We complain and grumble and drag ourselves into the chaos of winter.
Temperatures 15 degrees below zero
…and then there is the windchill factor but don’t go there.
Streets so cold and frozen that the salt won’t melt the ice and
double trailer semi trucks cant move forward once they come to a stop.
Cars wont start because the cold drains the batteries.
A wall of snow so high that you can’t see the buildings on the other side.
Layers of clothes that threaten to suffocate you
but are necessary to stay warm and even for some…to live.
Eventually the sun will come out.
When you stop and look around at the white wondrous landscape, when you look at it and realize that a snowflake is faceted in such a way that is sparkles as much as the most brilliant diamond, you realize that it too is a gift from God.
He is quite the artist. Like every great masterpiece, you don’t notice it’s brilliance until you take a moment to take it in.
What am I thinking!
A running plan! Am I insane! I am SOOOOO not a runner.
Last year during what I call “marathon season” I was envious and impressed by all of the people I knew that ran or walked or participated in a marathon. One of them even videotaped it!
I believe her video inspired me even. So I Googled a plan. From Couch Potato to 5k. Told someone that “Next year I want to run a 5k!” and ……carried the plan around for weeks in my tote. Woo Hoo! Way to go! Yay ME!
So over the weekend, I cleaned off my treadmill. (I have 5 bankers boxes stacked to prove it!) and proceeded to admire my handiwork. Can I clean off a treadmill or WHAT! YEE HA!
Monday, I worked 12 hours…I forgive me.
Today. I came home. Did the Snoopy Dance of Joy because my Netflix video came in and went in my room fully prepared to veg. But THEN…it came over me. The THOUGHTS.
The treadmill is clean.
No one is home.
Its only 3:30
Your comfy clothes are clean.
You OWN tennis shoes.
Wear the socks you wore yesterday…you’re just gonna sweat in ’em anyway.
YOU DONT HAVE TO BE ANYWHERE
YOU DONT HAVE ANYTHING ELSE THAT ABSOLUTELY MUST BE DONE
You know the plan
Well, you know you can Google the plan
Just Do It
So I did it. I DID IT! Workout #1 for a 5k running plan. I DID IT! YAY ME
My legs feel like what I imagine it would be like if I were walking around as a Jell-O cup (sans the plastic cup) rather than a human being. Thank you God for structure!
Seriously. WHAT am I thinking. Can I REALLY do this? Is this simply ONE MORE exercise plan that I will start and not finish because it is for me and not benefiting everyone or ANYONE else?
I feel great! My lungs are on fire, I am shaking all over, and I am wobbly as all get out, but I did it. I feel good about having done it. It was only 20 minutes…well 22 because I insisted on not stopping on a partial mile, but still. A blurp in time. No big.
Please God let me continue this. (As if YOU wouldn’t let me do THIS.) Okay, better prayer…God please help me allow myself to keep doing this. Help me stay out of my way.
I knew a girl
who was a pawn in the game of chess between her divorced parents
who defined herself by the labels that others apply
who saught solace in physical pain because emotional pain hurts too much
who cried alone because she believes tears are a sign of weakness
who was afraid of being a girl because she thinks that they are not strong
who was happy when her parents divorced because she thought the fighting would stop
who is confused because the people who are supposed to love and accept her unconditionally simply don’t seem to know what acceptance and unconditional mean.
who defines her sexuality out of fear but is afraid to admit that.
who seeks attention
who loves her little brothers and keeps herself a slave to her fathers tyranny
so that she can continue to be a part of their life.
who has no idea of the power she possess to control her own life
who wants out of the circle of chaos but feels trapped inside of it
who does not realize that this chaos is temporary
who is seeking a life in Christ but all of THIS keeps flying at her
I know a young woman who does not realize that she is no longer a little girl and that her life and future are hers to determine.
I know a young woman
who is smart
who is beautiful
who is strong
who is loved
who wants to be happy
Who matters to God and I hope that some day she realizes that her value and worth come from Him and that He decided that she was worth the cost of His son.
I know a young woman who is priceless
I know people get sick of me talking about the Adopt a Family program we have at our church, but I cannot help being excited about it.
Just a few days ago I asked our communications team to post the serving opportunity to Host a family on our volunteer page and already, I have local organizations inquiring and signing up. How cool is that?
A God sighting for me today happened when a great lady sent me an email sharing that she is encouraging other people she knows to host a family and she wanted to know if there were any “singles” that were in need. Here is my response to her”
“Thank you so much for being an advocate for the program! I do not know if you noticed a change on the sign up form for hosts that asks if you would be willing to adopt a “grandparent” – I simply have people in need of all family status and as a matter of fact I have one woman who – though she is a grandparent – is not really elderly but her health issues keep her from working and she tries really hard. She asked if she would be able to apply to the program…of course I let her…God seems to take care of everyone who has applied to this program in the past, so why not her? That being said, I feel like your offer to help with any singles is a specific answer to her need. I gave her an application today and you contact me today…coincidence? I think not.”