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Hello Monday…the Return to Normal Life Version

This weekend was all about relaxation and recovery from two weeks of chaos.  We spent a lot of time on the couch, snuggled under blankets with the kittens, watching one movie after another.  Except for Saturday morning!! I woke up at 6 am, dragged the kids out of bed in the misting rain and headed to Lowes Motor Speedway for the 2013 Charlotte Color Run.  I walked the 5K with my friend Dawn, her husband and her girlie.  We started out with pristine white shirts and ended the race covered head to toe in a rainbow of color chalks.  It was awesome!!


Let’s say hello, shall we?

Hello Monday…

Hello mundane

After a crazy week of wedding trip  preparations, followed by a weekend in Georgia, then a family funeral immediately afterwards, I’m aching for time at home with nothing on the calendar.  I cleared away all non-essentials and we will be spending the week here at home doing mundane things like school and housework.  I think it will be a great respite after the chaos of the last few weeks.

Hello cool weather

Dare I say that the warm weather is gone for good?? I love sweaters and scarves and sweatshirts and jeans.  My poor girls though were totally unprepared for the cooler temperatures.  I’ve pulled the fall/winter clothes out of storage and we’re starting to weed through them.  I’m determined to pare down their clothes to a few outfits each this season.  After pulling all the toys from their room, putting their dresser in the closet, and only leaving the bunk bed and a bookcase in their room, their room is still a disaster area more often than not.  I’m determined to figure out how to keep their room at least halfway tidy.  How do you help your kids keep their rooms clean?

Hello family devotions

I’ve wanted to institute a daily time of family devotions for a long time now.  Michael and I have talked about it a few times, but because I tend to take over things and I’m trying to let Michael be the spiritual leader, I haven’t done anything to make devotions happen for us as a family.  This week I read an article that said men desire to lead devotions with their families but need the creativity of their wives to choose something and show them how to implement it, then step back and allow him to take the wheel.  When I asked Michael for his viewpoint on the article, he wholeheartedly agreed and asked me to find something we could use.  So I’m on the hunt this week for a great family devotional that will have us reading the Bible together every night after dinner and discussing our spiritual walks together.  I’m hoping to find something aimed toward my older two that we can then explain in simpler terms to the younger two, rather than choosing something for the younger two that will bore the older two and not really teach them or challenge them in any way.  Do you have devotions as a family at your house?  Do you have a particular book you love to use?

What are you saying hello to this week?


Hit Me with Your Best Shot

ImageWhen you open the door to adventure, you never really know what might come through that open door.  It’s part of what makes it thrilling, the possibilities are endless!  It’s also a bit scary, because really…the possibilities are endless!  What if God calls me to do something way out of my league, completely out of my comfort zone?  Sure I’m good with stretching myself and learning new things, as long as I can do it in baby steps!  But when God steered me toward my latest adventure, I knew this would be no kiddie pool experience – He was taking me straight to the deep end, sink or swim!

My brief time in college was nothing short of disaster.  After going through some of the most challenging times in my life, I came home a complete mess emotionally, spiritually and especially physically, a victim of rape with an eating disorder added in for good measure.  I learned to stuff my feelings with potato chips and chocolate icing and built a wall of Snicker bars and pound cakes around my heart so tall, I was sure I would never, ever be hurt again.  At my lowest point of life, in my worst state, my future husband came into the picture.  Somehow, he saw through the hurt and the pain and the empty candy wrappers and saw who I could be if only someone would take the time to teach me to love and trust again.  And so he did.

Through the years of dating, early marriage and having babies, the emotional and spiritual wounds healed but my weight continued to climb.  Over and over again, I lost then gained the same thirty pounds.  I slowly learned to let go of the binging and take my hurts to the Lord.  But the weight was a sort of safety blanket I held onto, a protection I relied on.  Until the day the Lord revealed that He is my strong tower, my rock and my fortress – anything else is built on shifting sand, including the wall around my heart and the fat around my middle.  I spent the next month wrestling with where my security truly lies and finally, gratefully surrendered my safety to God.  I thought that was the end of it.  And then He threw me a left hook…literally.

My adventure began when I started considering joining the gym across the street from our neighborhood.  I’ve grown to love my body and be content with my weight, but the constant ache in my hips and legs, lack of energy and inability to do so many things I wished I could were starting to get old.  It was time to work out some stress and frustration and get some good exercise at the same time.  Just a few short days later, I found myself not puttering around on a treadmill while I watched television as I had imagined, but in a workout studio with a personal trainer, a bunch of weights and some strange looking equipment that looked more like torture devices than exercise gear.  Through a series of events only God could have coordinated, I was in the deep end of the pool and I was sure I was going to drown here!

Cindy became my lifeguard.  She guided me through the shark infested waters of healthy eating and helped me develop a plan to keep my head above water.  My two workout partners, Michelle and Eileen, arrived and we began our circuit training.  I was surprised to discover it was much easier and more enjoyable than I expected it would be.  Every rep, every set, every circuit completed made me feel stronger and more capable.  I repeated to myself over and over again: “Have I not commanded you? Be strong and courageous.  Do not be afraid; do not be discouraged, for the Lord your God will be with you wherever you go.” (Joshua 1:9)  He was there with me in the deep end of the pool and I didn’t have to be afraid, even if all I knew how to do was doggie paddle.

At the end of our workout, Cindy showed us how to put on handwraps so we could spend a little time boxing.  I watched carefully – as a leftie, everything always feels backwards when I try to do it – and managed to wrap both hands without a do-over.  I walked with Michelle to the punching bag and half-heartedly slugged it.  I felt a spark in my heart.  I hit it again a little harder and the fire was lit.  Out of nowhere, all the hurt and pain and feelings of helplessness bubbled up inside me and threatened to explode.  I began to pummel the bag.  Inside my heart raged and the wall fell.  I wanted to pound the bag, knock it to the ground, jump on top of it and punch it until my arms gave out.  It was a symbol of everything that had been locked up inside me for the past 19 years and I was ready to tear it down.  Outwardly, I continued to beat at the bag and visualize what I really wanted to do to it.  Cindy called me over to punch at the mitts she was wearing as she rotated her arms in different patterns.  I threw the first couple punches and she said, “Woah! I’m gonna take another step back.  You’ve got some power there.”  I continued to punch at the mitts and finished my workout.  On the outside, I was quiet and calm.  On the inside though, I felt like Rocky at the top of the stairs.  I had jumped into the deep end of the pool, learned to swim and claimed my victory.  God would keep me safe.  I just had to keep swimming.

“The Lord is my strength and my defense, he has become my salvation.”  Psalm 118:14

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