Thursday, September 23, 2010
Getting Sick is Restful
In the rat race that we're all in, sometimes getting sick can be a blessing in disguise. I've already had two sick kids this week, which is no fun. But, while caring for my little sickies, I've found the time to be somewhat restful.
It means that my husband has to go in late to work so I can drop off two of our kids while our third is home on the couch. And, it means modified schedules and missed activities. At the same time, it translates into more hugs, more snuggles, and some mommy-daughter time.
Another thing that sickness produces is an altered menu: yummy Popsicles, Gatorade, Saltines, and apple sauce. It also allows us to stay home and think about hearty soups and calming hot teas instead of pizza and chicken nuggets.
In a way, sickness is just a way of reminding us that we all need to slow down a bit and to eat more healthily as well. It also gives us a chance to put on the brakes to spend some quality time together.
Let's read some of their favorite books to them as we rub their foreheads. Don't you just love Winnie the Pooh and The Chronicles of Narnia? If your kids are older, you might pull out that dusty old copy of The Lord of the Rings. Isn't Frodo the bravest Hobbit ever?
Our family is already speeding into the fall, tied up on multiple evenings per week with sports' practices, Boy's and Girl's Scouts, and church activities. So, taking it easy for a week is kind of a treat. I don't wish sickness upon my kids, but I'm trying to have a good attitude while its inevitable grip is upon us.
Soon, everyone will be back to normal, jumping off the walls again. So, I'm gonna enjoy the peace and quiet while it's here and also catch up on my Mt. Olympus sized pile of laundry cluttering my bedroom's tan leather chair.
The couch is looking pretty cozy up in the bonus room, so I might join my daughter in a little bit. And I'll make myself some organic mint tea before I head up that way. My Cooking Light magazine begs to be read as well, so I might just have to postpone the laundry. What's one more day anyways? :)
If you do get a cold or the flu anytime soon, we wish you a quick recovery. Remember to take lots of vitamin C and a good multivitamin as well. And if you don't like swallowing pills, I highly recommend Vitafusion's adult gummy vitamins, which are easy to chew and tasty as well.
I've been chewing two Cs every couple of hours for the past few days; this regimen has really helped because I've fought off a minor head cold in just a few days and am already feeling up to jogging again.
One last "stay healthy" tip: remember to use your hand sanitizers, especially before eating. I keep one in the car, two in my purse, and one on my kitchen counter. Just a dime-sized amount goes a long way and you can even get the moisturizing kind, so that your hands don't get dried out.
Share your thoughts on health and colds. How's your family doing so far? We'd love to hear from you. :)
It means that my husband has to go in late to work so I can drop off two of our kids while our third is home on the couch. And, it means modified schedules and missed activities. At the same time, it translates into more hugs, more snuggles, and some mommy-daughter time.
Another thing that sickness produces is an altered menu: yummy Popsicles, Gatorade, Saltines, and apple sauce. It also allows us to stay home and think about hearty soups and calming hot teas instead of pizza and chicken nuggets.
In a way, sickness is just a way of reminding us that we all need to slow down a bit and to eat more healthily as well. It also gives us a chance to put on the brakes to spend some quality time together.
Let's read some of their favorite books to them as we rub their foreheads. Don't you just love Winnie the Pooh and The Chronicles of Narnia? If your kids are older, you might pull out that dusty old copy of The Lord of the Rings. Isn't Frodo the bravest Hobbit ever?
Our family is already speeding into the fall, tied up on multiple evenings per week with sports' practices, Boy's and Girl's Scouts, and church activities. So, taking it easy for a week is kind of a treat. I don't wish sickness upon my kids, but I'm trying to have a good attitude while its inevitable grip is upon us.
Soon, everyone will be back to normal, jumping off the walls again. So, I'm gonna enjoy the peace and quiet while it's here and also catch up on my Mt. Olympus sized pile of laundry cluttering my bedroom's tan leather chair.
The couch is looking pretty cozy up in the bonus room, so I might join my daughter in a little bit. And I'll make myself some organic mint tea before I head up that way. My Cooking Light magazine begs to be read as well, so I might just have to postpone the laundry. What's one more day anyways? :)
If you do get a cold or the flu anytime soon, we wish you a quick recovery. Remember to take lots of vitamin C and a good multivitamin as well. And if you don't like swallowing pills, I highly recommend Vitafusion's adult gummy vitamins, which are easy to chew and tasty as well.
I've been chewing two Cs every couple of hours for the past few days; this regimen has really helped because I've fought off a minor head cold in just a few days and am already feeling up to jogging again.
One last "stay healthy" tip: remember to use your hand sanitizers, especially before eating. I keep one in the car, two in my purse, and one on my kitchen counter. Just a dime-sized amount goes a long way and you can even get the moisturizing kind, so that your hands don't get dried out.
Share your thoughts on health and colds. How's your family doing so far? We'd love to hear from you. :)
Labels: colds, family, health, sickness
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
Just Go For It (Modified from May 2009)!
"Just go for it" is my new motto. Why not? Life is short, so there's no reason to hold back from your dreams, passions, and your god-given talents. If you were to die tomorrow, wouldn't you want to know that you gave this life your best shot in every area?
In psychological terms, one observes a response mechanism called "fight or flight." If you are faced with a threatening situation, you either stay there and fight or you put on your track shoes and flee the scene. I occasionally experience this with surfing.
Awhile back, when a huge set of waves surged in, I had two choices: to fight and catch one of the big gnarly looking waves or to duck-dive under it at its calm point, escaping the thunderous crash.
Since my surfing skills are sub-par, when I'm faced with a large set, I usually go for the flight option. The reason I decide to chicken out is because I realize I'm gonna get hurt if I try to take on a set that's more awesome than my skill-set (which happens a lot).
In life though, you sometimes have to fight! We frequently shy away from certain situations because avoiding imminent danger seems like a rational choice. But, what if by fleeing the scene all the time you are actually suppressing a big part of who you are?
You can't always be an observer. Sometimes you just have to charge it, even when the outcome means possible failure or even physical or emotional pain. For those glorious waves that I do catch, the adrenaline gets pumping and I feel empowered and alive.
Maybe you’ve always wanted to start a band. But, you're too old, right? You’re too busy deciding between tuna casserole and Hamburger Helper to pursue that pipe dream, huh? I think it’s time to call the babysitter so you can head out to the karaoke bar. If not now, then when?
What about that beautiful butterfly tattoo you've been contemplating for the last decade? Why haven't you done it? There won't ever be a better time than the present and the longer you wait, the more rolls you’re gonna have to deal with. Remember that your life is just a blink.
Don’t end up at the nursing home wishing you could tell your grand-kids how cool bungy-jumping was back in the day. Take your loved one on a hot air balloon ride. Dance your heart out at that upcoming wedding or holiday party. Sign up for that karate class or those scuba diving lessons. If you don’t go online to sign up today, you probably won’t ever do it.
If you have a significant other, be thankful that you do. You should kiss him like you really mean it. Don't let him guess how you feel about him, as if you’re unsure. What if tonight was your last kiss? Don’t settle for a little peck on the cheek. Go for it!
Truth be told, as a parent of three young kids, sometimes my most exciting decision of the week is which pizza place to call for take-out. Occasionally, it's which movie to rent from Redbox.
Many of us feel like we went from teenagers to thirty-somethings over night. We’re in shock about the wrinkles and the achy joints. But, here’s my challenge to you: Do one thing for yourself today that celebrates your passion!
Before you go to bed tonight, start a blog. Submit that book idea to your editorial contact. Order something fancy on the menu instead of a bean and cheese burrito. Rent that motorcycle for the weekend. Book that flight to Italy that you’ve been postponing for the past decade. “Just go for it,” while you still can!
In psychological terms, one observes a response mechanism called "fight or flight." If you are faced with a threatening situation, you either stay there and fight or you put on your track shoes and flee the scene. I occasionally experience this with surfing.
Awhile back, when a huge set of waves surged in, I had two choices: to fight and catch one of the big gnarly looking waves or to duck-dive under it at its calm point, escaping the thunderous crash.
Since my surfing skills are sub-par, when I'm faced with a large set, I usually go for the flight option. The reason I decide to chicken out is because I realize I'm gonna get hurt if I try to take on a set that's more awesome than my skill-set (which happens a lot).
In life though, you sometimes have to fight! We frequently shy away from certain situations because avoiding imminent danger seems like a rational choice. But, what if by fleeing the scene all the time you are actually suppressing a big part of who you are?
You can't always be an observer. Sometimes you just have to charge it, even when the outcome means possible failure or even physical or emotional pain. For those glorious waves that I do catch, the adrenaline gets pumping and I feel empowered and alive.
Maybe you’ve always wanted to start a band. But, you're too old, right? You’re too busy deciding between tuna casserole and Hamburger Helper to pursue that pipe dream, huh? I think it’s time to call the babysitter so you can head out to the karaoke bar. If not now, then when?
What about that beautiful butterfly tattoo you've been contemplating for the last decade? Why haven't you done it? There won't ever be a better time than the present and the longer you wait, the more rolls you’re gonna have to deal with. Remember that your life is just a blink.
Don’t end up at the nursing home wishing you could tell your grand-kids how cool bungy-jumping was back in the day. Take your loved one on a hot air balloon ride. Dance your heart out at that upcoming wedding or holiday party. Sign up for that karate class or those scuba diving lessons. If you don’t go online to sign up today, you probably won’t ever do it.
If you have a significant other, be thankful that you do. You should kiss him like you really mean it. Don't let him guess how you feel about him, as if you’re unsure. What if tonight was your last kiss? Don’t settle for a little peck on the cheek. Go for it!
Truth be told, as a parent of three young kids, sometimes my most exciting decision of the week is which pizza place to call for take-out. Occasionally, it's which movie to rent from Redbox.
Many of us feel like we went from teenagers to thirty-somethings over night. We’re in shock about the wrinkles and the achy joints. But, here’s my challenge to you: Do one thing for yourself today that celebrates your passion!
Before you go to bed tonight, start a blog. Submit that book idea to your editorial contact. Order something fancy on the menu instead of a bean and cheese burrito. Rent that motorcycle for the weekend. Book that flight to Italy that you’ve been postponing for the past decade. “Just go for it,” while you still can!
Labels: family, life, parents, passion
Saturday, September 18, 2010
Is God into Texting?
What if God was into texting? I mean, can you imagine how practical that would be? "God, need more money please." "God, please help w/ pkng space." "God, cool sky today, ttyl."
I send out thousands of texts per month, if you can believe it. But, if you're an avid texter, then "u r not surprised." As I was just texting my twin sister to discuss our evening plans, I pondered to myself, "What if I could just text God a message?"
Sometimes, we love to text because we feel like it's so quick and easy. It's not that I don't love to talk to my family and friends, but I absolutely love the convenience of texting over phone calls for certain things. Like, "What time are you coming over?" Or something like, "Oops, did I leave my sunglasses at your house?"
In fact, I feel more connected at times with my texting community of friends because I'm able to share a new blog post or a picture of my kids via texting throughout the day. This type of communication actually feels incredibly personal because my texting network is so accessible. Plus, I feel like we keep each other posted about the smaller details of life.
I love how I can shoot off a quick message to ten people within five seconds all while walking to the front door with my three kids and my red coffee mug in hand. Instantly, my husband can see exactly what they look like with ice cream on their faces after school from Baskin Robbins. :)
It's great how my friends and I can have an entire conversation in a matter of minutes about whatever...via text and how it makes me feel like they actually care that I just realized my youngest daughter was wearing her brother's underwear. Or, I can find out that my friend is stopping by later to drop off some homemade enchiladas.
It's so neat that I can get a picture of my IL college room-mate and her family from their vacation to the Sequoias within seconds. In a way, it's like I'm there with them experiencing the great outdoors; I can almost smell the fresh pine needles. And then, I can leave the pic on my phone to glance at whenever I think of this friend, or I can use it as my phone's wallpaper for a few days. :)
Some people loathe texting because it seems so impersonal. I totally understand that perspective too. There are moments when a text will not suffice. At times, it does become necessary or just more enjoyable to actually dial the phone for a real life conversation. And sometimes, even a phone call won't do, and you just need to hook up for a coffee date to chat in person. But, you can text about the who, what, when, where, and why. :)
If you are an anti-texter, you shouldn't write off texting as superficial though. For example, texting someone to tell them that they want to end their friendship with you seems shallow and cruel. However, texting a quick picture of a pretty sunset or a reminder note seems incredibly appropriate.
If you open yourself up to it, you might see that texting is actually a valuable form of communication. In fact, when I ask myself about God's view on texting, I think He'd say that it's totally acceptable if kept in balance like most things in life.
For example, one glass of wine is good and even healthy; four glasses is totally overboard. It's the same thing with texting. And I definitely have to keep myself in check on that. It's tempting to pull out my phone and start texting at the park instead of pushing my daughter on the swing. So, obviously I have to limit my screen time so I can spend quality time with my family as my first priority.
God might make a few criticisms about texting, such as "Don't text and drive" or "You should text ME more often." But, I think all in all, He'd definitely approve. It's even cool how Christian radio stations will text you their "verse of the day." How could God disapprove of that?
Hold on, I just got two new texts. So, I'm gonna go and check those out. In the interim though, share some of your thoughts on texting. What do you think? Does the "Big Guy in the sky" approve? We'd love to hear from you. :)
I send out thousands of texts per month, if you can believe it. But, if you're an avid texter, then "u r not surprised." As I was just texting my twin sister to discuss our evening plans, I pondered to myself, "What if I could just text God a message?"
Sometimes, we love to text because we feel like it's so quick and easy. It's not that I don't love to talk to my family and friends, but I absolutely love the convenience of texting over phone calls for certain things. Like, "What time are you coming over?" Or something like, "Oops, did I leave my sunglasses at your house?"
In fact, I feel more connected at times with my texting community of friends because I'm able to share a new blog post or a picture of my kids via texting throughout the day. This type of communication actually feels incredibly personal because my texting network is so accessible. Plus, I feel like we keep each other posted about the smaller details of life.
I love how I can shoot off a quick message to ten people within five seconds all while walking to the front door with my three kids and my red coffee mug in hand. Instantly, my husband can see exactly what they look like with ice cream on their faces after school from Baskin Robbins. :)
It's great how my friends and I can have an entire conversation in a matter of minutes about whatever...via text and how it makes me feel like they actually care that I just realized my youngest daughter was wearing her brother's underwear. Or, I can find out that my friend is stopping by later to drop off some homemade enchiladas.
It's so neat that I can get a picture of my IL college room-mate and her family from their vacation to the Sequoias within seconds. In a way, it's like I'm there with them experiencing the great outdoors; I can almost smell the fresh pine needles. And then, I can leave the pic on my phone to glance at whenever I think of this friend, or I can use it as my phone's wallpaper for a few days. :)
Some people loathe texting because it seems so impersonal. I totally understand that perspective too. There are moments when a text will not suffice. At times, it does become necessary or just more enjoyable to actually dial the phone for a real life conversation. And sometimes, even a phone call won't do, and you just need to hook up for a coffee date to chat in person. But, you can text about the who, what, when, where, and why. :)
If you are an anti-texter, you shouldn't write off texting as superficial though. For example, texting someone to tell them that they want to end their friendship with you seems shallow and cruel. However, texting a quick picture of a pretty sunset or a reminder note seems incredibly appropriate.
If you open yourself up to it, you might see that texting is actually a valuable form of communication. In fact, when I ask myself about God's view on texting, I think He'd say that it's totally acceptable if kept in balance like most things in life.
For example, one glass of wine is good and even healthy; four glasses is totally overboard. It's the same thing with texting. And I definitely have to keep myself in check on that. It's tempting to pull out my phone and start texting at the park instead of pushing my daughter on the swing. So, obviously I have to limit my screen time so I can spend quality time with my family as my first priority.
God might make a few criticisms about texting, such as "Don't text and drive" or "You should text ME more often." But, I think all in all, He'd definitely approve. It's even cool how Christian radio stations will text you their "verse of the day." How could God disapprove of that?
Hold on, I just got two new texts. So, I'm gonna go and check those out. In the interim though, share some of your thoughts on texting. What do you think? Does the "Big Guy in the sky" approve? We'd love to hear from you. :)
Thursday, September 16, 2010
God and Gardening
Some of you know me well and that means you are acquainted with my fruit tree addiction. I enjoy gardening in general but more specifically, I love my fruit trees and vines. Some of you vehemently hate the great outdoors; the dirt, thorns, and sunshine drive you nuts. So, you might zone out and dismiss what lies ahead. But, stick around and you'll see that there's something here for you as well.
For me, gardening is my peaceful place. I love to water my trees, to look for new blossoms, or to discover a new piece of fruit. I can even tell when one of my trees has grown by just one inch. I can see this clearly on my newer avocado tree. The new growth is smooth and light green, as it optimistically shoots up toward the sun. It's so exciting! And I'm a total nerd when it comes to gifts. Guess what I asked for this past Mother's Day? My Pixie tangerine tree, of course. :)
If you see me out watering, you might even catch me talking to one of my trees or laying hands on a struggling tree or grape-vine. I mean, if God cares about what I care about, then I figure He can heal one of my trees or vines as well. Just recently, I finally noticed some growth on one of my fussy grape-vines. He'd been so stubborn, refusing to grow a single leaf after months and months of watering. But, finally...one has popped out to say hello. And I can't wait to plant six more bare root cousins of his over the next few weeks. :)
Yet frequently, as I'm out taking care of my fourteen fruit trees and my plethora of vines, I feel like they're not producing much. Although the trees have tons of leaves, I still wonder if all of my efforts will ever pay off. I ponder, "When will I see some fruit?" But, then I gaze at my navel orange, mandarin-orange, Mexican lime, peach, plum, Delicious apple, green olive, tangerine, cherry, Haas avocado, apricot, pear-apple, and the two lemon trees. I love and know my trees because they are mine.
I breathe in the fragrance of their blossoms and then I feel like it's all worth it. After a couple of years, I see some of my citrus trees full of fruit and it reminds me that I'll see new fruit on the others as well...in due time. I think back to the one apple that my son and I enjoyed earlier this season. It was small, lonely, and picked a little bit too early, but super tasty and rewarding. It was ours...the one that we'd worked so hard to harvest.
As I think about each one of my trees and vines, I just have to picture my garden and think through where each one stands. Then, I can remember what each one looks like. I can visualize which one has yellowing leaves and needs less or more water than another. I can recall the joy I had this past week as my pear-apple finally evidenced some early fall blossoms. The fruit is FINALLY on its way after twenty months of chill-hours (I've prayed over this specific tree numerous times). YEAH!!!
Earlier today, when I dropped off all three of my kids at school, I felt a sense of relief, but it wasn't joyful, like the pear-apple. I felt more like my cherry tree that starts to look like it's gonna produce hundreds of cherries but then fizzles out and says, "No, I need more chill hours, ha-ha! The joke's on you." :(
This morning was chaotic, so I felt ecstatic to have some time to myself, to think, to text a few people...a few minutes just to pray and to shed a few tired tears. Some weeks are overwhelming. You know that your job as a mom is worth all of the effort, but if you're honest, you wonder when you're gonna see the fruit in your own kids' lives. Frequently, it's hard to focus on the hugs and kisses amidst the whining, arguing, demanding... the messes, and the meltdowns.
After drop-off, I took a few deep breaths, shared some honest thoughts with God about who I wish I was but am not...about some dreams that never seem to go anywhere...about the frustrated feelings I've had about my kids lately. Even now, I sigh as I think through how hard marriage can be... how it requires so much effort to have a vibrant one, to have one that promises to hit a GOLDEN anniversary someday. Because I want our relationship to be better than just ok or good. :)
And I've thought about how God cares about me and my family so much more than I care about my mini-grove of fruit trees. He wants to water us, to prune us, and to bear fruit in our lives as well. He created us with specific needs and passions. Some of us need more sunshine or water than others. Some of us are more emotional and take longer to blossom and to bear fruit. But, guess what? We serve a patient and loving Heavenly Father. He cares! And He knows...everything about you and me.
When I feel like He doesn't see my needs or my dreams, I just need to look out at my trees and see how He allows them to grow so obediently and so patiently. It reminds me of the work He's doing in my heart and in my husband's and kids' lives as well. Thankfully, trees don't question God asking, "But why me, God? Why not sooner?" They just grow their roots deeper during a drought. They drink in the water and sunshine when the resources are available. They drop their leaves during the right season as well.
The thing that's hard about trusting God to keep His end of the bargain is to believe that He's shaping us during those long months when we can't see any fruit at all. With my trees and vines, it sometimes feels like I'm investing in them for nothing, like they're conspiring against me. So many of them are just weak sticks staring up at me... snickering... laughing. Others are more advanced... with vibrant green leaves but no fruit for months or even years, depending on the type of tree.
But, below the surface, the roots dig deep beneath the earth. They look for water in dark and unseen places. They prepare the way for the coming fruit. And that's how God works in us as well. He allows certain financial, professional, personal, and emotional struggles into our lives so that our roots grow deeper as well. He's asking you and me, "Will you trust me even when you can't see the fruit... even when there's no rain or sunshine for a long time?"
My answer is usually this: "Yes God, I'll trust you, but I'm not gonna be happy about it." I generally possess a less than totally joyful attitude about the obedience I know I must comply with. I complain to God each time I don't get my way or when God doesn't answer my prayers according to my time-line.
Can you imagine my fruit trees answering back to me with such cynicism? "Yes, we'll promise to grow, crazy lady that talks to us, but we won't be happy about it." As if my vines would retort, "Sure, we'll bear fruit, but we'll be grumpy during all the long hot months before that happens."
So, here's what God wants. He desires us to see ourselves like my fruit trees and vines. He doesn't want us to whine or gripe, though He is patient to listen when we are sad. Our loving Father wants us to do what we were created to do: to worship Him no matter what else is going on. He wishes for us to allow Him to water us with His Word and His Spirit so that we can grow spiritually.
God desires us to dig our roots down deep, especially during hard times...to find the water that truly quenches our souls. He longs for us to wait for His appointed time for the fruit that He promises. He wants to remind us that He won't give up on us...that He's not done with us yet. Philippians 1:6 says, "...being confident of this, that he who began a good work in you will carry it on to completion until the day of Christ Jesus."
John 15:5 says, "I am the vine; you are the branches. If a woman remains in me and I in her, she will bear much fruit; apart from me you can do NOTHING." So, remember this: you have to set aside some time to be in God's presence. You can do that in the car, while you shower, during your workout at the gym, or even while you're using the bathroom (that's where I keep my devotional book...just keeping it real). :)
It doesn't matter where you sit or stand while you pray and read His Word. Your prayers don't have to be fancy or long. You don't have to read the Bible for hours at a time; try starting with five minutes a day. You can whisper, scream, or simply pray silently in your head. As it happens, I love to spend time with the Lord while I'm outside caring for my trees and vines. It reminds me of how He takes care of me, even when I'm impatient, irritable, and dubious.
God is the Master Gardener, so remember to rest in His care! I'll try to do the same. Share some of your favorite gardening stories or some thoughts about what God's been doing in your life. We'd love to hear from you. :)
For me, gardening is my peaceful place. I love to water my trees, to look for new blossoms, or to discover a new piece of fruit. I can even tell when one of my trees has grown by just one inch. I can see this clearly on my newer avocado tree. The new growth is smooth and light green, as it optimistically shoots up toward the sun. It's so exciting! And I'm a total nerd when it comes to gifts. Guess what I asked for this past Mother's Day? My Pixie tangerine tree, of course. :)
If you see me out watering, you might even catch me talking to one of my trees or laying hands on a struggling tree or grape-vine. I mean, if God cares about what I care about, then I figure He can heal one of my trees or vines as well. Just recently, I finally noticed some growth on one of my fussy grape-vines. He'd been so stubborn, refusing to grow a single leaf after months and months of watering. But, finally...one has popped out to say hello. And I can't wait to plant six more bare root cousins of his over the next few weeks. :)
Yet frequently, as I'm out taking care of my fourteen fruit trees and my plethora of vines, I feel like they're not producing much. Although the trees have tons of leaves, I still wonder if all of my efforts will ever pay off. I ponder, "When will I see some fruit?" But, then I gaze at my navel orange, mandarin-orange, Mexican lime, peach, plum, Delicious apple, green olive, tangerine, cherry, Haas avocado, apricot, pear-apple, and the two lemon trees. I love and know my trees because they are mine.
I breathe in the fragrance of their blossoms and then I feel like it's all worth it. After a couple of years, I see some of my citrus trees full of fruit and it reminds me that I'll see new fruit on the others as well...in due time. I think back to the one apple that my son and I enjoyed earlier this season. It was small, lonely, and picked a little bit too early, but super tasty and rewarding. It was ours...the one that we'd worked so hard to harvest.
As I think about each one of my trees and vines, I just have to picture my garden and think through where each one stands. Then, I can remember what each one looks like. I can visualize which one has yellowing leaves and needs less or more water than another. I can recall the joy I had this past week as my pear-apple finally evidenced some early fall blossoms. The fruit is FINALLY on its way after twenty months of chill-hours (I've prayed over this specific tree numerous times). YEAH!!!
Earlier today, when I dropped off all three of my kids at school, I felt a sense of relief, but it wasn't joyful, like the pear-apple. I felt more like my cherry tree that starts to look like it's gonna produce hundreds of cherries but then fizzles out and says, "No, I need more chill hours, ha-ha! The joke's on you." :(
This morning was chaotic, so I felt ecstatic to have some time to myself, to think, to text a few people...a few minutes just to pray and to shed a few tired tears. Some weeks are overwhelming. You know that your job as a mom is worth all of the effort, but if you're honest, you wonder when you're gonna see the fruit in your own kids' lives. Frequently, it's hard to focus on the hugs and kisses amidst the whining, arguing, demanding... the messes, and the meltdowns.
After drop-off, I took a few deep breaths, shared some honest thoughts with God about who I wish I was but am not...about some dreams that never seem to go anywhere...about the frustrated feelings I've had about my kids lately. Even now, I sigh as I think through how hard marriage can be... how it requires so much effort to have a vibrant one, to have one that promises to hit a GOLDEN anniversary someday. Because I want our relationship to be better than just ok or good. :)
And I've thought about how God cares about me and my family so much more than I care about my mini-grove of fruit trees. He wants to water us, to prune us, and to bear fruit in our lives as well. He created us with specific needs and passions. Some of us need more sunshine or water than others. Some of us are more emotional and take longer to blossom and to bear fruit. But, guess what? We serve a patient and loving Heavenly Father. He cares! And He knows...everything about you and me.
When I feel like He doesn't see my needs or my dreams, I just need to look out at my trees and see how He allows them to grow so obediently and so patiently. It reminds me of the work He's doing in my heart and in my husband's and kids' lives as well. Thankfully, trees don't question God asking, "But why me, God? Why not sooner?" They just grow their roots deeper during a drought. They drink in the water and sunshine when the resources are available. They drop their leaves during the right season as well.
The thing that's hard about trusting God to keep His end of the bargain is to believe that He's shaping us during those long months when we can't see any fruit at all. With my trees and vines, it sometimes feels like I'm investing in them for nothing, like they're conspiring against me. So many of them are just weak sticks staring up at me... snickering... laughing. Others are more advanced... with vibrant green leaves but no fruit for months or even years, depending on the type of tree.
But, below the surface, the roots dig deep beneath the earth. They look for water in dark and unseen places. They prepare the way for the coming fruit. And that's how God works in us as well. He allows certain financial, professional, personal, and emotional struggles into our lives so that our roots grow deeper as well. He's asking you and me, "Will you trust me even when you can't see the fruit... even when there's no rain or sunshine for a long time?"
My answer is usually this: "Yes God, I'll trust you, but I'm not gonna be happy about it." I generally possess a less than totally joyful attitude about the obedience I know I must comply with. I complain to God each time I don't get my way or when God doesn't answer my prayers according to my time-line.
Can you imagine my fruit trees answering back to me with such cynicism? "Yes, we'll promise to grow, crazy lady that talks to us, but we won't be happy about it." As if my vines would retort, "Sure, we'll bear fruit, but we'll be grumpy during all the long hot months before that happens."
So, here's what God wants. He desires us to see ourselves like my fruit trees and vines. He doesn't want us to whine or gripe, though He is patient to listen when we are sad. Our loving Father wants us to do what we were created to do: to worship Him no matter what else is going on. He wishes for us to allow Him to water us with His Word and His Spirit so that we can grow spiritually.
God desires us to dig our roots down deep, especially during hard times...to find the water that truly quenches our souls. He longs for us to wait for His appointed time for the fruit that He promises. He wants to remind us that He won't give up on us...that He's not done with us yet. Philippians 1:6 says, "...being confident of this, that he who began a good work in you will carry it on to completion until the day of Christ Jesus."
John 15:5 says, "I am the vine; you are the branches. If a woman remains in me and I in her, she will bear much fruit; apart from me you can do NOTHING." So, remember this: you have to set aside some time to be in God's presence. You can do that in the car, while you shower, during your workout at the gym, or even while you're using the bathroom (that's where I keep my devotional book...just keeping it real). :)
It doesn't matter where you sit or stand while you pray and read His Word. Your prayers don't have to be fancy or long. You don't have to read the Bible for hours at a time; try starting with five minutes a day. You can whisper, scream, or simply pray silently in your head. As it happens, I love to spend time with the Lord while I'm outside caring for my trees and vines. It reminds me of how He takes care of me, even when I'm impatient, irritable, and dubious.
God is the Master Gardener, so remember to rest in His care! I'll try to do the same. Share some of your favorite gardening stories or some thoughts about what God's been doing in your life. We'd love to hear from you. :)
Labels: Christianity, faith, gardening, God
Friday, September 10, 2010
Blessed Boredom
Sometimes, I pine for a more exciting life. Do you know what I mean when I say that life just seems boring? It's not that I get much time to simply sit around like a vegetable, especially now that the kids are back in school.
I should just paint my van yellow because then I'd feel more like an actual taxi cab driver. Honestly, I feel like the clock sprints from 6:45 A.M. to 11:30 P.M. while I shut my eyes, wondering what the day actually consisted of. Nothing brilliant or exceptional comes to mind.
Cheese stix and Gogurts for breakfast might top the list as interesting, but that would be a pretty boring list. My youngest daughter and I did meander off for an exciting breakfast at the donut store after dropping off her older siblings at school.
It was fairly predictable, except for my puzzlement as I contemplated how my daughter could possibly stuff that much frosting up her nose while consuming so little of the actual donut. Chocolate of course...but amazingly her light green dress stayed clean.
We enjoyed the preschool orientation today and saw some old faces...and a few new ones, including some of the cutest newborns who decided to pop out during the summertime.
My daughter's matriculation to the big-kid playground was a tremendous achievement, as was her discovery of a black widow spider on the edge of the yellow slide where she and her friends were playing. My detective daughter saved the day! I of course summoned help from a nearby teacher and fled the scene like a total wimp.
After conferencing with a few teachers after big-kid pick-up, we finally made it to my son's eye doctor to retrieve his new glasses. At first the blue frames were nowhere to be found, even though we'd received our pick-up call three days earlier.
We waited patiently, as I read a totally strange book titled "Noel" to my kids for about ten minutes. If you've read it, you might associate it as a classic, but I found it to be rather eerie, with references to people as things and the "happiness" that the ornament possessed as if it in fact was a person.
Then, we found ourselves back in the donut store because it's Friday after all and you can never have too many donuts, right? While the kids scarfed down their donuts, my middle child realized she'd forgotten her new Santa toy at the eye doctor so off we strolled back in that direction.
Thank goodness Mr. Claus had wedged himself safely between a chair and the wall; his red jacket was unmistakable. Now, as I type, I can hear the Frosty the Snowman chorus, as my three kids sit watching a Christmas video in September. Strange, right?
And what comes to mind is that none of this day has been particularly eventful, just busy... filled with lots of menial tasks. As I've thought about how the day has not amounted to much, as far as most onlookers would conclude... I'm thinking that it's actually an ok thing.
I mean, having a somewhat uneventful day is a blessing, really. It depends on how you look at it, of course. But, it's better than one of my kids having broken a limb. Or someone getting stung by a bee. Or someone getting the stomach flu or hives or strep throat.
Amazingly, no-one even scraped a knee today. And everyone actually ate their lunch, which bums my dog out cuz she loves bologna sandwiches. But, she got the crust of one kid's sandwich, so even she is pretty content at the moment.
We have a fridge full of food. The weather is mild and comfortable. Our cars are all running. I've got way too much clean laundry to fold at the moment; but, at least we have clean clothes to wear and my littlest doesn't have to borrow her big brother's undies like she did earlier in the week.
I guess what I'm getting at is this: boredom can be a blessing. It's way better than total chaos. And while it might seem less meaningful than winning the Lotto or being at Disneyland, we're all doing pretty well right where we're at. Things could be way worse.
So, if your day has been slightly dull, but free of catastrophe like mine, then you should count yourself lucky and stop complaining. Let's enjoy the trivial stuff more often. Let's take time to feel thankful for life's mediocre moments.
Truth be told, we all know that there are plenty of crazy ones just lurking around the corner. Sometimes, we long for something more, but really we should just sit back and enjoy the nothingness of the moment that we're in.
Peace out and enjoy your night! I think we're gonna cook some pancakes and stay home for family movie night. How boring, right? I might even squeeze in a jog around the neighborhood, which will negate the caloric intake of Mud Pie ice cream that I intend to eat before bed. Total excitement, right?
BTW, if you're wondering about the holiday references, in my opinion, it's never too early to start thinking about Christmas. I love it more than dark chocolate and even Starbucks coffe; as such, I generally start playing Christmas music in July, which drives my husband insane.
In closing, God bless and remember to enjoy your kids while they're still living at home! Be glad that you have some boring moments to share together as a family. And please share some of your boring blessings; we'd love to hear from you. :)
I should just paint my van yellow because then I'd feel more like an actual taxi cab driver. Honestly, I feel like the clock sprints from 6:45 A.M. to 11:30 P.M. while I shut my eyes, wondering what the day actually consisted of. Nothing brilliant or exceptional comes to mind.
Cheese stix and Gogurts for breakfast might top the list as interesting, but that would be a pretty boring list. My youngest daughter and I did meander off for an exciting breakfast at the donut store after dropping off her older siblings at school.
It was fairly predictable, except for my puzzlement as I contemplated how my daughter could possibly stuff that much frosting up her nose while consuming so little of the actual donut. Chocolate of course...but amazingly her light green dress stayed clean.
We enjoyed the preschool orientation today and saw some old faces...and a few new ones, including some of the cutest newborns who decided to pop out during the summertime.
My daughter's matriculation to the big-kid playground was a tremendous achievement, as was her discovery of a black widow spider on the edge of the yellow slide where she and her friends were playing. My detective daughter saved the day! I of course summoned help from a nearby teacher and fled the scene like a total wimp.
After conferencing with a few teachers after big-kid pick-up, we finally made it to my son's eye doctor to retrieve his new glasses. At first the blue frames were nowhere to be found, even though we'd received our pick-up call three days earlier.
We waited patiently, as I read a totally strange book titled "Noel" to my kids for about ten minutes. If you've read it, you might associate it as a classic, but I found it to be rather eerie, with references to people as things and the "happiness" that the ornament possessed as if it in fact was a person.
Then, we found ourselves back in the donut store because it's Friday after all and you can never have too many donuts, right? While the kids scarfed down their donuts, my middle child realized she'd forgotten her new Santa toy at the eye doctor so off we strolled back in that direction.
Thank goodness Mr. Claus had wedged himself safely between a chair and the wall; his red jacket was unmistakable. Now, as I type, I can hear the Frosty the Snowman chorus, as my three kids sit watching a Christmas video in September. Strange, right?
And what comes to mind is that none of this day has been particularly eventful, just busy... filled with lots of menial tasks. As I've thought about how the day has not amounted to much, as far as most onlookers would conclude... I'm thinking that it's actually an ok thing.
I mean, having a somewhat uneventful day is a blessing, really. It depends on how you look at it, of course. But, it's better than one of my kids having broken a limb. Or someone getting stung by a bee. Or someone getting the stomach flu or hives or strep throat.
Amazingly, no-one even scraped a knee today. And everyone actually ate their lunch, which bums my dog out cuz she loves bologna sandwiches. But, she got the crust of one kid's sandwich, so even she is pretty content at the moment.
We have a fridge full of food. The weather is mild and comfortable. Our cars are all running. I've got way too much clean laundry to fold at the moment; but, at least we have clean clothes to wear and my littlest doesn't have to borrow her big brother's undies like she did earlier in the week.
I guess what I'm getting at is this: boredom can be a blessing. It's way better than total chaos. And while it might seem less meaningful than winning the Lotto or being at Disneyland, we're all doing pretty well right where we're at. Things could be way worse.
So, if your day has been slightly dull, but free of catastrophe like mine, then you should count yourself lucky and stop complaining. Let's enjoy the trivial stuff more often. Let's take time to feel thankful for life's mediocre moments.
Truth be told, we all know that there are plenty of crazy ones just lurking around the corner. Sometimes, we long for something more, but really we should just sit back and enjoy the nothingness of the moment that we're in.
Peace out and enjoy your night! I think we're gonna cook some pancakes and stay home for family movie night. How boring, right? I might even squeeze in a jog around the neighborhood, which will negate the caloric intake of Mud Pie ice cream that I intend to eat before bed. Total excitement, right?
BTW, if you're wondering about the holiday references, in my opinion, it's never too early to start thinking about Christmas. I love it more than dark chocolate and even Starbucks coffe; as such, I generally start playing Christmas music in July, which drives my husband insane.
In closing, God bless and remember to enjoy your kids while they're still living at home! Be glad that you have some boring moments to share together as a family. And please share some of your boring blessings; we'd love to hear from you. :)
Labels: boredom, kids, parents
Thursday, September 09, 2010
Kissing Animals
Wake up sleepy child.
Kissy-moo, Kissy-moo
Moo, moo, moo...
I hear a cow in your bed.
Kissy-moo, Kissy-moo
Moo, moo, moo...
Do you hear a cow in your bed?
Kissy-moo, Kissy-moo
Moo, moo, moo...
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Wake up sleepy child.
Kissy-baa, Kissy-baa
Baa, baa, baa...
I hear a sheep in your bed.
Kissy-baa, Kissy-baa
Baa, baa, baa...
Do you hear a sheep in your bed?
Kissy-baa, Kissy-baa
Baa, baa, baa...
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Wake up sleepy child.
Kissy-ney, Kissy-ney
Ney, ney, ney...
I hear a horse in your bed.
Kissy-ney, Kissy-ney
Ney, ney, ney...
Do you hear a horse in your bed?
Kissy-ney, Kissy-ney
Ney, ney, ney...
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Wake up sleepy child.
Kissy-meow, Kissy-meow
Meow, meow, meow...
I hear a cat in your bed.
Kissy-meow, Kissy-meow
Meow, meow, meow...
Do you hear a cat in your bed?
Kissy-meow, Kissy-meow
Meow, meow, meow...
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Wake up sleepy child.
Kissy-squeak, Kissy-squeak
Squeak, squeak, squeak...
I hear a mouse in your bed.
Kissy-squeak, Kissy-squeak
Squeak, squeak, squeak...
Do you hear a mouse in your bed?
Kissy-squeak, Kissy-squeak
Squeak, squeak, squeak...
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Wake up sleepy child.
Kissy-ribbit, Kissy-ribbit
Ribbit, ribbit, ribbit...
I hear a frog in your bed.
Kissy-ribbit, Kissy-ribbit
Ribbit, ribbit, ribbit...
Do you hear a frog in your bed?
Kissy-ribbit, Kissy-ribbit
Ribbit, ribbit, ribbit...
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Wake up sleepy child.
Kissy-rar, Kissy-rar
Rar, rar, rar...
I hear a bear in your bed.
Kissy-rar, Kissy-rar
Rar, rar, rar...
Do you hear a bear in your bed?
Kissy-rar, Kissy-rar
Rar, rar, rar...
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Wake up sleepy child.
Kissy-chomp, Kissy-chomp
Chomp, chomp, chomp...
I hear an alligator in your bed.
Kissy-chomp, Kissy-chomp
Chomp, chomp, chomp...
Do you hear an alligator in your bed?
Kissy-chomp, Kissy-chomp
Chomp, chomp, chomp...
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Wake up sleepy child.
Kissy-kiss, Kissy-kiss
Kiss, kiss, kiss...
I hear a mommy in your bed.
Kissy-kiss, Kissy-kiss
Kiss, kiss, kiss...
Do you hear a mommy in your bed?
Kissy-kiss, Kissy-kiss
Kiss, kiss, kiss...
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It's time to wake up my sleepy child.
Kissy-kiss, Kissy-kiss
Kiss, kiss, kiss...
I hear a child waking up.
Kissy-kiss, Kissy-kiss
Kiss, kiss, kiss...
Do you hear a child waking up?
Kissy-kiss, Kissy-kiss
Kiss, kiss, kiss!
Kissy-moo, Kissy-moo
Moo, moo, moo...
I hear a cow in your bed.
Kissy-moo, Kissy-moo
Moo, moo, moo...
Do you hear a cow in your bed?
Kissy-moo, Kissy-moo
Moo, moo, moo...
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Wake up sleepy child.
Kissy-baa, Kissy-baa
Baa, baa, baa...
I hear a sheep in your bed.
Kissy-baa, Kissy-baa
Baa, baa, baa...
Do you hear a sheep in your bed?
Kissy-baa, Kissy-baa
Baa, baa, baa...
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Wake up sleepy child.
Kissy-ney, Kissy-ney
Ney, ney, ney...
I hear a horse in your bed.
Kissy-ney, Kissy-ney
Ney, ney, ney...
Do you hear a horse in your bed?
Kissy-ney, Kissy-ney
Ney, ney, ney...
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Wake up sleepy child.
Kissy-meow, Kissy-meow
Meow, meow, meow...
I hear a cat in your bed.
Kissy-meow, Kissy-meow
Meow, meow, meow...
Do you hear a cat in your bed?
Kissy-meow, Kissy-meow
Meow, meow, meow...
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Wake up sleepy child.
Kissy-squeak, Kissy-squeak
Squeak, squeak, squeak...
I hear a mouse in your bed.
Kissy-squeak, Kissy-squeak
Squeak, squeak, squeak...
Do you hear a mouse in your bed?
Kissy-squeak, Kissy-squeak
Squeak, squeak, squeak...
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Wake up sleepy child.
Kissy-ribbit, Kissy-ribbit
Ribbit, ribbit, ribbit...
I hear a frog in your bed.
Kissy-ribbit, Kissy-ribbit
Ribbit, ribbit, ribbit...
Do you hear a frog in your bed?
Kissy-ribbit, Kissy-ribbit
Ribbit, ribbit, ribbit...
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Wake up sleepy child.
Kissy-rar, Kissy-rar
Rar, rar, rar...
I hear a bear in your bed.
Kissy-rar, Kissy-rar
Rar, rar, rar...
Do you hear a bear in your bed?
Kissy-rar, Kissy-rar
Rar, rar, rar...
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Wake up sleepy child.
Kissy-chomp, Kissy-chomp
Chomp, chomp, chomp...
I hear an alligator in your bed.
Kissy-chomp, Kissy-chomp
Chomp, chomp, chomp...
Do you hear an alligator in your bed?
Kissy-chomp, Kissy-chomp
Chomp, chomp, chomp...
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Wake up sleepy child.
Kissy-kiss, Kissy-kiss
Kiss, kiss, kiss...
I hear a mommy in your bed.
Kissy-kiss, Kissy-kiss
Kiss, kiss, kiss...
Do you hear a mommy in your bed?
Kissy-kiss, Kissy-kiss
Kiss, kiss, kiss...
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It's time to wake up my sleepy child.
Kissy-kiss, Kissy-kiss
Kiss, kiss, kiss...
I hear a child waking up.
Kissy-kiss, Kissy-kiss
Kiss, kiss, kiss...
Do you hear a child waking up?
Kissy-kiss, Kissy-kiss
Kiss, kiss, kiss!
Labels: animals, children's story, kisses
Saturday, September 04, 2010
In the Zone...
While working out at the gym last night, any onlooker would have seen me and said, "She is in the zone." You know when your music is too loud even for a teenager and your gaze is straight forward with the focus of a hunter? You want to stop but you can't because your mind is steady upon the task at hand.
My goal was to run four miles averaging 8 min 30 second miles. I also spent ten minutes on the elliptical machine and ended with ten minutes of heart pumping exercise on the bike. Over all, it was a great workout. My shins were killing due to some nagging shin splints, but I was there to work out and that's what I did.
Any time I start to feel wimpy due to pain or fatigue I just think about Gail Devers and her three Olympic championships amidst her battle with Graves' disease. She could have given up, but she didn't. Most people don't work out as hard as I do and I'm no Gail Devers, that's for sure.
But, I guess when I'm at the gym or out running a course, my goal is to get the most out of that precious time while I've got it. I'm also training for a few specific races coming up in our area. But mostly, I just feel a personal call to do my best while I'm able-bodied to actually work out and run the race ahead of me.
As I run my heart out or cycle like a maniac, I occasionally wonder if I'm living this sold out for my faith in God. Sometimes, it's easy to get so committed to our physical pursuits, such as our economic investments, our health endeavors, or our professional goals, that we fix our eyes on this temporary life rather than upon eternity. Isn't it the truth though?
When we do actually sit down to rest our eyes upon the Lord, we frequently aren't able to slow down. We are so focused on the tasks around us, that we can not be still for spiritual pursuits. But, here's the thing: if we can not rest before the Lord to meditate on His goals for us, then all the other stuff is done in vain.
No matter how much money you earn, no matter how physically fit you are, and no matter how brilliant your credentials make you, if you do not spend daily time in the presence of our Creator, your life's accomplishments are meaningless.
It's not that your efforts won't produce anything; the fact is that they will. But, you won't net eternal fruit from those goals if you don't first lay them in front of the alter before the Lord.
What does this look like? Sitting before the Lord doesn't have to be fancy; in fact it can be very practical. It requires focusing your spiritual lens to see through His eyes. Here's an example. At the start of your day, just pray a quick prayer to set the plethora of tasks ahead of you before God's agenda first.
Say, "God, whatever you have for today, that's what I want to be about." Ask God to use all things for His good. Ask Him to direct your steps so you can be about His eternal plan amidst your daily activities.
Some people would recognize me at the gym as the gal who sweats like a fountain. Others would say, "She's that weird woman who can actually be seen lifting up her hands in praise to God while she's running."
While some would label me as strange, I simply can't pass up that moment to praise God when an awesome worship song comes up on my running mix. Can you ignore the chance to praise the Lord who has given you everything you have, even the eyes you use to read this post?
As you pray throughout the day as well, ask God to guide your steps toward His purposes by giving you ears to hear His call. Ask Him to lead you to that conversation with a co-worker. Ask Him to show you how you can pray for that fellow mom who is going through way too much right now.
Begin to see other people the way He does. Ask Him to give you compassion for that person who always seems grumpy or difficult. You see, when we live for eternity, we actually interpret things differently, as God does.
So, challenge yourself to live out the fruit of His spirit: love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, and self-control (Galatians 5:22)).
Let's get in the zone people... in the zone for the King. Let's fix our eyes upon His agenda, upon His will for our lives, upon His schedule for our day. In the midst of all the things we have to do, let's not forget to take some time out out to set our hearts right before Him.
Then, no matter what you're doing: working out, adjusting your checkbook, packing your kids' lunches, or logging in to your work computer, you'll be investing for eternity. Zone in fellow believers. This life is just a blink. Then, we're off to worship our God for eternity!
My goal was to run four miles averaging 8 min 30 second miles. I also spent ten minutes on the elliptical machine and ended with ten minutes of heart pumping exercise on the bike. Over all, it was a great workout. My shins were killing due to some nagging shin splints, but I was there to work out and that's what I did.
Any time I start to feel wimpy due to pain or fatigue I just think about Gail Devers and her three Olympic championships amidst her battle with Graves' disease. She could have given up, but she didn't. Most people don't work out as hard as I do and I'm no Gail Devers, that's for sure.
But, I guess when I'm at the gym or out running a course, my goal is to get the most out of that precious time while I've got it. I'm also training for a few specific races coming up in our area. But mostly, I just feel a personal call to do my best while I'm able-bodied to actually work out and run the race ahead of me.
As I run my heart out or cycle like a maniac, I occasionally wonder if I'm living this sold out for my faith in God. Sometimes, it's easy to get so committed to our physical pursuits, such as our economic investments, our health endeavors, or our professional goals, that we fix our eyes on this temporary life rather than upon eternity. Isn't it the truth though?
When we do actually sit down to rest our eyes upon the Lord, we frequently aren't able to slow down. We are so focused on the tasks around us, that we can not be still for spiritual pursuits. But, here's the thing: if we can not rest before the Lord to meditate on His goals for us, then all the other stuff is done in vain.
No matter how much money you earn, no matter how physically fit you are, and no matter how brilliant your credentials make you, if you do not spend daily time in the presence of our Creator, your life's accomplishments are meaningless.
It's not that your efforts won't produce anything; the fact is that they will. But, you won't net eternal fruit from those goals if you don't first lay them in front of the alter before the Lord.
What does this look like? Sitting before the Lord doesn't have to be fancy; in fact it can be very practical. It requires focusing your spiritual lens to see through His eyes. Here's an example. At the start of your day, just pray a quick prayer to set the plethora of tasks ahead of you before God's agenda first.
Say, "God, whatever you have for today, that's what I want to be about." Ask God to use all things for His good. Ask Him to direct your steps so you can be about His eternal plan amidst your daily activities.
Some people would recognize me at the gym as the gal who sweats like a fountain. Others would say, "She's that weird woman who can actually be seen lifting up her hands in praise to God while she's running."
While some would label me as strange, I simply can't pass up that moment to praise God when an awesome worship song comes up on my running mix. Can you ignore the chance to praise the Lord who has given you everything you have, even the eyes you use to read this post?
As you pray throughout the day as well, ask God to guide your steps toward His purposes by giving you ears to hear His call. Ask Him to lead you to that conversation with a co-worker. Ask Him to show you how you can pray for that fellow mom who is going through way too much right now.
Begin to see other people the way He does. Ask Him to give you compassion for that person who always seems grumpy or difficult. You see, when we live for eternity, we actually interpret things differently, as God does.
So, challenge yourself to live out the fruit of His spirit: love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, and self-control (Galatians 5:22)).
Let's get in the zone people... in the zone for the King. Let's fix our eyes upon His agenda, upon His will for our lives, upon His schedule for our day. In the midst of all the things we have to do, let's not forget to take some time out out to set our hearts right before Him.
Then, no matter what you're doing: working out, adjusting your checkbook, packing your kids' lunches, or logging in to your work computer, you'll be investing for eternity. Zone in fellow believers. This life is just a blink. Then, we're off to worship our God for eternity!
Labels: athletics, Bible, God, purpose, worship
