tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-50777689324176549262024-03-19T07:01:46.924-05:00Finding MyselfIntentionally discovering who I am from God's point of view, what I love, what I am passionate about, what brings me joy - it's going to be an adventure!Denisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18099180165972158555noreply@blogger.comBlogger37125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5077768932417654926.post-69833626250747754152016-01-24T21:46:00.003-06:002016-01-24T22:07:03.406-06:00Homeschool and Public School and Christian School - Oh My!Tomorrow is an exciting day for our family, not the first of it's kind in our 30 years of parenting. Two of our crew will be returning to our local public schools this morning. We will have three in public school (ps from here on out in this post) and two home schooling (hs for short) and three who have graduated, one from Christian school and two from ps. Whew. <br />
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When it comes to research on educating children I have exhausted myself. I have read books and blogs and articles and statistics. I have spoken to friend who educate their children in ps, hs, and Christian school. I have talked with teachers and administrators. I have talked with my own children. I, along with my husband, have tried to come up with the very best plan for the education of those we are in charge of. We have prayed for wisdom. We have sought God's will in this matter. In the end, we have worn ourselves out trying to figure out the right/best choice. </div>
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At a time when tolerance is a buzzword in our society and we are encouraged to embrace diversity, I have discovered that field of education is one filled with silent judgement. Much of the conservative Christian hs crowd doesn't get how anyone who is conservative and Christian could send their precious children off on the prison bus to the government mind control centers that they believe our public schools to be. They are critical (and rightly so) of Common Core, teaching methods, curriculum content, unbelievable issues such as gender neutral restrooms & locker rooms, and a host of other issues. I too have grave concerns about these issues.</div>
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The Christian ps community often doesn't understand the hs lifestyle, They are concerned about the quality of education that can be provided at home. Some wonder about the wisdom of removing the young people from Christian families from local schools and their influence and witness for Christ leaving a dark gaping hole. This can also be a legitimate issue to ponder. </div>
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So why the need for a blog post about this issue? I'm not an expert, despite all my research. I'm just a mom. I haven't even figured out the right answer. GASP. This is a huge issue for my Type A perfectionist leaning self. How can I make a decision about this if I haven't figure out the BEST answer yet? This struggle could leave me locked in a cycle of indecision and back and forths that would leave me feeling like a failure. Oh wait, it already has. It's time to stop. Stop the research. Stop the worry about what anyone else will think. Stop the "concern" (there's a church word for you) that my decisions will and have ruin my children's lives if I make the wrong ones. It is time to just STOP.</div>
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I believe there is not one right or best answer for every family. I'd go even further, there is not necessarily one right or best answer for each child in a family. In the same way it is important for each couple to determine if both parents will work outside the home or if one will stay home to care for the children, in the same way couples need to wrestle with the subject of birth control and family planning, each Christian family needs to first and foremost seek God and then know themselves and their children and make the best decisions for their family. Then, no matter what school choice they go with, they need to teach their children to love God and love people, to deny themselves and pick up their cross daily and follow Jesus. </div>
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I could write many, many words about why this decision is the best one for our kids and our family and me personally right now. I'm not going to, because it doesn't matter. Those things are the stepping stones on OUR path, and it's different from yours. The bottom line is this: I have watched kids grow up in public school and turn out to be young people who love the Lord and make great choices in their adult lives. I have also seen children be led astray by influences in the public school environment, both by their peers and by philosophies. I have seen Christian school graduates go into adulthood with a strong faith and walk, and those that turned away. I know homeschool graduates who are excelling and those who stun their families by plunging themselves into sin. There is no form of education guaranteed to produce children who live exactly as their parents would expect or hope. It doesn't exit. God commands parents to teach their children about Him. No matter what school my children attend, that command stands. My husband and I are given that responsibility. We dare not shirk it, or pass it off to others. While we can (and do) have those who come alongside and support us in this work of parenting, WE are the ones with the responsibility.</div>
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So as we, for now, have our feet in what feels like different worlds, I remind myself that they are not really so different. The Christian parents I know all want what's best for their children. Every one of them. My goal is to encourage others who may be struggling with making the best decision for their own children. When you arrive at a decision you agree on and have peace from the Lord about, step forth in confidence. You don't need the approval of others. You might make mistakes. In fact, you probably will. It's OK. Listen to God. Listen to your spouse. Listen to your children. Listen to your heart. Be diligent in teaching your kids about the Lord. Live your life. Be filled with joy. This is your adventure! </div>
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Now excuse me as I have to go cry like a kindergarten Mama on the first day of school.</div>
Denisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18099180165972158555noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5077768932417654926.post-77471861822532663202014-08-13T00:19:00.001-05:002014-08-13T00:19:42.042-05:00I've Got the Joy Joy Joy Joy....Why Don't Those Depressed People Just Turn to Jesus?I really want to just go to bed. It's late. Tomorrow is the first day of school for some of my crew. I'm sleepy! As I have seen the many references to Robin Williams today as the world mourns his passing, I have been increasingly feeling a need to address something. I don't want to, so I am arguing with God. I am not a medical doctor nor a psychiatrist, nor am I a pastor or other learned Biblical scholar. My teeny little blog has 12 followers. Yep, 12. My words aren't likely to change the world. They will be difficult, and force me to pull out and look at some stuff I much prefer to keep shoved in the way back of my mental closet. Ann Voskamp wrote a great article which I encourage you to read here: http://www.aholyexperience.com/2014/08/what-the-church-christians-need-to-know-about-suicide-mental-health/ Surely it is not necessary for pitiful little me to add to the words that have been said already. But God. Funny how things are usually more for me than for anyone else. Apparently I must do this before I sleep. So here we are.<br />
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There is a phenomenon I have noticed in the church. Those who suffer with mental disorders/illnesses, clinical depression, as well as addictions are seen as those who need Jesus. If only that had that saving faith, or enough faith, or got serious about their relationship with Jesus and allowed Him to meet their needs, they would be OK. They could stop leaning on the crutch of substances or alcohol. they would turn from their melancholy and be filled with joy, they would no longer have suicidal urges as they would have new life, this is the genuine perception. Well meaning people think they know the answer and are looking for ways to share it. This leads to facebook post, tweets, blogs, and all manner of social media activities that reflect this point of view. <br />
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There is a problem with this assumption. It is simply not true. Do people need Jesus? As a Christian I believe the answer is absolutely YES. Is it possible for Him to miraculously heal the mentally ill or the addict? My answer is absolutely YES. On the other hand, are there people who have a real relationship with God through Jesus Christ, who depend on Him daily, seek to walk in His ways and His truth, and still suffer from debilitating physical illness. My answer is absolutely YES. Now chance the word physical to mental. Again, my answer is absolutely YES.<br />
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If you, or someone you love, have never suffered with a mental illness it is very difficult for you to understand the severity of these diseases/disorders. I am not talking about a period of being sad and "depressed". I am not talking about the emptiness of money and fame leaving one hollow and wanting. I am referring to the serious medical conditions such as Bipolar Disorder, Clinical Depression. and many others. If you have been touched by the indescribable pain of a brain that is not functioning as it was designed to, I don't need to say another word. If you haven't, you need to understand that when you say things like "they just need Jesus" you are adding insult to injury.<br />
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I read an blog post today that insisted that those who commit suicide are ALWAYS making a choice, and a very selfish choice at that. I can see how a person could come to that conclusion. I believe that is often the case. Again, I am not medically trained in any way, and I don't presume to be a theologian. I have read accounts of those with no previous mental illness who encounter circumstances in their lives that they believe leave them without hope who take their own life. That is not the situation I am referring to. I believe wholeheartedly that their are others whose minds do not function properly. A very frustrating component to the mental illness I have witnessed is that SOMETIMES they do. And SOMETIMES they don't. The person that is ill has no control over which SOMETIMES they are experiencing. There are mitigating factors, of course. Do they have access to medical care? Have they been prescribed medication? Can they afford to have the prescription filled? Are they taking the medication, and taking it properly? Even if the answer to every one of these questions is yes it is not a foolproof process. The human brain is so very complex. Medical science has come so far in our lifetimes, but we do not seem to have begun to explore the depths of the brain.<br />
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I want you to know that is is possible to love Jesus, to serve Jesus, to seek to honor and obey Jesus with your life, and at the same time suffer with an illness in your mind that renders you a completely different person from time to time. It is possible to so lose control over your thoughts and your mind that you engage in behavior that you would never consider "in your right mind". Those who suffer this agony are tormented enough without others making them feel that if they only had enough faith they could overcome their medical condition. <br />
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I have not experienced this personally. While I have suffered from what I would call "circumstantial depression" on occasion, I have never felt the full blown clinical depression that incapacitates, that threatens to extinguish all hope, that would lead a person to do that which is in opposition to every self preservation instinct. I don't know how it feels. I have not walked in the shoes of someone with schizophrenia, or personality disorder, or bipolar disorder. I know that I cannot truly understand what it is to deal with this, except from the outside.<br />
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I do know what it looks like from up close, though. My sister suffered, was tormented by, lived in agony much of her adult life, due to what was diagnosed as bipolar disorder. I didn't understand it even as I watched her struggle. She knew Jesus. She trusted Him. Her faith was genuine, and she walked in it to the very best of her ability. She begged Him to take the illness from her. She wept. She pleaded. She was angry and the unfairness of it all. She struggled to get appropriate medical care from a system that is broken and did not serve her well. We would talk for hours about the Bible and what God was doing in her life. At the same time she would literally not sleep for days. Many days. Way. too. many. days. So she would drink, to end the mania. Even though she kind of liked the mania, if the truth be told. Addiction and alcoholism are often hand in hand with bipolar disorder. Sometimes she would drink even when she wasn't manic. The mess of the disorder spun and spun her world into a chaotic mess even while she sought God and His ways to try and put a stop to the madness. Some days she was "herself". Some days she wasn't.<br />
June 21, 2013 was her last day. While I do not believe she intentionally caused her own death, there is no doubt in my mind that in her "right mind" she knew that drinking as much as she did was dangerous, and that possibly mixing drinking with her medications was even more dangerous. Yet she was not in her right mind that week. That day her life here ended. I have no doubt that her absence here means her presence in heaven. Not one doubt. I know her faith was real. Her issue wasn't that she needed Jesus. She needed better healthcare. She needed access to medications that could help manage her medical condition. Without them, she died.<br />
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I do not know Robin Williams. His tragic passing has brought this issue to light, however. I am deeply sorry for the pain his family is going through. I do not know where they stand or where he stood on issues of faith. Mr. Williams shared that he suffered from bipolar disorder and addiction. To those who say his comedy was a "laughing on the outside while empty on the inside" I say do a little research on bipolar. This is a common thing. Do an internet search of famous people with this disorder and I believe you will see similarities. This illness is difficult to manage even with the finest medical care available. <br />
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To be sure, I believe the world needs Jesus. It also need compassion and understanding that being a Christian does not automatically lead to a life free from suffering. For some, that suffering comes at the hand of mental illness. Let us not add to the suffering.<br />
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Goodnight.Denisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18099180165972158555noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5077768932417654926.post-89019179445187451582013-05-17T10:35:00.000-05:002013-05-17T11:59:25.830-05:00Adrenaline, Self-Pity, M&M's,and JesusIt's barely 9:00AM and already this is not my favorite day ever. Seriously, can we go back to yesterday and have a do-over? I know, there are laws of nature or physics or something that prevent it. That's why I'm avoiding moving forward in today by blogging. And eating. About a dozen strawberries, 4 Chips Ahoy cookies, a handful of peanut M&M's and a glass of Wild Cherry Pepsi (from my hidden stash of a 2ltr given to me for Mother's Day by my 16 year old), and I'm beginning to take the edge off. I believe I have an issue with food. It's like that BonJovi song....I'll be there for you....and it always is. But I digress...<br />
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First of all we were supposed to be on a field trip today with our homeschool group. With one kiddo on a fabulous once in an lifetime vacation adventure with her grandparents my other home educated child decided it would be much more fun to hang out with a friend than drive two hours with me, even to a destination she has been begging to visit. I should have held my ground last night. When the question was posed and the initial no due to plans today was handed down I should have remained unmoved by guilt at the tears. I was hot and sweaty and dirty and tired as I tried to finish up my gardening for the day and instead of being the mom I took the easy route and let "fine, if that's what you want" slip out of my mouth. Oh, the regret was almost instantaneous, but it was too late. Now it is morning and instead of being an adult and telling myself it is a good lesson learned (stick with my instincts and do what I think is best instead of giving in to emotions - mine or my children's), I am prone to pout. I can see how easily my flesh was manipulated and my enemy convinced me that I was REJECTED. I have handed over so much power with that one word. I'm quite sick of it.<br />
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The emotional attack (of my enemy or of my own flesh, I do not know) continues today. Thoughts of my friends having a wonderful day and my being left out (which is my own fault) flood my mind, as unwelcome as they are. They try and drag me to discouragement. They whisper that I never have any fun. That I'm just the cook/maid/laundress/teacher/gardener, work work work. I know these are lies. I know it. But when I don't turn to the Lord and put my eyes on Jesus the troubles of today (oh how tiny they are, really) grow and grow until I cannot see anything else. The gnawing tension and discontent is like hunger. Another cookie might help. Or 3. <br />
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The other big issue I'm wrestling with today involves my husband, my self image, and flat out fear. You see, my man loves adrenaline. Some guys play golf, watch football, or garden. Not mine. He loves flying - piloting a plane or riding one of his several motorcycles. He's done the Richard Petty Nascar driving experience thing. It's what he loves. Me? Not so much. Over the years I have learned to enjoy his passions to a degree. I love to go on rides with him on a certain motorcycle. I have flown in the "right seat" on many occasions and tried to relax and enjoy his love of airplanes. I still would rather be sitting by the pool engrossed in a book of theology or a homeschool catalog, or in the kitchen chopping and sauteing or baking up a "masterpiece" on any given day. I do love my husband, though. I want to be a part of the things that bring him pleasure and joy.<br />
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Many times I have tried to explain to God that it was different for me, this matter of choosing to enjoy what my husband enjoys. After all, a woman might be bored to tears watching a baseball game, but I have often been completely terrified at the thought of getting in the plane or on the bike. I gave myself a little bit of a pass. About a year ago my man purchased a small motorcycle "for me" (although I suspect it was possibly more for our teenage sons). He was so cute and excited about the idea of me learning to ride. I played with it one afternoon out in the yard and then tried to ignore it. Eventually I took the step of studying for and obtaining my learner's permit. I did it without telling him because I was a little worried I would chicken out or fail. I should have realized the studying/test taking part would be right up my alley. That was the easy bit.<br />
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Now I am a permit holder, a bike owner, and I have opened a big can of worms for myself. I am not one of those girls who grew up with a dirt bike or ATV. I have no wealth of experience to draw from. I have pulled the kiddos on sleds with my automatic 4-wheeler, and that's about it. Learning how to start and stop and shift and brake and stay balanced and turn is completely overwhelming to me. I feel like it takes 110% of my concentration and even then I might forget and accelerate accidentally. Add into that my poor self image regarding my body - I'm not some cute 100 pound teenager. Yes, I know, what do I expect if stress leads me to eat cookies and M&M's and my idea of fun is not going to the gym. I get that. It remains a very real factor for me that I look ridiculous on the thing, and it isn't a simple matter to just go buy a cool riding jacket for a full busted woman. My head is also larger than my husbands, so now that my teenage son has apparently abused my expensive helmet without permission I cannot simply grab one of the many my husband owns and pop it on my big fat head. I did order some riding boots a couple of years ago, and they saved my skin when we had an accident and I ended up in the road. I'm so thankful for that. But the silly things are made with no zipper or laces. They are the right size, once I get my big feet with the high instep down into them, but that process is so labor intensive it could drive me to drink. I persevere, and struggle into my gear and try to avoid looking in a mirror so I can pretend I look a little like one of those girls my son is fond of posting pictures of on their bikes on his fb page. NOT.<br />
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I head out, all geared up, and am still afraid. I cannot manage to get off of the concrete part of my driveway, much less all the way out to the road. I can spend 30 minutes working on "start" and "stop" - and I mean literally a split second of go followed by an immediate halt. My feet haven't even made it up to the pegs. I am so stinking scared and lacking in confidence. I feel like I am a disappointment and I'm stupid, and my flesh and my enemy get that whole thing cranked up and waves of insecurity wash over me like a flood. I forget to pray. It seems silly that Jesus would be interested in helping me with this insignificant "fun".<br />
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Which leads me right back to 9:00AM, stuffing my face and wanting to go back to bed and give up on this day. So I sit down to write, knowing that often when I am too keyed up to sit and pray and read the Holy Spirit speaks softly to my heart as the words roll off of my fingers as smoothly as my man's tire on the road. Peace starts to come. The M&;M's and cherry Pepsi sit beside me with no tempting power. <br />
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I didn't choose how I was made. If I had, I'm sure I would have been short, thin, adventurous, and FUN. If that were the case, however, I wouldn't be ME. When I was knit together by my Lord, it was with a purpose. He made me wonderful. Unique. With the will to choose.<br />
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So for today, I can determine to stop the pity party over the field trip, and rejoice in the beautiful day and the opportunity to catch up on some work around here. I can count as a blessing the rare moment of solitude for this mother of many. I can remember that it is not my own will and way that my heart longs for, but His. When it comes to be being a Motorcycle Mama, I can heed the advice of a good friend who offered me some perspective. Maybe it's time I took that fear and gave it to the Lord, and determined to just jump in with both feet because my husband really loves this Time to really trust God and cautiously move forward.. I can't see that I would ever willingly ride the R1, or do a wheelie. I am a capable, intelligent woman; however, and surely I can learn to go on a little "toodle" once in a while. I mastered the mower, with those little steering bars instead of a wheel. It took a while, but I did it. I drove 9 hours pulling a travel trailer for a family vacation and that was super scary for me, too. I made it over the Abraham Lincoln Memorial Bridge, down to one lane (outside) due to construction, in the rain. Even if I made it at less than 5 mph, I DID IT. Even if truckers laughed at me pulled over to the side of the road to catch my breath after. I DID IT. I even manged to work up the courage to drive over that silly bridge to come home. Let me always remember that I was able to do it only by turning to His strength and power.<br />
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I know my Lord will help me. When it comes to me being the kind of wife that brings joy to her husband His will is not in question. When it comes to a life focused on Him, and not on my roller coaster emotions and false feelings of inadequacy and rejection, He's all in. I might not walk away from this whole thing without being banged up. Refining is hard. Depending on Jesus, not on the temporary satisfaction of a full tummy, is a pursuit worthy of my energy. If I have to have days like this every single day to drive me back to dealing with that, I will count it as joy. He's not finished with me yet. He's at work in me. I am chosen. I am smart, I am kind. I am important. <br />
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Have an adventure today.<br />
DDenisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18099180165972158555noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5077768932417654926.post-14741531179628493772013-05-04T17:19:00.001-05:002013-05-04T17:19:07.176-05:00A Sandpaper Kind of Day<br />
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There are so many times that while in the midst of life,
times when I am purposefully attempting to serve God, my wicked heart rears its
ugly head and I cringe at how easy it is to sin. I mean seriously, I am doing spiritual
things, working hard for the Lord, making a difference, and BAM my flesh rises
up and to my utter sadness and humiliation shows itself for all to see. It would be so much safer to simply keep to
myself. I could manage to breeze in and
out of Sunday worship service and no one would likely the be wiser. With my
church mask on I could continue with my pet sins, you know the ones, that my
family knows about but I can mostly hide from everyone else safely hidden away.<o:p></o:p></div>
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But God is not content to leave me in alone with my sin. He calls me to not neglect meeting together,
as some people do, but encourage one another, especially now that the day of
his return is drawing near (Hebrews 10:25).
I could operate under the assumption that going to Sunday morning
service fulfills that mandate. However,
it is in the trenches, as I serve alongside and live life with my brothers and
sisters, that real encouragement and real growth occurs. If my sin habits are never exposed, how can
Proverbs 27:17 happen? As iron sharpens
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There are times when I am bumped and the ugly spills
out. When I’m tired, or under pressure,
or overwhelmed, or have a headache, or just plain selfish that ick that the
Holy Spirit is working on with me can become visible. For me, perfectionist Type A, keep all the
plates spinning and balls juggling me, that sin is a tendency to be sharp and
abrasive instead of soft and gentle. I
hurt people. Oh, not on purpose, never
on purpose. Nevertheless, my take charge
motor gets going and I charge on and I say things I later realize are just
plain rude and unkind in tone and/or in content. Sometimes I can see it myself, and sometimes
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Why would I write a post about this? Am I so eager to share my own sin with the
world? No way! I would like nothing more than to pretend it
didn't exist. Refusing to deal with the
hurt I may have caused others or the shame and embarrassment of behaving in
ways that hurt my testimony would be the easy thing to do. Simply avoid anyone
who may have seen my dark side, now there’s a plan my flesh would like! It
doesn’t like to be pruned or refined or sanded.
It feels icky at the time. Really
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I am so thankful that my fellowship, my koinonia, offers me
the opportunity to be sharpened. I am
grateful for sisters who do the hard thing, and speak the truth in love. That is what we are supposed to be about,
dear women. I don’t know what your sin
struggle is, but I know you have one (or like me, many!) Maybe you have a soft and gentle tone and
would absolutely never snap or be short.
If so, thank the Lord for making
you that way, or working through that with you.
Whatever your own temptation may be, when others see it, despite the
extreme discomfort it brings, they can be used as the Holy Spirit refines
you. We must not neglect meeting
together, nor sharpening one another, no speaking the truth in love and
encouraging each other. We must choose
to lavish forgiveness on each other .
Not fakey “it’s OK forgiveness” because we think we have to say it. What a rich treasure we have indeed when we
can walk out our faith and our struggles in front of each other with love and
accountability and forgiveness. When it
comes to sinners, I am the worst. I am
agonized by that knowledge. I am,
however, blessed beyond measure by my Lord and my sisters.<o:p></o:p></div>
Denisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18099180165972158555noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5077768932417654926.post-1308252543416617492013-02-12T17:15:00.000-06:002013-02-12T17:15:52.657-06:00What's The Big Deal About Lent, Anyway?<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">It seems as if the Christmas decorations have just been put away (or not, but that's another post), and the Lenten season is already upon us. Growing up non-practicing Catholic turned forced to church as a teen Catholic turned Christ follower by choice and currently belonging to a Southern Baptist church I really do not know a lot about this special time observed by many Christians in preparation for celebrating the Resurrection. I do know that I have been very concerned about the amount of time and energy our family puts into celebrating Christmas compared to Easter, and I have not really known a good way to rectify it. This year I am determined to change that, not only for myself but for my children. So I've been doing some research.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">It seems that most of my church friends of today look at Lent as a weird Catholic thing. I wondered if there was something I could gain spiritually from it, though. This past December our family celebrated Advent for the first time. We were truly blessed by it, and I believe the time we spent each day with our focus on preparing our hearts was the very best part of our celebration. A dear friend loaned us a copy of a fabulous resource: "Jotham's Journey" by Arnold Ytreeide. This devotion/story is something I cannot say enough good things about. You simply MUST check it out. This is a post about Lent, and so I'm going to restrain myself from going into any more detail about that book, the first of a series of three. You can read about it for yourself here: http://www.jothamsjourney.com/ I really hope you do. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">This author has written another book, "Amon's Adventure A Family Story for Easter" that I cannot wait to dive into. It is designed to be used during the Lenten season in much the same way as the Jotham books are used at Advent. There are twenty-eight chapters or readings that you can decide how and when to use. With 40 days of Lent (that are actually 46 days) you have some flexibility to choose how to fit it in with your family schedule. I know, I totally sound like a commercial. That's OK - I'm not getting paid for it, I really am pumped and excited to start this book. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Backing up a bit, you may still be wondering what Lent is, and why I might want to participate in it. We all have seen the focus on fish sandwiches at all the fast food restaurants on Fridays this time of year, not to mention the fish fry frenzy that happens at the Catholic churches. You may have heard about "giving something up", and laughed as I have what some of the "sacrifices" were. In the beginning pages of "Amon's Adventure" is the best explanation I have come across. Rather than try and rewrite is I am going to share Mr. Ytreeide's excellent thoughts. The credit goes completely to him, with the exception of Scripture quotes.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>Rend your heart and not your garments. Return to the Lord your God, for he is gracious and compassionate, slow to anger and abounding in love .</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Mr. Ytreeide shares: "Rend your heart. If a better definition of Lent exists, I don't know what it could be. The tradition of Lent reaches back to the fourth century A.D. New converts were baptized on Easter Sunday in those days, and Lent was the official time of preparation for that act of faith. So, originally, Lent was intended to lead to baptism.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">For most Christians today, Lent is more a time of spiritual renewal. In many churches the focus is still on penance and repentance - of recognizing our own tendencies to sin - but is can also mean any time of concentrated searching for a deeper relationship with God.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The season of Lent is said to last forty days, though if you look at a calendar it actually spans more than that. And in fact, even today, various traditions count the days differently. In general, though, the forty days of Lent begin on the seventh Wednesday before Easter and run up to Maundy Thursday (the day before Good Friday), without counting any of the Sundays in between. "</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">So, Lent is a time of preparation for Easter, as I understand it in much the same way as Advent is a time of preparation for Christmas. The dates aren't particularly important. Lent is a tradition and not a biblical mandate. But as Mr. Ytreeide states so well, "In a world that makes it difficult to focus on God and seek him with determination, Lent, like Advent, is a natural and obvious time for such a quest."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">With regards to the idea of "giving something up", I personally believe it CAN be useful. For example if I choose to give up 15 minutes of sleep to choose to spend some extra time in the Word or in prayer how can that not move me closer in relationship to Him? If I forsake soda, with the intent to focus on Jesus and his sacrifice each time those pangs of desire hit me, I believe that can be a spiritual growth experience. For myself, whatever I decide to do about sacrifice will be a private matter. I will remind my children that just as we are not to pray "for show", fasting and sacrifice is not for public display. That is my opinion based on Scripture.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Our family will be setting aside special time to read through the "Amon" book. At Advent we lit candles, and I'd like to add that in to our Lenten celebration as well, Instead of a wreath with multiple candles I plan to put a spring pillar candle in a special holder we keep on our coffee table. When Good Friday comes around, we will reflect on our own sin, that which Jesus chose to pay the price for. If I can find a black pillar candle I will replace the spring color with it for that evening. I will leave the holder empty on Saturday, and have a pure white or possibly a gold candle for Resurrection Sunday.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">As I have kept my eyes open on Pinterest for Easter ideas, this blog post caught my eye: http://impressyourkids.org/a-sense-of-the-resurrection/ </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The 10 activities each involve one of the 5 senses and they look like something my children would learn from. This was an interesting blog post about a "sacrifice jar": http://threesidedwheel.wordpress.com/2011/04/06/celebrating-lent-the-bean-jar/ I am sure there are many great ideas out there -p</span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">lease feel free to comment if you have or run across them!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">My goal with this post was not to give an exhaustive commentary on Lent, but to iron out my own thoughts and perhaps motivate someone else to consider spending some intentional time preparing for celebrating the Resurrection. </span>Denisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18099180165972158555noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5077768932417654926.post-85099864717154630782012-08-26T21:44:00.001-05:002012-08-26T21:45:16.761-05:00Sunday Evening StandoutsHere I am, poised at the brink of a new school year, a new week, a new adventure. I was just thinking about all the things from the week that blessed me. It was too long a list for a facebook post, yes even one of mine. I decided I should begin blogging these things every week as an intentional way of being grateful. So here goes:<br />
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1. We enjoyed a wonderful long visit this week from my daughter and grandbaby, with a bit of time with my son-in-law at the end. It is such a joy as a mom to see your adult child walking with the Lord, choosing an excellent spouse, being a wonderful Mama. I love to hear her talk about the ministries God has put on her heart and what she might jump into. I love to see my sweet baby smile for Mimi. I love that my son-in-law is a man of integrity, honor, and faith. I'm excited for some possibilities in their hopefully near future!!<br />
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2. As part of that visit we had our first homeschool field trip of the year. We explored the botanical gardens, had lunch at a famous local landmark, and toured a chocolate factory. Enough said. (Well, some of the kiddos may have expected something a little more Willy Wonka from the tour, but samples made it all OK).<br />
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3. The Lord has called me back to a ministry that is dear to my heart and although my place there is a little vague, it seems to be getting clearer. It is so good to be doing things for His Kingdom. Even if my involvement is minimal, if it blesses other and points people to Jesus it is well worth my time.<br />
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4. I tentatively am considering a new commitment. It is scary. I don't know that I am good enough to do it. But the challenge is a blessing, too.<br />
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5. I have a dear friend who never fails to point me in the right direction, and doesn't hesitate to speak the truth in love. Such a blessing!!!<br />
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6. My husband and two of my teen sons were involved this summer in a drama series based on the Dukes of Hazzard characters, tweaked and adapted. I loved watching them do their thing. My husband got to be a "Lead Worshiper" which stretched him and he did very well. I'm proud of them all. The whole production from writer/director to actors, sets, lights, audio was first class. Kudos to all.<br />
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7. I am loving reading the blogs of my adult daughter's friends from high school and college. These young ladies, all roughly 25-27 have such a passion for the Lord and their families. I am so impressed. I don't know if it was Christian school (be it elementary, high school, or college), or their families, or just something God put within them, but truly these young ladies have much to teach me. What a joy to see those in the next generation whom can be counted on to have wisdom and faith. Beautiful girls, absolutely gloriously beautiful. I truly believe her class in high school was special. They will do big things. Her college friends are wonderful, too. You should totally check out <a href="mailto:ablossominghomestead@blogspot.com">ablossominghomestead@blogspot.com</a>, <a href="http://laundryeveryday.blogspot.com/">http://laundryeveryday.blogspot.com/</a> and <a href="http://liferenovated.org/">http://liferenovated.org/</a>!<br />
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8. In the morning we officially start our homeschool year. Even though I didn't get everything planned to a T, we are ready to go and I am confident we will have a fantastic day. It is a blessing that I have the basic organization done and a good start on the rest, and I love our curriculum choices.<br />
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9. Rain - it was looking so green as we pulled down the driveway this evening! <br />
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10. I tried my hand at both riding a motorcycle all alone and milking a goat - two new things in 7 days. I may not have been great at either, but I tried. Woo Hoo!!! Now there's another new thing coming up I am much more frightened of. That will be a whole other post, however. I know some folks who will be so happy when they find out about it.<br />
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Until next time, enjoy the adventure!!Denisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18099180165972158555noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5077768932417654926.post-77531926626261620642012-08-01T23:01:00.002-05:002012-08-01T23:06:02.914-05:00Chick-Fil-A, Name Calling, and ReasonThere are times when I am truly baffled by controversies that seem to be the proverbial molehills turned into mountains. Perhaps I'm just a simple-minded gal. This whole Chick-Fil-A "controversy" is one of those times.<br />
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As I understand it, Dan Cathy, son of Chick-Fil-A's founder and the current CEO, expressed in response to an interviewer his support for "traditional family values". Specifically, it was brought up that there are those who oppose Chick-Fil-A's support of the traditional family. Cathy's response? "Well, Guilty as charged..."</div>
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We are very much supportive of the family--the biblical definition of the family unit. We are a family owned business, a family-led business, and we are married to our first wives. We give God thanks for that."</div>
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As I further understand the situation, these comments ignited a firestorm of hatred, and the mayors of Boston, Chicago, and San Francisco declared Chick-Fil-A not welcome in their cities. Really? This is completely stunning to me. There are those people, stirred up into an angry mob, who are asking folks to boycott this restaurant and throwing around words like bigot, discrimination, and hate. I simply don't understand.</div>
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I have read no article where Chick-Fil-A discriminated against a customer or employee. I have never been in a CFA restaurant and witness acts of hatred, bigotry, or discrimination. In fact, their customer service has been, in my experience, some of the very best in the industry. I do not see Dan Cathy expressing any "anti" views towards any group. He simply expressed his support for traditional family values. Have we really come to the place in the United States of America that believing in such values makes one a bigot? Guilty of discrimination, hate, and to have your rights to grow your business infringed on? I have no idea if CFA has or had plans to expand into the cities whose mayors spoke for their populations to declare CFA unwelcome, not because they broke a law, but because they expressed a viewpoint. What happened to the Constitutional right to free speech? </div>
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OK, that's all the "big idea" talk. Here's the nitty gritty rubber meets the road for me personally. I am a Bible believing Christ follower. I know in some folk's minds that makes me a right wing nutcase. I believe in traditional family values in that they reflect Biblical values. I am not a perfect person, as such a thing does not exist. I am a sinner whom God chose to redeem. My sin is probably different than your sin. But believe me I am guilty of breaking God's divine laws.</div>
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I would not call myself a bigot. I do not hate any group. I do not hold one sin above another in severity. For example, I was an unwed mother at age 18. God calls my sin fornication, and I am guilty as charged. He does not forbid it to keep me from delight, but from suffering. There are many other specific things God calls sin: lying, adultery, homosexuality, pride, gluttony, etc. The Bible is clear that ALL sin. That means that each of us have violated at least one if not many of His commands, either in thought, word, or deed. Should I hate the whole world? Never.</div>
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My support of Biblical values is NOT synonymous for hatred of anyone, including those who are part of the gay/lesbian community. I am not so naive as to believe that all who call themselves Christians are like me. I have heard shameful speech from those who should know better. This is sin as well. While I believe God says homosexual behavior is prohibited I absolutely can love and have friends within that community. I believe fornication and adultery are wrong according to God. I love and have friends who have been involved in these things as well. If I were to refuse to associate with or hate every sinner, I would need to cut myself off from the world, including my own self.</div>
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I have had family members in homosexual relationships bring their friends to my home. There is a man I went to high school with who I greatly admire for his kindness, who I would absolutely trust to care for my children, who continues in a long term homosexual commitment. I do not agree with his choice. I do not believe it makes him a monster. </div>
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There is a young man who is often in my home who will be a teenage father soon. I do not agree with his choice (fornication). I do not believe it made him unfit to associate with our family. I hope that I can be of some encouragement to him, in fact, as this is a sin I am sadly personally acquainted with.</div>
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There are members of my family who have struggled with addictions and alcohol. I do not agree with their choices, and I do hold these things to be sinful choices and not simply "illnesses". Despite their sin, I don't hold myself above them in any way.</div>
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In each of these examples I would not allow the behavior to go on IN my home, let me be clear about that. My relationships with these people, however, are not focused on these issues but on friendship, love, and respect for another human being. I think it is important to share the truth (which to me is God's truth) in love with other, but in my day to day life that sharing needs to be relationship based. I am not called to go around bashing anyone over the head with my Bible. </div>
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In conclusion, I did attend the Chick-Fil-A appreciation day. I wanted to show my support for a company whose values I share, whom I believe has been the victim of a media attack. I KNOW that I could head down to my local restaurant on any given day with any of the folks I mentioned in this blog and we would all be treated with respect, courtesy, and have a great meal. I love that they are closed on Sundays. I love that in America I am free to patronize this business, or simply go somewhere else. I do not want to see that freedom disappear. I find it very odd that the very groups who accuse others of bigotry, hatred, and intolerance are those that are guilty of those things themselves. </div>
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They are numerous, these sneaky little lies that we believe. "God doesn't give you more than you can handle." <br />
Oh really? It has been my experience that the Lord allows many things to come into my life that I can't handle. Things that He and only He can "handle" when I turn them over to Him. The more I try to handle them, the worse the situation often becomes. <br />
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What about "God helps those who help themselves"? It sounds good at first. After all, we know that we can't just sit around waiting for the Lord to do it all for us. He sure isn't going to wash my dishes or scrub my floors. That being said, in all the things that really matter, I can't do a thing to help myself. All my good works are as filthy rags, I can do no good thing in my own power. God helps me because He loves me and wants to, not because of my own inadequate efforts.<br />
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In this present age, more than any other time in history, society believes "You can do anything you put your mind to." Right along with this goes "If you don't like your life (or your car, your job your _____ fill in the blank) change it!!" I have not struggled much with the first one. I know that no matter how hard I would try I am never ever going to be a world class gymnast, or the President of the United States. It's just not going to happen. The second, however, is a lie I only today am beginning to see that I have bought into hook, line, and sinker - and it is robbing me of my peace and joy.<br />
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Again, on the surface, it sounds like a wise proverb. After all, we should do all we can to have the best life possible, right?!? But the truth be told, even in the great United States of America, I cannot change every part of my life I may find unpleasant. I am not in control of all things. As shocking as that is in and of itself, there is an even deeper truth. Some of the very things that I like the least and want to change as fast as possible are allowed in my life by my Lord to refine me and to bring Him glory.<br />
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I am just beginning to realize how much frustration I have brought on myself as I have tried over the years to force my life into the mold that I thought was ideal. The picture I had in mind was noble. My dreams were good dreams. The trouble is that that plans God has for me require some circumstances that I don't really like. The more I have believed that all I had to do was make changes the more I have chafed against the very things He was allowing with the intent of shaping me into who He created me to be. To be completely transparent, that's some truth that I'm going to have to swallow slowly. I don't like it very much, at least not at first. In fact, I feel a little like a two year old on the verge of a tantrum: I want what I wanted and I'm not sure something else is going to be OK with me. But wait, that doesn't sound like faith at all. It doesn't sound like I'm truly trusting that His plan is good, much less best. <br />
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It's time for me to grow up. I can't just change my life to make myself happier. It seems so absurd now, that I believed I could. After all, if I had developed Cancer I could not simply will it away. Nor could I just make difficult changes that would guarantee a life free of it's touch. I think I must be getting used to this truth, as it is starting to feel like a relief. After all, if I can't necessarily change things that are out of my control, I can stop trying so hard. His yoke is easy and His burden is light. I am starting to understand that in a brand new way. My Father knows my every circumstance and my every need. He knows me better than I know myself, those deep motives of my heart that still incline toward evil so much of the time. He loves me. Not the me I can be and may be someday, but the me that I am right now, today. <br />
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I'm a pretty slow learner sometimes. Who am I kidding, when it comes to things that matter I need lots and lots of review lest I forget the lesson I just learned. I'm so thankful that He doesn't give up on me and is a patient instructor. I grateful, too, that He has blessed me with others along the way who encourage and explain and walk a while with me on the road. It's still an adventure!Denisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18099180165972158555noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5077768932417654926.post-54575068097047108182011-12-07T10:40:00.001-06:002011-12-07T13:08:58.262-06:00A True StoryThis blog is way too serious. Not that I get around to writing very often. Maybe it needs a light and humorous post to get me in the mood to be more consistent. My currently super-glue stained fingers will give it a try.<br />
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One of my magi had a broken hand, and it was the one holding his gift. This would never do - standing near my manger scene gazing at the baby Jesus with no present. Yes, I know the magi did not visit the manger, but let's not quibble over details at this point. Usually my husband is the fixer around here. I am more often the breaker. This morning however, I decided to give it a whirl. I got the super glue out of the drawer, wrestled the cap off, and stared at the almost invisible liquid within. As I held on to the wise man, his hand, and the glue, I carefully let a drop or two fall onto his severed wrist. I quickly and deftly attempted to put the glue down and pick up the hand. I felt liquid flowing onto my thumb and finger and knew this was not good. Frantically thrusting the hand towards his arm I attempted to continue my surgery. The hand fell. As I felt my left hand's digits sticking together and saw a little film of gold left by my visitor from the east, I tried again. I succeeded in getting the glue on the kitchen counter this time, as well as the thumb and forefinger of my right hand. I tenderly laid the little man on his back and hoped his hand would stay attached as I went off in search of nail polish remover.<br />
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As I entered the bathroom I glanced in the mirror and thought, "Hmm, my hair doesn't look half bad today. If I don't look at the brassy haircolor I got by trying yet another job myself best left to professionals." This was indeed a rare occasion, a good hair day. I glanced as well at my cream sweater, brown pants, and chunky brown necklace and was a little amazed at how put together I was for a day at home cleaning up after an army of children and doing paperwork. I digress, but my vanity was about to be the pride that went before my fall.<br />
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I grabbed my brand new bottle of remover, so happy I had finally remembered to get some yesterday so I could remove the lime green polish accented with red polka dots I had festively (and regrettably) decided on for my in-law's tree trimming party.. I moistened a tissue and got to work on my fingers. Nothing, nada, zilch, they were just as coated as before. I wondered if the remover was non-acetone, and decided to take a look at the label. In a stunning maneuver, I turned the bottle and simultaneously dropped it into the sink. In the process the blue liquid rushed from it's captivity in the bottle to land all over my cream sweater - that is the part that didn't rush down the drain, leaving me with about 1/3 of a bottle of the magic liquid. My fingers are still coated in glue. My lovely sweater will never be the same. My toes are still wearing their way too young for me polish.<br />
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The only bright spots in my adventure are that the magi's hand and gift appear to be securely attached to his arm, my bathroom sink is VERY clean, and instead of getting busy going through mail and bills I am sitting here blogging, with a piece for chocolate cake to soothe my jagged nerves. I had to leave the MyFitnessPal website in order to come over to my blog. I think that means the cake doesn't count. :-)Denisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18099180165972158555noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5077768932417654926.post-74389582168865326132011-06-27T11:22:00.000-05:002011-06-27T11:22:26.141-05:00Why Work Out<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; line-height: 15px;">I have never been a person who enjoys exercise. I like to go for walks, especially if I get to soak in the beauty God made in this world. I like to be in the pool, floating on an air mattress with a good book. I prefer a game of Scrabble or Yahtzee to an athletic competition; although I have had a good time with tennis when I was younger. I enjoy good food; both preparing it and consuming it. I have had the pleasure of giving birth 7 times along with the extra padding that comes along with pregnancy. It isn't a big surprise to find myself in my mid-40's overweight and out of shape. What is astonishing me; however, is how hard I am having to work for little to no results in doing anything about it.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;">If, by July 31, I have not made progress I am just going to accept that this is the body God gave me and apparently I am going to be fat. I know I need to define the progress. I want to say if I am not under the "magic number" but that would be 16 pounds. I know that isn't reasonable in 5 weeks. I am going to settle on 7 pounds, even though still being 8 pounds above that number after all those weeks will be discouraging. I can't continue to put so much time and effort into something that isn't working for me. I don't want to do drops, pills, etc. as they just don't seem like healthy alternatives. In the meantime, I will try to persevere with a good attitude. It is getting harder by the day.</span></span>Denisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18099180165972158555noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5077768932417654926.post-72536624309844785562011-02-11T18:53:00.000-06:002011-02-11T18:53:00.572-06:00What's For Dinner?We've been trying hard to get our spending under control, and be intentional with our budget. It's tough to provide healthy, homemade food and not break the bank! I am continually surprised at how much more expensive it is to eat fresh, nutritious meals. I've been asked many times what it takes to feed a family of nine. I think many people assume I'm cooking gigantic amounts - a meal fit for the Duggar family. In truth, our meals don't seem that enormous to me. I thought I'd give you a peek into mealtime at our house.<br />
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My first step is to make a list of meals for the week. Sometimes I'll even plan two weeks at a time. For me, trying to figure out what I need at the store without knowing what I plan to cook just doesn't work. I sit down with the calendar, so I know what kind of craziness will be going on around here, and start writing. A typical week might look something like this:<br />
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Monday: Roast Beef in the crock pot<br />
with Potatoes & Carrots <br />
Salad Bread <br />
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Tuesday: Ground Turkey Lettuce Wraps <br />
Baked Brown Rice <br />
Mandarin Oranges<br />
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Wednesday: BBQ Beef sandwiches<br />
(made with leftover roast)<br />
French Fries <br />
Carrots & Dip<br />
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Thursday: Pork Enchiladas<br />
(one pork tenderloin will make enough<br />
for a second "freezer" meal) Chips and Salsa Melon <br />
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Friday: Homemade Pizza<br />
(one recipe makes 2 pizzas,<br />
enough left for lunch Sat.)<br />
Salad (if I'm feeling energetic)<br />
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Saturday: Chicken Noodle Soup<br />
(the chicken will make 2-3 meals)<br />
Salad Bread<br />
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Sunday: Leftovers/Snack night<br />
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My shopping list would look something like this:<br />
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apples romaine lettuce 5 lbs potatoes small seedless watermelon<br />
bananas baby spinach big bag baby carrots red bell pepper<br />
oranges iceberg lettuce green onions celery<br />
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We are going to assume I have plenty of onions this week, as well as egg noodles, tortilla chips, and the various seasonings I would need as well as baking needs. I would also have some lunch and breakfast items<br />
stocked in my pantry. I would likely need to pick up some items like dog food, Pull Ups (grrrr), and toothpaste, as household items do come out of this part of the budget.<br />
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I would expect to spend about $200.00 on this trip. On a future week I will have a little less because I will have a pan of enchiladas in the freezer, as well as some cooked chicken for a meal. I would plan some less expensive meals such as ham & beans and spaghetti to balance it out. My budget is $600.00 per month for groceries and household items. I do have many things stocked in my pantry, so I would not typically have to get as many items as I listed to get to the $200.00 estimate, but I do have to re-stock as things run out. It is still a tight stretch to make it with that kind of a budget.<br />
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I feel like we eat very well. We do have snacks and sweets, primarily homemade. I would like to add more vegetables and fruits to our menus, but fresh produce is very expensive in the winter months. I do go to more than one store to get the very best prices I can. Many items I will pick up at Aldi, and most others I will shop for at WalMart. Only specialty items I can't get at those stores will come from the regular grocery store. I try and stock up at Sam's Club when I can as well. Many times we have an abundance at the beginning of the month but the pickings are much slimmer towards the end. That being said, we do not go hungry and the pantry is never bare. Right now there are enough packages of egg noodles and cans of diced tomatoes for us to live on some sort of pasta for a week straight, or longer, if we had to. With the giant container of feta in my fridge to add to it, it would be just fine. <br />
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I often wonder if we are still spending too much on food. I consider that so many people in the world go to sleep hungry, and don't have a variety in their diet. I think that we are a little (or a lot) spoiled and selfish. It is a difficult thing to find the balance in.<br />
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I'd love for you to post a comment and share how you feed your family. If you have tips for saving money or eating healthy please share. I want to be the very best steward I can of the money my husband works so hard for and the Lord generously provides. I'm looking forward to getting some great ideas!<br />
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Denisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18099180165972158555noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5077768932417654926.post-40985152427191197292010-12-20T21:56:00.000-06:002010-12-20T21:56:24.296-06:00One Is Silver and the Other, GoldA few years ago I made a desperate plea to God. "Please, Lord, I need some friends!". I had lots of people whom I could exchange pleasantries with. There were a few ladies I could head to a movie with, or out to dinner. You know the kind of relationships I mean: "How are you doing?" "Oh, fine - and you?" - while the world might be falling down around my ears. This was in my pre-Facebook days, and living out in the semi-country and homeschooling meant my daily contact with adults was frequently pretty minimal.<br />
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I was just thinking about those days, and remembering how lonely and depressed I was. I cried out to Him again and again, and in my human foolishness when He didn't appear to answer I sunk all the lower. We humans are like that; we want what we want - and think we need - NOW. Many of us have no patience. I was looking for a phone call that very day, and obvious answer, a miracle. It is only in hindsight that I can see with clarity that He was working; weaving together the very answer I sought, but good things often take time.<br />
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Some of the very situations, struggles, and circumstances that led me to my knees to begin with have been instrumental in forming bonds, especially over the last year, that otherwise may never had happened. The painful events that cause the "fine" to turn to truth, the willingness to be transparent before my sisters in Christ, have created lasting bonds and relationships deeper than I could have imagined.<br />
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As I have examined what I know about God over the last weeks, answered prayers like that one have come to mind. As I met today with some of my dear friends (the Princess Club), I realized that these ladies KNOW stuff about me. They know lots of stuff, and much of it isn't pretty. Yet, they love me anyway. Some are near to me geographically, and a few are far away, yet I know without a doubt that we are connected for eternity. I have also been tremendously blessed to re-kindle some friendships from my school days, with lovely ladies who never fail to give the gift of laughter. I did not realize how much I had missed laughing until my tummy ached - and now I do it every time we get together. I have also known the joy of seeing decades long friendships with those I see only rarely continue and grow sweeter. As if that was not enough, in 2010 my communications with my oldest and dearest childhood friends (my cousins) have become much more frequent and we are connected again as we have not been in years. How did I miss God's hand at work, giving every good gift, happily granting my request?<br />
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As the realization washes over me I am overcome with gratitude and a sense of blessing. I know that I am not alone. God IS with me, and He has graciously brought others into the circle of my life to love and be loved by. Oh, I am rich indeed. In 2011, I want to cherish those friendships. I wonder if there is another out there, lonely like I was. Lord, teach me to be a friend like You. Use me. Who do You want me to befriend?Denisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18099180165972158555noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5077768932417654926.post-18719707427067365692010-12-03T22:15:00.000-06:002010-12-03T22:15:10.435-06:00What's a Girl to Do?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTzqLJD_RaHY6zcixSPrzqW0WRfyb6Tv2Z5l2cXzYm8H4XaC8ov8PD_vLAEXc66Eggp_uY81fXVUG-dt2_a549YSdNo-IwHwPYuG2Yzwjzx8CCSDJob4KlQXoDARLgIweirMLUwXgAQ8U/s1600/DSC00945.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTzqLJD_RaHY6zcixSPrzqW0WRfyb6Tv2Z5l2cXzYm8H4XaC8ov8PD_vLAEXc66Eggp_uY81fXVUG-dt2_a549YSdNo-IwHwPYuG2Yzwjzx8CCSDJob4KlQXoDARLgIweirMLUwXgAQ8U/s320/DSC00945.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>So what does a girl like me do for fun on a Friday night? Well, I was supposed to be out with the family, celebrating a birthday. It is actually my mom's AND my father-in-law's birthday today. However, I have a little sickie in the house. She will be fine, but coughing and fever are not great things to bring to a party! I found myself alone in the house, with a sleeping little one.<br />
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As Christmas approaches, thoughts of that special birthday have crowded my mind for the last week or so. As I wrestle with my beliefs, the remembrance of Christ's birth is a perfect place to start. I've been thinking a lot about how we celebrate Christmas. Not the secular world, but we Christians. I've read some challenging blogs and facebook posts over the last few days. I must confess that in many cases our celebrations look exactly like the world's, with some church services and "Jesus" songs thrown in. Is this how it should be?<br />
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Before I go on, I need to be honest. It is easy for me to be legalistic. It is in my comfort zone to put myself and God in a neat little box. Here is what is good and right. Here is what is wrong. I am a perfectionist. I agonize over choosing the correct path.<br />
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Over the 22 years I have walked with the Lord, I have put a lot of importance on celebrating in a way that would bring Jesus to the forefront. I wanted my children to know without a doubt what Christmas is all about. Our family has many, and I mean many traditions. Some we tried on for a year or two and I just couldn't make them work with children from age 1 to 20. Some we have kept in place for decades. We read the story of Jesus from the book of Luke every Christmas morning. We are intentional about spiritual things. We have researched the origins of traditions. We have limited the gifts in different ways over the years. When it is all said and done, I still have to wonder.<br />
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I love the holidays. I will watch all the corny Hallmark movies. I play Christmas music, especially the oldies, until my teenagers are losing their minds. I watch the specials - Rudolph, the Grinch, Charlie Brown. With all this we have never placed a real focus on Santa. We don't ignore the concept completely, we just don't make a big deal of it. The kids don't write letters, or sit on the lap of a mall Santa. We do leave cookies and milk, and there is one gift for each child under 13 wrapped in Santa paper under the tree. I love the decorations, the baking, the projects - the whole kit and caboodle!<br />
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A pastor friend asked the question, "What grace-filled traditions does your family have at Christmas?" He went on to explain that while the standard concept is to be good so you deserve a gift, and giving presents to those that love us and bring us joy. The truth is that Jesus came as a gift for us when we are not good, we don't deserve it. I love the question, but I don't have a real answer for it, yet. It seems like this is a perfect time of year to practice extending grace. I want some practical ways to put this thought into action.<br />
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Another friend has me thinking again about traditions. Some wonderful links on her blog have caused me to wonder anew about the riches we enjoy every day, and our reluctance to share and get involved with others. Oh, I know many of us write a check, giving our offering. That is a good thing, as far as it goes. That being said, I have really been challenged by our pastor that following Jesus means doing more than that. Where am I personally ministering - outside of the church walls? Am I caring for orphans, widows, prisoners, the downtrodden? Am I willing to go outside of my comfort zone to do for people who may not seem to appreciate it? Will I DO something? Or will I sit back in my insulated "Christian" world, write a check now and again to "do my part" while never really being the hands and feet of Jesus to anyone outside my family and friends? Who am I reaching out to?<br />
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As all this swirls around in my mind, I feel such a weight. I'm seeking and searching. It is a good thing. In the meantime, what does a girl like me do for fun? Well, as much as some people might be horrified by the thought, I cook. I absolutely love creating food for others. It is relaxing. It is exciting. Tonight, I made German chocolate cupcakes. We have a family friend who was on my mind, a single man, who loves German chocolate cake. I didn't think one guy needed to eat a whole cake, but wanted to give him a little housewarming gift as he moves into a new home. Making the batter from scratch, deciding to add a ganache, toasting the coconut and pecans before making the icing just to give it that extra "yum" factor, all of that is so satisfying. If after all that, someone takes a bite of something I have prepared and has that moment of joy that comes from tasting something fine, I am well pleased. I guess you could say it is the icing on the cake.Denisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18099180165972158555noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5077768932417654926.post-18093325049802032472010-12-01T21:51:00.000-06:002010-12-01T21:51:05.577-06:00Still Looking...I haven't done such a great job of finding myself. In fact, if the truth be told, every discovery I make seems to lead to more questions. 2010 has been quite a year for our family. We have been blessed with some of the deepest friendships we have ever known. We have walked through a raging storm. We have made a big move, only to have to make another a short time later. We have made a complete, drastic change in the way we are educating our children. It has been a season of being recast - and I'm not sure what we are being made over into.<br />
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I have spend the past two decades confident in what I believed. I have made choices and decisions based on a certainty that was unshakable. Yet I find myself today, as we enter into the Christmas season, more unsure than I have ever been. I have so many questions. I have so little certainty and joy. As it has my whole life, music continues to speak to me.<br />
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. "I've made it through the year and I did not even collapse. Gotta say," Thank God for that." I'm torn between what keeps me whole and what tears me in half. I'll fall apart or stay intact. With tired eyes I stumble back to bed. I need to realize my sorry life's not hanging by a thread - at least not yet."<br />
Reliant K<br />
Merry Christmas,<br />
Here's to Many More<br />
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I have come full circle. The young woman who embraced faith with passion and enthusiasm has found a need to dig deeper. There are many hurts in this life. I am not so foolish that I do not recognize my own struggles pale in comparison to those of most of the world. I live in comfort and ease. I don't know that my mind truly comprehends that there are people in this world who live in conditions I cannot imagine. I am not at all equating my pain or suffering to theirs. I am, however, compelled to explore the depths of things that I have believed. <br />
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Am I in the midst of a mid-life crisis? I suppose it is possible. Am I jaded and burned out by the hypocrisy I have seen, in myself, in others, in "Christians"? I am certain that is part of it. Am I in the midst of some sort of spiritual war? I would say yes to that as well. So where does that leave me?<br />
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For now, I have a greater need than Finding Myself. What I truly need is to find God. More of Him, a deeper walk, more "real" relationship, a certainty and assured-ness that I once possessed. I do not want an empty life, full of ritual and tradition, yet lacking in vibrancy. If there is one thing I have learned from my husband, it is to be who I am. Yes, people may turn away. Yes, not everyone will be comfortable with transparency. And that is OK.<br />
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I am reading "The Case for Faith" right now, and believing that as I seek Him, He will be found.<br />
<sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-30179">6</sup> And without faith it is impossible to please God, because anyone who comes to him must believe that he exists and that he rewards those who earnestly seek him. Hebrews 11:6<br />
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The Adventure Continues...Denisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18099180165972158555noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5077768932417654926.post-21744120196804415392010-08-18T10:52:00.000-05:002010-08-18T10:52:12.912-05:00Girly-girly Clothing CatastropheOn Monday a note came home from Kindergarten explaining the class would be reviewing colors over the next few weeks. There was a schedule of what color would be the focus each day, and a request that the kids dress in clothing of the day's hue. No problem! At least until I went downstairs to the girls' room to help Sophie find a red shirt and her denim skirt.<br />
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I was stunned to see that once again the clothes I had washed, dried, folded, and sent down in their buckets to be put away in the closet are heaped on the floor. Dirty laundry mixed in with the clean, dress-up items, gymnastics and ballet outfits, all of it strewn about as if a fashion burglar had ransacked the room. I can't say I have never seen anything like this before. Several times over the course of the past 7 or 8 years since the oldest daughter acquired a lower level bedroom this situation has arisen. Once in this condition, it is not possible for the girls to fix it totally on their own. This means I have gone down and sorted, organized, re-vamped, etc, or supervised their efforts again and again. This process is ALWAYS miserable for everyone involved. It has usually been preceded by my attempt to pack the kiddos for a vacation, find an outfit for a special occasion, or the rare total house cleanup. It involved much anger and irritation on my part over their poor stewardship of their possessions. It is a major stressor. It makes me blow my top.<br />
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I am trying to figure out where the breakdown in the process/system occurs. I am concluding the problem is with me following up on checking their rooms, and applying reasonable consequences when they choose to not meet expectations. This happens with the downstairs bedrooms in large part because I don't WANT to go down there. It is always a huge mess. Even when it is clean for a week or so it doesn't seem like part of the house, I don't like it down there. Because of this, I have been lazy. It is faulty logic, because avoiding the few minutes downstairs checking ALWAYS results in hours and hours of my time being spent (WASTED) on doing the same work again and again, be it room organization or laundry.<br />
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It is time to overcome these bad habits once and for all. There is no reason for any part of our home to be such a mess. This is not some toys out being played with, or a few pieces of lint on the carpet. No, this room looks like it belongs on one of those reality shows. In fact, the ENTIRE lower level, all 2000 plus finished square feet is like that. It robs me of joy. It steals my peace. It makes it impossible for me to practice hospitality (as commanded in the Word) without risk of total humiliation. It is simply unacceptable.<br />
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I am tempted to post a picture to illustrate how bad it really is. I can't bring myself to do it, however. I will also be tempted to spin my wheels, not knowing where to start. Do I neglect the maintenance upstairs to focus on the disaster downstairs? I tend to think in "if only's". If only I had two weeks with no kids to really dig in and get it done. If only I had designed the layout different down there. I felt rushed to get the floor plan done for construction. If only I could back build some of the rooms. If only I had the money for new paint, furniture, etc. I can keep going and going until NOTHING is done. <br />
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My personality needs a plan, and structure. My next goal on the to-do list is to make a plan for getting the upstairs in reasonable order and getting started on the girls' room. I'm giving myself today to accomplish the plan making. Digging out of this mess is not going to be easy. I would rather avoid it. I want more to be where God wants me to be, and not be in bondage to the mess. I will put one foot in front of the other. I will do it.Denisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18099180165972158555noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5077768932417654926.post-72661464480669800732010-08-16T13:49:00.001-05:002010-08-16T13:50:46.223-05:00Clearing VisionMy first morning with *only* one child at home has come to an end. He is resting semi-quietly in his room, and I am left with a few moments to reflect. I'm seeing my life with new eyes lately, as if the smudges are being wiped clean off from glasses. I don't like some things that are coming into focus. I do not accomplish what I would like to in my days, and much of that seems to be my own fault. Some of my friends would be quick to jump in and pat me on the back here. They would remind me I have 7 children at home, and therefore cannot be expected to get a lot done. I have used that very excuse myself. The truth is, if I care to admit it, I can get a lot more done than I do.<br />
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I have watched my kids, the ones that struggle with perfectionism or being reluctant to do what they doubt their ability in. Sometimes I have been absolutely certain they CAN do something, but they become so frustrated with the effort that they simply give up and do nothing. This makes me crazy to watch. Sometimes there is a reason for their initial failures. They may have been coming down with a cold the first time they tried long division, or stayed up way too late the night before. They may have failed to listen to the instructions and simply tried to figure it out own their own. They may be giving in to a spirit of laziness, simply not wanting to do anything hard. Once they do put forth some effort and do not succeed, it becomes nearly impossible to get them to try wholeheartedly with a good attitude. Ah ha!<br />
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I'm beginning to see how often I do those very same things. In a way I am almost intentionally setting myself up to not accomplish my goals. Why? I have no idea, yet. Perhaps I don't want to raise the bar that high. Perhaps in my perfectionism, when I finally got to the place (the number of lives I am responsible for) that I could not physically do it all, I gave up. Maybe I am nursing some anger with other people's failings and this is a way to have a passive-agressive pity party. I'm not really sure.<br />
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The bottom line is that I do have more of some kinds of work than most people who would read these words. I have laundry for 9, cooking for 9, shopping for 9, training and discipling for 7, and cleaning a home we are blessed to have with a lot of space and a lot of bathrooms. Yes, my children can and do help with these things to some degree. The fact is there is still a LOT to be done here. That being said, I am spending too much time not working. I'm just being real here. There are many moments in my day when I am not being productive. I am not saying there is no time for a break, and no necessity for rest. I am saying I simply am not doing something enough of the time when I should be.<br />
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Jesus assures me that His yoke is easy and His burden in light. I make a heavy yoke and burden for myself when I fail to do that which I should, and create stress in my own life as a result. Yes, there have been times I could not. Right now, however; I am healthy. There is no reason for me to continue to dabble at my work. How I long for the day when all of the systems will be up and running and I can do what needs doing, and cope with the occasional need to be flexible. It certainly will happen. In the meantime, I have mountains to move. A little at a time. I'm thankful that He has said with faith I can move mountains. He never said all at once (Samantha style). That faith has to be walking hand in hand with action. Faith without works, like a song you can't sing, it's about as useless as a screen door on a submarine :-) (Rich Mullins)<br />
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It's time to get up and get this party started.Denisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18099180165972158555noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5077768932417654926.post-78115564899079526452010-08-16T00:02:00.002-05:002010-08-16T07:51:08.914-05:00SleeplessTomorrow is the first day of school. We explained the new (old) routines, read, prayed, tucked in, and enjoyed a little peace and quiet before going to bed. Here I am, 2 hours later, wide awake! I think I almost have the Christmas Eve feeling; excitement, anticipation, curiosity. You would think I was the one getting on that big yellow bus in the morning!<br />
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It will certainly be strange to have all 6 school age kiddos gone for the day. With eleven years of home schooling all, most, or some of them I am not quite sure how I feel, or what I will do with myself! I am missing the comfortable familiarity of pouring over the curriculum catalogs, making lists, and placing the orders. The UPS man hasn't been ringing my doorbell. It is a big change, and I don't do change well. It is going to be an interesting year.<br />
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Not that I will lack for things to do. It seems that the years of expanding our family combined with taking care of them, including the schooling, have left many thing undone around here. I'm not sure how the molehills turned into mountains. Maybe it was the every other year pregnancies. I didn't do them well. Each time I started out with high hopes - this time I will NOT be exhausted and sick for months on end. It always worked out the same; with me on the couch, semi-alive, and in a state of DPD (During Pregnancy Depression). <br />
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With the baby turning 4 in a month, I suppose the hormones have finally returned to "normal". (Just in time for pre-menopause, I'm predicting!) I am now faced with with re-training in almost every area of my life. My physical body, my mind, my emotions, and my spiritual life all need work, as do my home and my relationships. I will have to fight my natural urges to jump in and just start fixing things as opposed to making the needed changes one step at a time so they can become habits and have a good chance of sticking.<br />
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The past year God showed me many things I didn't really want to see. He showed me how much I was living in little boxes that I put myself in (and tried to put Him in, as well). I am more than a little overwhelmed at facing all the messes, both the literal and figurative. I want to wiggle my nose like Samantha and just start fixing stuff. That's not how it works on this adventure though. There is work to the "working it out", and being transformed doesn't happen in an instant, but is a process.<br />
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I'm a little bit scared (read totally terrified) that the ones He brought into my life to help me get to the path I need to be on are leaving. Yet I know that fear does not come from God. Ultimately, He is all I need, He is sufficient, He is more than enough. It is time for this baby bird to leave the nest. We were talking with the kids tonight about the lessons they will learn in this new school year. The most important thing any of us can come to know after we choose to follow Christ is how to live a life that pleases God. Yet all the knowledge we can attain is useless if we never put it into practice. What good does it do for me to know how to make a fantastic chocolate cake if I don't ever bake one? Does it benefit me to learn to speak French but never utter a word of it?<br />
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I have been given the information. I have the tools. It is time to pick them up, and intentionally enter the training phase. When May comes around, and I am rejoicing at the summer spread before me with all it's freedom and lazy days, I plan to be a different woman than I am today. I want to please my Father in all I do. I want to be refined until His image is reflected in me. I'm not going to just try. I am going to train.Denisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18099180165972158555noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5077768932417654926.post-89500799925013218302010-08-12T21:16:00.000-05:002010-08-12T21:16:24.335-05:00Back to SchoolI love this time of year. It is as much a new beginning in my life as is January. Much life has occurred since I last posted. God had many lessons for me to learn during the last school year. In fact, this stubborn student had to spend some time at the Alternative School. I am so thankful that He doesn't give up on me. I am excited to be moving up to the next grade in the school of life and am looking forward to being able to share here what I am learning. The blog is all set with a new look. Can't you just smell the new crayons, markers, and folders?Denisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18099180165972158555noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5077768932417654926.post-89696576453171330752010-01-06T13:43:00.000-06:002010-01-06T13:43:32.308-06:00January There's not much to do in our area in the winter. We hardly ever get enough snow to be worthwhile, even though I LOVE. It's usually too cold to do much of anything outside (which I could overcome for snow). I always get the "blahs" - Christmas is over, and there's nothing to "look forward to". It is depressing!<br />
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I don't do well with big resolutions about losing weight, reading my Bible through in a year, etc. Remember November? It is true that "this is where You're finding me, in the exact same place as New Year's Eve.<br />
From a lack of my persistanc-y, We're less than half as close as I want to be" - thanks ReliantK. I love that song! Despite my hesitancy to make resolutions, I DO want to end 2010 walking closer with the Lord than ever, following Him wherever He may lead. I want better relationships with the people in my life, more order and being on top of the maintenance/cleaning of our home, and to be in a better place with our finances. All of those things won't change a bit because of intention, it takes purposeful steps in the direction I want to go (Principle of the Path - it's a must read!)<br />
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I can make lists upon list of worthy steps and goals. I am, in fact, a master list maker! But as my daughter recently pointed out in her splendid blog, what good are plans and lists if we don't DO them? They are nothing but wasted time, effort, and energy. I have been always able to plan more for a said amount of time than any mere human could accomplish, and then give up when I realize I won't get it done. Talk about self defeating strategy. So, in 2010, I am going to do things differently.<br />
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For January my goal is to try and define the general goals I have for my relationship with God, with my husband, with my children, my work as a home-maker, my church family, my friendships and extended family, my role in ministry, and my goals and dreams for my own personal stuff (things like writing a book, learning to play piano, losing weight, etc.) That is a huge list right there. I need to evaluate where I am, where I want to be, and what steps I need to take this year to move in the right direction, without making a 90 step plan for total transformation! This will be a huge thing for me.<br />
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As I do that we are in the process of seeking a possible new church home. I'm going to be looking hard at my walk with the Lord, and the difference between being a believer and being a disciple. I want to be able to answer truthfully that God is my #1, most important thing. It's easy to say He is. It isn't easy to live like He is. That will be utmost on my list of things to work on, followed closely by the family relationships. We've had some things out of whack around here, and that needs to change. <br />
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Now, a girl has to have some fun, too! So, here's my Januray fun Project Adventure. I love to take the kids sledding, pull them with the 4-wheeler. Billy always wants to pull ME, and I say no way. I don't complely trust him not to ditch me in a snowbank. Since it sounds like we are going to get some playing-in snow finally, I am going to take a turn on the sled, too. If that goes well, I would kind of like to try skiing. I have no idea if I would like it. I know I'm terrified of ski lifts. But it looks so FUN. So, we'll start on the sled, and see how it goes. <br />
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Have a great January. Fight those winter blahs. Make God, Jesus Christ, your #1. I know that is something no one could ever regret at the end of the year. Blessings!<br />
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DDenisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18099180165972158555noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5077768932417654926.post-70486981163719938782009-12-27T12:57:00.000-06:002009-12-27T12:57:41.152-06:00I Could Get Used To This!Christmas has come and gone. The decorations remain (except for the tree), but the truth is the season is "over" for me on the 26th. We had a good season of celebration. My December scheduling worked out, and for the most part saved me much stress that comes with waiting too long on some things. Scott and I have even already discussed and written down things we want to tweak or do differently next year. <br />
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As for my little Project Adventure for December, we went Christmas caroling and distributed cookies to some of our friends. It was a lot of fun! We drove around looking at lights, and then ramdomly picked people we knew who lived near where we were. We only made 4 stops. Next year we are already planning on doing more - even the kids really enjoyed it. I had been almost certain they would balk at that idea. Nice to have a pleasant surprise!<br />
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Right now I am sitting on my sofa in front on the fire, watching snowflakes fall, with my honey. The kids are gone for the weekend so we can relax and celebrate our 21st wedding anniversary. The actual date is December 31, but it is so much more complicated (and expensive) to go out that night. While I would have loved to gone back to Naples this year, it was cost prohibitive and we didn't have a sitter(s) for that long.<br />
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This is wonderful! I can't remember when we were last at home alone. Sleeping as late as I want and just chilling around the house, it is fantastic. I love my kids. I've had little ones around for 24 years now, though. Scott and I were both talking this morning and we absolutely can't wait to have an empty nest. I know, I know, someone is going to tell me that I will be sad then, and maybe I will. But to tell you the truth, I'm not sad one bit about our oldest having left the nest and created her own. She has a wonderful husband, they are building a fanstastic life together, and they love the Lord. What more could a parent want?<br />
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Yesterday after they all left, we sort of felt like it was a taste of the future - what we might be doing the day after Christmas in years to come. Taking down the tree, just the two of us. Sitting down to a late lunch of Christmas dinner leftovers on china plates with cloth napkins. Washing up that little bit of dishes. Deciding at the last minute (AFTER I enjoyed a long soak with a good book in my giant tub) to run out to dinner instead of cooking something - at 7:00 which is gloriously late for us. It's not about a big weekend of grand romance, just a simple weekend at home. Yes, I could get used to this; in fact I look forward to it with great anticipation. I've enjoyed my time as a parent of young ones, and I will continue to enjoy it; after all we have a ways to go. Ben is only 3! It sure is nice to have a glimpse of what is hopefully to come - if God chooses to leave both of us here that long. If not we will certainly be glad of the memories.<br />
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As for January, I guess I need to be thinking of a new adventure, don't I?! I'm sure I'll be doing some more shooting with my pink Christmas 22 (how fun is that!). I know I need to make some decisions about healthy living, too. My husband gave me the book "Julie&Julia" for Christmas, and I am enjoying it very much. With it comes a fresh reminder of why I decided to do this blog and these adventures. I am very well pleased with how this project has gone so far. I can't wait to see what 2010 holds!<br />
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What are your plans for living life in 2010?Denisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18099180165972158555noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5077768932417654926.post-50924013634133936612009-12-07T23:16:00.000-06:002009-12-07T23:16:00.301-06:00Just One Thing to Say (maybe)Lately I'm feeling a little "thinner". Weird. I don't know that I look any different, and after going through 6 pregnancies in 12 years it would take a lot of surgery to get back any semblance of a flat tummy; but I think there is a little less of me. So, I hopped on the scale. I'm now down 6 pounds. I guess my eat whatever you want and never ever workout plan is working :-)! Actually, I'm wondering if Mr. Legstrong's strict plan and yucky shakes really did somehow jump start my metabolism and I'm having a residual effect weeks later. Hmm, something to ponder.<br />
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I have to add (yeah, I know I said one thing) that I had to sit here and think and think how I could have had 6 pregnancies in 12 years when I have 7 kiddos all 2 years apart. I kept thinking I was doing the math wrong. 1994-2006 is indeed 12 years. Yep, if you add in one adoption that makes 7 - I have no idea why this is confusing me, but like I always tell my "cool beans" friend, I HATE MATH! In case you are thinking, <br />
"Hey doesn't she have 8 children?": Yes, I do. I didn't count the oldest kiddo because she was born so many years before the rest that my body returned to semi-normal. Isn't that more than you ever wanted to know!<br />
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In December news, the decorating is done (mostly), the project supplies are purchased, and the gifts are nearly all ready for wrapping or wrapped. We are on schedule! I hope you are having a Christmas adventure of your own!<br />
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Goodnight,<br />
DDenisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18099180165972158555noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5077768932417654926.post-85877486414751633272009-12-01T09:24:00.000-06:002009-12-01T09:24:58.429-06:00It's December Already!I really can't believe we are so close to the end of 2009. This is one of my favorite times of year, and I know it will fly by at warp speed. So, time to wrap up November's adventure, and get December's plans down before January shows up in all its blah-ness.<br />
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I learned something about myself in November. Actually, I alrready knew it, but it's confirmed for sure now. I don't like to do things that are difficult for me. I'm not one who is hugely motivated by a challenge, especially a physical one. I prefer to wade around in the comfortable waters of things I already know I'm good at. I don't mind cooking for 30, which isn't easy, because I'm pretty confident in the end result. <br />
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Working out, on the other hand, is hard AND I don't trust the outcome. So I must confess, I quit on my November project, right after the last post. I didn't work out one more time. I ate whatever I wanted, and to be honest I think I ate more junk just because. So, after days of holiday food, leftovers, cheesecake for breakfast and dinner, and brownies just this morning, I got on the scale.<br />
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Crazy, but I'm down 5 pounds from November 1. So, what does this MEAN? Did my efforts for 10 days or so really pay off? Is it a weird fluke? I have no idea. I do know this. I need to exercise. I need to develop healthier eating patterns. I still need to make that doctor's appointment. I also have re-confirmed that the minute I try to make a lot of changes at once (my November plan quickly morphed into a strict regimine, and then I QUIT), I won't stick it out.<br />
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I have decided to make an overall goal for the rest of this project (through May) to make healthier choices and make the effort to exercise. I want to really take the baby steps to making new habits that I think I can stick with. I will also make that darn appointment before 2009 closes it's door. I WILL do it! For December, if I manage to work out 2 days a week and be mindful of what I put in my mouth, it will be enough. I'm not going to try to add more than that in this month. I'll re-visit this in January.<br />
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As for my December Project, in a way I started it in December of 2008. As I went through that holiday season feeling very rushed and not enjoying it as I wanted, I took notes. What did I need to have done, and when, to have time for the things I LOVE at this time of year. I wrote it all on my 2009 calendar. When did I want the shopping done by? The wrapping? The crafts and projects? The baking? The cards? All of these things give me so much joy, but not when they are crammed all into too short a time. Wrapping gifts frantically on Christmas Eve is NOT fun. <br />
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So far, so good at following my plan. This is decorating week. I am enjoying leisurely spreading Christmas around the house. Next week: projects, followed by baking week. All shopping is to be completed by the 12th, with the wrapping to be , he he, wrapped up, by the 20th. This leaves me Christmas week for whatever I want to do to enjoy the season with no pressure to FINISH something! <br />
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I also have several plans in place to do things that I know I will LOVE! The kids' Christmas musicals at FBCW and WayPoint Church, going to the Little Drummer Boy, and the piece de resistance: White Christmas at the Fabulous Fox! Having the extra time in my schedule to do these things "guilt free" because I am on track with the things I want to/love to/need to do will be wonderful!<br />
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Lastly, I have a secret Project Adventure for that week of Christmas. It is something I have always wanted to do, and never had the time for. I can't tell you what it is here, because if you know me in person it is possible that it involves you :-). I will be sure and blog about it after it happens. It will involve my immediate family's cooperation, so you might want to say a prayer that they get in the spirit of the season and help me out without whining and complaining!<br />
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I know that for some of my more adrenaline loving friends this month's project might not seem worthy of being called an adventure. That's OK, this path is mine, and sometimes I am a little boring! Besides, all of life is a grand adventure! I am so looking forward to having the time to meditate on what Christmas really means, and the time to spend with the Lord, not leaving him out of my days because they are too full of "urgent" stuff to do. As I am working through a Bible study entitled "Advent: A Savior For All People", I have been challenged to intentionally spend this season looking for opportunities to experience holy wonder. That is my true goal for December, to remember and reflect in holy wonder that God so loved the world (ME) that He sent His only begotten son that whosoever (ME) believeth in Him should not perish, but have eternal life. (John 3:16). For this is love, not that Denise loved God, but that He loved Her and sent His son as an atoning sacrifice for Her sins. (1John 4:10).<br />
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Have a truly wonder-filled Christmas. <br />
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DDenisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18099180165972158555noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5077768932417654926.post-47023908909009605632009-11-12T08:54:00.000-06:002009-11-12T08:54:01.742-06:00Is it worth it?Well, I caved to temptation and did what I said I wasn't going to do. I wish I hadn't. I can't take it back now, however. I got the scale out "just to see". Well, I saw. One little pound. As is typical, I put in the effort for virtually no result. I realize it has only been a week and a half. That being said, it is my understanding in most people with a lot of excess weight to loose it is not unusual to get rid of 5-10 pounds the first week. After all, I went from never exercising, to 6 "sessions" of at least 1 1/2 miles each. I was careful most days about eating. I didn't drink soda, or juice, etc. <br />
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I'm left to wonder, is it worth it to me to try and change my body? I'm not talking the "getting healthy" part, There is no debate on the merits of eating healthy foods and exercising. I'm saying, should I just accept that this is the size I am, predetermined by God and my DNA - just look at much of my family. We are solidly put together, built for work. In a different culture/era would my size have been just fine? Am I wanting to be something that just isn't realistic for me? <br />
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Am I going to find joy analizing every bite I put in my mouth, choking down shakes, working out until I'm drenched, and looking exactly the same at the end of the day? Does the God of the universe, who knows my name and sent His son to pay the price for my sin that I might have a relationship with Him, serve Him, glorify Him want me to spend so much mental and physical energy on my looks (under the "nice" label of health)? These are the issues I am going to seriously ponder the rest of the month.<br />
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I will finish November with this focus, as I need to work on being a finisher. This is a part of my character that needs work. I am just not sure about continuing after that with the intention of changing my body shape and size. What do you think about body image?<br />
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DDenisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18099180165972158555noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5077768932417654926.post-41987356413891479342009-11-11T08:07:00.000-06:002009-11-11T08:07:21.524-06:00DiscouragedI am really tired of feeling sabotaged by by own family. This "fight" to change to healthy habits is hard enough just fighting my own desires, without having to deal with battles with my household. Whether it is a husband who wants to bring home chocolate cheesecake, a date night with movie popcorn and multiple boxes of candy purchased for dinner, a son who takes the "fitness water" from the fridge, or kids who cannot simply follow their morning routines (The same ones required EVERY morning) while I am on the treadmill for a measley 30 minutes) and a husband who picks that very time to head out and run an errand (for me, I know) - I am very discouraged.<br />
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I realize this will sound whiny. I could quote much scripture to remind myself of the proper attitude, perseverance, etc. Right now it all "feels" like blah blah blah to me. I am just being honest. It seems like over the years whenever I have tried to make a change in this area my home becomes the biggest battle zone. I REALLY don't want to spend the holidays frustrated and upset with my family. Why does this happen? It is not helpful for anyone to eye my dinner plate and aske me, eyebrows raised, if that is a palm sized portion. It WOULD be helpful for others to try and avoid bringing junk food around me and perhaps come alongside me and make it easier for me to invest time on exercise. We are supposed to be a team.<br />
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So, that's where I am today. Yesterday was so stressful I didn't follow my eating plan at all, didn't exercise with 4 8:00AM dentist appointments, and had movie night for dinner. Maybe I shouldn't share how I'm feeling today, but I am not going to just show the "plastic" shined up for public side of this journey. I'm a real person, with very real struggles and failures. Perseverance is definitely NOT my natural tendancy. <br />
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Right now I don't know where I will go with this particular adventure. Having a rough day,<br />
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DDenisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18099180165972158555noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5077768932417654926.post-33186925800672406652009-11-08T21:54:00.000-06:002009-11-08T21:54:34.828-06:00Time For Week 2All in all, I think I had a successful first week of my "health & fitness project". I completed most of the goals. I still have to make an appointment with the doctor, but I did get started on the physician search.<br />
I drank some water every day, not always 2 glasses. I worked out 4 times. I logged enough food to see that although I don't think I am eating excessive amounts, if I want to get to a weight loss plan in the future I will have to be more intentional. 1,200 calories comes pretty easily! I got some good input from friends and have had much food for thought on this topic.<br />
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As we are approaching the holidays, it seems like a crazy time of year to focus on this. Most people wait unitl January. I still think it is a good idea for me to make little adjustments, baby steps, and try and form good habits. My nature is to make a big plan and jump in to a huge change, and then crash and burn. I really am trying to take it slow. That being said, I really do want to be healthy and have more energy. I want to go shopping for a new outfit feel like it looks good. You know the feeling - I haven't had it in a long time. I know I won't achieve this without hard work. I am trying hard to balance my desire for change with my knowledge of how I operate. Time for some goals for this week:<br />
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___ Make those appointments with the physician and eye doctor<br />
___ Continue with the daily vitamin<br />
___ Continue with the water. Really aim for 3 glasses a day<br />
___ Workout 4 of the next 7 days, at least 30 minutes<br />
___Adopt a specific eating plan for breakfast and lunch this week on days I am home<br />
___Test out the protien shakes, shoot for 1/2 in the morning, 1/2 in the afternoon and see if I notice a<br />
measurable difference in energy levels<br />
___Intentionally spend a mimimum of 15 minutes outside each day that weather permits, getting some sun<br />
which will be good for me and playing with kiddos.<br />
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That's it for the next 7 days. I am actually looking forward to working on those things. That is a change. I am also much more relaxed knowing I don't have to THINK about them anymore, I can just live life, incorporating these things into it. While I don't think my body changed any this week, my mind and attitude have. Looking forward to the adventure,<br />
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DDenisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18099180165972158555noreply@blogger.com0