained to the congregation how easy it is for us but for those who don't know how to read the Bible it can be pretty hard to figure out.  My then 9 year old daughter, who was already two weeks into the Awana program and Sunday School, had to show me how to use the Bible.  What a wonderful blessing to have my own child teach me how to read God's Word.

Those ladies who took the time to show my child how to the read the Bible did something amazing for my family that day.  A week later, my daughter showed me how to read the Bible and 4 months later I was teaching my husband how to read the Bible. That following September I jumped right into Awana's myself knowing what Christ can do for a family and I too can be part of His work.  My life was forever changed when I opened His word.  The blessings just poured along with it.

I spent this afternoon reflecting and thanking Him over and over again for this wonderful gift called grace that He's given me.  I didn't get outside today or lay around on the couch either.  No cleaning was done but God had me right there where he wanted me.  Quiet. In His word.  In His grace.  In Him.

Colossians 3:1-2
Since, then you have been raised with Christ, set your hearts on things above, where Christ is seated at the right hand of God.  Set your minds above, not on earthly things.
      

Trouble with time

This week was a whirlwind for me.  Between hurrying to pay things on time, getting things done in time or just getting home in time.  I just felt like I was always rushing so I could rush some more.  By the time I get home from work and try to get by household looking somewhat normal I have to start dinner.  Then I realize that I never took the chicken out this morning as I was heading out the door.  How could I forget!!  It's after 5:00 and I have to thaw out the chicken.  That's going to set back even more time.  I feel like my kids eat dinner later and later everyday.  All because of my poor time management.  So here I am thawing chicken legs under hot water with a cat and dog play fighting at my feet.  My kids were out the door as soon as my pocketbook hit the counter top so they can't even get the wild animals out of my kitchen.  After kicking them out I finally get to the last chicken thigh and realize the cat is gnawing on chicken skin picked out the trash.   It wasn't a pretty sight and as I pulled it out of his mouth he sounded like the cat from Pet Cemetery.  So I wash my hands again.  At this point I'm looking at the clock and it's 5:50!  I throw the chicken in the oven as fast as possible.  

Then it's a race to get a load of laundry in because there isn't one clean towel in the house.  Now it's time to get the boy back inside so I can check his homework.  He's not happy with me because I make him come inside.  Feet are stomping and arms are crossing.  Somehow, now I have a punished child.  Now I have to hurry and get the water boiling for the egg noodles as I'm steaming.    I look at the time and it's now an hour later.  I rushed so fast to get this meal complete and it's almost 7:00.  

My daughter sets the table, of course always just 3 spots since my husband doesn't get home until 8:30 at night.  I'm feeling a little sad and thinking how much I miss us having a meal together after work.  As my daughter gets the last of the silverware on the table I see my husband pull up in the driveway.  Both kids yell in excitement "Dad's home"!  Mikey is thrilled that he gets to eat dinner with his dad....all because we ate dinner so late.  I was so worried about us eating this late and here God had the timing perfectly lined up.  We said grace together and especially thanked God for having Mike home with us for dinner.  I was so glad that I didn't just throw something in that would cook fast.  Instead we were able to enjoy a delicious meal together.  We sat at the dinner table for over an hour just talking about our day.  I didn't even care that it was almost 8:30 and dishes had to be washed or kids had to be clean.  We were able to talk about the sermon that we heard in church this past Sunday.  It was the perfect night.  The windows were open and the crickets were chirping. For the first time all day, I didn't care what the clock said.  I was just so thankful for this special little gift of time with my loves.

Proverbs 19:21
Many are the plans in a person’s heart, but it is the Lord’s purpose that prevails.

Crock pots and Clutter

I had pulled out my crock pot yesterday just to give it a good washing since Fall is right around the corner.  Then after doing a little re-arranging I decided to leave it out on my counter since it made a nice decor.  That then inspired me to clean out the drawers and cabinets on my last day off of my little Labor Day vacation.  If you are anything like me then you know that can be an all day excursion and let me tell you they haven't been touched in well over a year and a half  since we moved to the house. 

To make things easier for myself I decided to use the crock pot today so I didn't have to worry about cooking dinner after the demolition began.  So I first started with the two drawers in my bakers rack...the smallest drawers in the house and the ones that have been cleaned out not too long ago.  I usually keep bills, pay stubs and coupons in these drawers so it was really a simple clean out.  I really have no clue why I have to hold onto a gas bill from 2011?  I always feel like I have to hold onto them incase I need my account information because there are probably 100 people with the same name as me living in the same town.   Then on to all the many coupons from last year.  We have to hold on to expired coupons so that we can never use them.  Then I sit there and wonder why I didn't use these coupons and start adding in my head how much I could of saved.  Then I pull out half filled out notebooks.  I realize I have 4 unfinished notebooks sitting here.  Of course this takes me about a half an hour because I have to read everything in it.  I've counted quite a few calories in the past year and have taken down phone numbers of people with no name.   It was time to get rid of the unorganized mess.  I filled up a brown paper bag pretty fast.

Then I turned around and looked at cabinets that made me want to get this exact house.  I had such hope for these cabinets!  

I decided when I moved here that I would no longer be a basket person.  I'd have about 5 different baskets full of everything that could fit into it.  These cabinets became my BIG basket.  From electronics to the little trinkets that you think you need to hold onto because it may go to that thing that you think may be up in the closet in your room.  Then I get pulling out all the school papers.  I think I had every single paper given to me from last year put into this closet.  I was literally pulling out a live calendar.  Back to school night papers, school picture order forms, Christmas Concerts, progress reports, Christmas store letters and lots of completed homework papers.  I cannot believe I held onto all of this.

This is when the guilt started to pop in.  There were times when I said to my son "you really need to tell mommy when you have book orders or school concerts because with my busy work schedule I need to know ahead of time".  How many times did the kids hand me papers and I left it on the table and then tried to rush around to clean up and the paper just got stuffed into the cabinet.  I wonder how many times I lost my temper with them over something that was completely my fault.   This cabinet clean out turned into something even bigger than I thought.  There were lunch calendars probably from every month of the year...I never even looked to see what they were having for lunch this year?  So I eventually got all the papers thrown into the trash but then I sat there and just thought about how I just let this past school year rush before me.  I hurried and checked homework papers, signed papers as they were walking out the door, hoped they had enough lunch money while I was at work.  I just sat there on the hardwood floor feeling like a complete failure.  With that I bowed my head and just went right to the Lord and asked Him for his forgiveness.  After being in prayer for quite awhile I felt a little better.  This gave me a new hope for this school year.  I'm excited to get a new system started with their new school papers so I can juggle my worklife and my homelife all at the same time.  

Meanwhile, my dinner was almost done and I treated my kids to their favorite, cornbread and brownies.  So, in one day I accomplished a few things:  organization, preparation, learned how to throw things away and most important going right to God to clean me out.  So at the end of the day I feel so much better that I was able to serve my family with a great meal and at the same time clean something that needed to be cleaned for a long time and I'm not talking about my cabinets.  The guilt of not putting my children as a top priority this past year is gone.  I'm looking forward to being handed that first school paper and seeing what God has in store for me this year.

A Cup of Joy

Yesterday was one of those days that I wish could happen more often.  It started out with packing up my coffee maker and bringing it with me to Sunday School to share with my friends.  We had a wonderful breakfast together celebrating the ending of our study while we shared what God has done for us this summer.  Those ladies have no clue what they do to my heart.  

When Sunday School was finished I went downstairs to see my mom and dad sitting there in church with my husband.  After giving hugs and kisses I turn around there is my cousin walking up to me to say hello.  It's a true blessing when I get to share my time with both my church family and my family.  Our little boys love each other and I just love every moment of it.  With our busy lives we really don't get to share our lives together but because of God, He's arranging time for those boys to be together.  At the end of the service, my son asks if they can come over.  That very second, my mind flashed to all the dishes on the counter, the bags of groceries still sitting on the kitchen table, I was pretty sure there were pretzel crumbs still on the floor from two nights before.   It was an ending of a very busy week.   Something came over me, normally I would have said "maybe another day" knowing I'd be extremely embarrassed from the mess but instead I said yes.  So here we are an hour later sitting at my dining room table laughing and enjoying each other while drinking our coffee....mom's drinking tea.  The mess was still there and a couple times I just had to shrug off that feeling and remember how much joy it was to just be with them. 

 After my company left, I found myself on the couch with the cat and dog cuddled up together sound asleep.  My husband was on one end of the couch and I on the other end both falling asleep.  I actually took a nap.  Then my son woke me up thrilled that his friend down the street was allowed to come over.  I was so happy for him because it's not very often that his friends come knocking for him.  Of course at that second, I thought about the mess that was in the boy's room.  I shrugged it off and just accepted that the mess was going to be there while he enjoyed his time with his friend.

Later on that evening when his friend went home, we took a walk down the street together.  When coming back I realized that my neighbor called.  I called her back and just right on the spot asked her to join me on my porch...knowing there was a mess still left in the kitchen and dinner was still to be made.  We talked about getting together on our porches all Summer and never did it.  

We sat together drinking our coffee and sharing what God has been doing for us all Summer.  It felt so good to be in the company of a friend.  The two of us had dinner on my porch and we laughed, talked and shed tears that we both tried to hide.  The both of us have so many things in common but there is one thing we really have in common, our love for Jesus and I think we both know that's something really special between us.   I let time and messes separate me from being with her and I can't take the Summer back.   I let the mess go and this was the perfect way to end a perfect day.  

As a new season approaches us and life gets even more busier with school days, I'm going to use yesterday as a great reminder to stop putting things off.  Stop saying no because of a few silly dishes and start saying yes.  The messes will always be there but the moments here on this earth will slip away with time and I won't even even realize how much I've missed out on those blessings.  So in the midst of my busy life I will make it my goal to always have at least two clean cups ready to share my time with whoever God will put in my path.

Let it rain

This morning started out like most mornings.  I woke up at 4:30 AM and did my normal routine of going jogging with my sister's in sweat.  We were two laps away from finishing our 3 miles when it began to drizzle.  It was so refreshing to feel the rain on my face,the wind began to pick up and a cool breeze began to blow.  Just a half an hour prior to that it was so thick and humid that I was almost ready to give up from pure exhaustion. We stuck through it though.  We were able to help each other get through two of our Bible verses that we memorized through the Summer so it was well worth the sweat.  What a relief it was to have that rain fall on us.  We began to run faster just in case it turned out to be a storm.  All three of us were giggling like little girls as we finished.  What a gift it was to feel refreshed after enduring that tough run.  

Rain.  I'm usually not excited for rain.  It's actually something I dread.  It can be such a damper sometimes.  Some people are counting their raindrops in feet in some states right now.  It can put someone's plans to a complete halt and sometimes cause destruction to one's home.   Here I am embracing it, thanking God for this wonderful gift of rain.  By the time we finished our run the rain had stopped.  We huddled together for our prayers and then went home to begin our day. 

The whole ride home I reflected on Lamentations 3:22-23 "The Lord’s lovingkindnesses  indeed never cease, For His compassions never fail.  They are new every morning;  Great is Your faithfulness." (NASB) I know it's such a small thing, it's just rain.  However, it was a great reminder that everyday He has new mercy for me.  My sins are washed clean because of my Savior.  I reflect on how my mind used to think before getting swept up by His Grace and can't help but think how much he loves me.  As I walk up to my house I look at the flower that sits at my back door.  It was glistening bright from the raindrops still dripping as the sun just started to come up.  I take a deep breath and embraced it's beauty right in front of me.  Just one more reason to whisper "Thank You."

How lovely is your dwelling place

There's a special place that I go to every morning.  It's a place that I like to call my sanctuary.  Whether I'm coming back from a morning jog, waking up on a lazy Saturday or  sometimes a rainy, gloomy morning I go to my porch with my Bible, my devotional and my favorite cup of coffee.  It's where I can go for quietness even when my loves are sleeping.  The birds are already up and singing their songs and the day has been untouched by most who are still sleeping.  I open my Bible and let God's Words pour into my heart.  It's a special time that I GET to spend with Him.  Sometimes I get special little gifts like butterflies landing on my table, a birdsong that for a second I thought was a song that I knew and even bunnies coming right up onto my porch that I can almost reach out touch but I don't because I don't want to ruin the moment.  I'll just watch and whisper Thank you. 

This morning I was reading in Psalms and went to my favorite Psalm.  It starts out as "How lovely is your dwelling place," I stop and think how lovely it is to be here in this moment to feel His presence.  I then read on..."Even the sparrow has found a home, and the swallow a nest for herself, where she may have her young, a place near your altar". Then I think of my children who are peacefully sleeping right above me.  They are safe and loved.  They too live a life recognizing His daily grace.  They love to tell me their "Jesus Moments" as this is what we call them.  I love to hear them too.  It just feeds my soul knowing they love Jesus and share it with others.  Then I got to thinking how sometimes I get so frustrated with them.  When they don't live up to my "perfect" standards.  They leave messes.  I'll come home from work and walk onto my sanctuary and I can feel the ugly come out of me.  It's that thing I try to throw off everyday.  I can feel the steam come out when I see their untidiness.  Toys left on the porch...left right on the walkway where someone can trip right over it.  My chairs moved all around, magazines and markers just left on my beautiful table that I left for me to enjoy my Jesus time tomorrow.

Then I stop and think to myself, my dwelling place, that place that I love to live my life...they too are my life and they love to be out there too.  I work a full time job that is fortunately only 10 houses away from my home.  My oldest is almost 13 and she watches her brother for the day while they are home for Summer vacation.  So here I am in my "dwelling place" that place I go to feel God's peace only 12 hours prior and I'm burning up in anger because of their "mess".  Why.  Why do I do this to myself.  Why do I see it as a mess?  Why not see it as a little gift.  I get to see the toys my little boy played with today and wonder what his little mind explored today.

  

Why not look at the "mess" my pre-teen left on the table as a gift.  There is going to be a day that this is all gone.  She will have her own dwelling place where she can have her children grow in love.  Why not look at all this and whisper Thank You.

I read on further.... "Blessed are those whose strength is in you, who have set their hearts on pilgrimage."   I spend my day in pilgrimage.  I want to spend my day going to God.  Leaving behind my "mess" and going straight to God.  This Psalm reminds me that I can do that.  Through Christ, I can look at my mess and my children's mess as a daily gift. I throw off that ugliness that causes steam and instead feel that joy that bubbles until I have no choice but to smile and thank Him for that moment.

Psalm 84

How lovely is your dwelling place, O Lord Almighty! My soul yearns, even faints, my heart and my flesh cry out for the living God.   Even the sparrow has found a home, and the swallow a nest for herself, where she may have her young—a place near your altar.   O Lord Almighty, my King and my God.  Blessed are those who dwell in your house;  they are ever praising you.     Selah.

Blessed are those whose strength is in you, who have set their hearts on pilgrimage.  As they pass through the Valley of Baca,  they make it a place of springs;   the autumn rains also cover it with pools.   They go from strength to strength,  till each appears before God in Zion.

 Hear my prayer, O Lord God Almighty; listen to me, O God of Jacob.  Selah
Look upon our shield,  O God; look with favor on your anointed one.

Better is one day in your courts than a thousand elsewhere; I would rather be a doorkeeper in the house of my God  than dwell in the tents of the wicked.
 For the Lord God is a sun and shield; the Lord bestows favor and honor; no good thing does he withhold from those whose walk is blameless.

 O Lord Almighty, blessed is the man who trusts in you.

Downward facing dog with a cat on my head

So while the boy was outside playing and my social butterfly was out at youth group I thought it would be a perfect opportunity to relax and stretch.  I figured I deserved it.  I turned on OnDemand and put a yoga exercise on.  I grew rather impatient trying to find one that wasn't too "Namaste" or didn't require "humitating".  Wasn't getting off to a good start huh?  So I find one.  I started out with a little prayer and then began.  The first stretch I step right down on a piece of wood sticking out of my carpet.  Jumped up and then performed surgery to get the splinter out.  Ok, I was ok.  I hit rewind back to the start.  So then I get into the downward facing dog position.  He has you doing deep breaths in between.
  That's when all the fun began.  The cat comes bolting into the room and jumps on my head and starts attacking my hair that is hanging down.  I have to get down on my knees real quick to pry him off my head.  Boy was I feeling so at peace!  So while I was reprimanding the bad kitty (who thought I wanted to play more) my dog thinks she has to take over the situation and bark at the cat.  I put the video on pause and then yelled at the dog for barking at the cat.  I put the cat in the dining room so that at least he was two rooms away and the dog can chase him in there.  As I'm holding the little furball I tripped over my hubby's size 13 sneaker which was about a foot away from the other sneaker that as I was trying to gracefully step over as I'm holding the cat in the air trying not to drop him. Kicked the shoe (I'm barefoot by the way) and it hits the dog.  Yelled SNAP DIDDILY! (not sure what that means)  Dropped the cat on top of the dog, the cat is now hissing and making haunted cat sounds.  If my husband and children were around they would not call me blessed!  I was done.  I walked back into the living room to get away from the wild things.   I go back and rewind the video AGAIN.  Get back into the position and got a few stretches in when the cat comes flying into the room and jumps over my back and the dog comes flying in and clips my legs and somehow I wound up on my back.  That was it!  I was 6 minutes into a video that I had started 35 minutes prior. 

I was now sore and nowhere near relaxed.  Of course I turned off the video and sat on the couch and stared off into nowhere for probably 10 minutes. I think I felt my eye twitch!  Looked down and there is the cat rolled into a ball peacefully sleeping on the floor and the dog is on the couch with her eyes blinking shut.  So the whole moral of the story is don't do yoga.  It causes splinters, big hair, back aches, rug burn, a bruised toe, cat scratches, Christian curse words and an eye twitch.  I'm going to take a bubble bath!

Getting off the detour

"A detour will, by definition, eventually lead us back to where we need to be" ~ Carol Lewis, First Place 4 Health National Director

These past couple weeks have been a detour for me as I'm coming off having bronchitis(which was not in the plan).  Four months ago I finally gave in an listened to God about getting up early to go walking with a few sisters in Christ. My dear friend Claire once referred it to "Get up and die".   I hated the walking part but loved the fellowship.  Most nights I'd peak my head out the window and hope to hear raindrops so I didn't have to go.  Time went by and I found it easier to jog...go figure!  So I finally gave in and bought a good pair of running shoes.  I started to fall in love with running.  So I got myself into the routine of running 3 miles on the track and running up and down 16 bleacher steps.  So finally, the scale was going down in numbers.

The funny thing was that for the first time ever I wasn't focusing on the scale.  Matter of fact in the beginning of April, I had just come off doing a 6 week workout of "Insanity" and only lost 5 lbs.  I even asked my husband permission to take his sledge hammer and break the scale.  He was okay with it (he's so used to me).  Then I didn't want to go and break a $30 scale so I didn't do it.  Then the running started.  I was seeing the difference in my clothes so I figured I'd get on and see if there was finally a difference.  You have to tap it and then when you see the 00 you get on.  I tapped it and the 00 never came on.  ARE YOU KIDDING ME?  I looked up at our creator and laughed....He's got quite a sense of humor!  So after trying a new battery I discovered I no longer own a scale.  So I had to start using my Sunday School scale, knowing there was a 5 lb difference from my own.  Was thrilled when I saw I lost 20 lbs!  Then within the next few months I lost another 10.

Okay, no more focusing on the numbers!  My getting up and running has nothing to do with numbers.  It's a special time that I get to share with God and my sister's in sweat.  We usually recite our memory verse each morning, cheer each other on, share our stories.  We then end our time with our hands together thanking God for His strength and power that none of us thought we could do 4 months ago.

So I hit a major detour a few weeks ago.  I started to get a cold that just wouldn't go away.  I went running on a Monday and coughed as I ran.  The next day I played it smart and only walked but decided to speed up and jog and paid the price.  I couldn't even get it up.  Finally, I gave in an went to the doctor to discover bronchitis....what??   I was to the point where if I heard raindrops at night I was sad because I couldn't go out in the morning.  I was so afraid that I'd let my old self take over and not get back on the track.  So I rested for well over a week.  But I used that time of rest to call out to God and asked Him to restore me.  I rested in Him through the whole detour.

Yesterday, I was feeling much better and went out on the track.  I took it slow but was able to do the whole 3 miles.  Today I did the 3 miles and did 9 bleacher sets. Thank you Jesus!

"I am still confident of this:  I will see the goodness of the Lord in the land of the living."

-Psalm 27:13

A good giggle and a touch of God's grace

Sometimes our days can be so hectic and spun out of control with our stacks of to do lists and what we didn't get to do list but all we need is a good giggle and a touch of God's grace to get us motivated again to live this crazy thing called life.  I'm happily married to my middle school sweetheart and blessed with two kids.

So lets just get right to the God's Grace part.  In 2008, I made the best decision in my life to put Jesus Christ first in my life.  I've always loved Jesus, he was always a major factor of my life.  My parents introduced him to me at a very young age and his presence was always known by others when they walked into my parents home because of their humbleness and love towards others.  I like to describe my past relationship with Christ as an uncle/niece relationship.  I went to him for Christmas, Easter or when I really really needed something.  I didn't ever read the Bible unless I wanted to try and scare myself by reading Revelations.  My favorite song growing up was Amazing Grace but I really didn't understand the words.  Not until that last night of October of 2008 when I was not so graceful and stumbled to one of my lowest points and asked Jesus to save me.  Show me a way out.  I found a church down the street and showed up there two days later.  The second song played was "Amazing Grace (my chains are gone)" which I never heard that version before.  That was it.  I fell apart, but it was a good fall apart.  I didn't know who was looking at me or how silly I looked crying like that but I was inviting Jesus to take over my life right at that moment.  My life changed forever that day. 

The best part about getting caught up in God's Grace is that I can still be me.  I can laugh and have fun.  I can still crack jokes (of course not at someone!)  So this blog will most likely have few topics.  What God is doing with my life; whether it's my health, my crazy family, my sister's in Christ or what my cat and dog are doing to drive me absolutely crazy.