Friday, July 18, 2014

For Fun Friday: Therapy

my ideas...

hot bath and a book
country music + 2 mile walk
lunch with Louise
Pedis with my friend-girls
Netflix with my KISA
hanging w/ my "Bible People"
walking on the beach
the beach in general
singing to the top of my lungs
singing praise to my King
a foot massage
a back massage
really, any kind of message
dancing like nobody's looking
snuggle time with my kiddos
girl-talk with my Emmie-G
a weekend-get-away

what's your therapy?

happy weekend, y'all!!

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Thursday, July 17, 2014

Dirty Dawg

I only let them out for a little while.  I mean, it's not like I left them outside all day... to their own devices.  No, I simply let them out to "potty" and stretch their legs for a while.  I totally intended to bring them back inside in about 20 minutes.

Well, let's just say twenty minutes was plenty of time.

I knew it had been raining cats and dogs (Ha! Now, that's punny!!) and I knew about Beauregard's proclivity to dirt.  Especially mud.  I mean, he's a Labrador Retriever, right?  Now Miss Bailey Blue, she's another story.  While she LOOKS extremely very much like a chocolate lab, whatever keeps her from being "full-blooded" over-rides the mud factor.  She doesn't even like water!  But Beauregard is 100% LAB!! (Even if he doesn't have a pedigree.)

So... After I put away the clean dishes and got supper going on the stove, I stepped back to the french door to allow my fur-babies back into the cool welcome of "home" on a hot summer day.  Bailey, of course, was sitting pretty.  Claws clean.  Nose clean.  Prissy as ever.

This was how I found Beau.

And here's Bay-Bay... (See what I mean about "sitting pretty"??)

Well, after finding Beau in such a mess, I didn't let him back inside.  Bailey was free to join the family.  Beau? Not-so-much.  I had to finish dinner. Feed my family.  Clean the kitchen.  And THEN I would see about trying to clean him up. Which I didn't very much at all look forward to!

After we cleared the table, I went for my evening walk.  When I got back, not only had the boys done the dishes, but Daddy had cleaned Beau.  (I knew this because he was back inside, sprawled over the vent in my bedroom floor.) Thanks, Babe.  You're my hero! ;-)

So what's the point, right?

Well... I got to thinking. (Dangerous, I know...) ;-)

Isn't this what happens to us sometimes?  When we stray away from The Father, even if only for a short time, we end up dirty from head to toe.  And because of the mess we are in, our fellowship is broken.  Yes. We are still His children, just like Beauregard is very much by Baby Boy... but he couldn't come inside.  He couldn't be where I was.  He couldn't cuddle at my feet or get his ears scratched. 

Remember the Prodigal Son?  How he "came to his senses" in a big ole pile of mud??  

He was still a SON.  He just didn't have a right relationship with His Father.

I've totally been there.

Whether from harboring hurt or bitterness.  Or being angry and confused.  Or just flat-out not paying attention.  I have strayed.

Then I "come to my senses" and I wonder... What am I doing??  I need me some Jesus, RIGHT NOW.  And I pick myself up, and I start the journey home.

And you know what?? There He is.  I can see him in the road.  Running to meet me.  And put a robe on my back, shoes on my feet, and a ring on my finger. 

(Or in Beauregard's case... getting rinsed off... towel dried... and brushed til he gleams.)

So next time I look outside, and see my Beau-boy has been wallerin' again... I'm gonna smile.  

In the midst of it all, I'm gonna smile and say..

"Thank you, Jesus"!

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Monday, July 14, 2014

The Fat Girl Who Finishes Last

Why is it that whenever I blog about something, especially about overcoming or achieving something, that SAME THING likes to come back and bite me in the booty?!?

I was so proud of my little "Push It" post from last week.  And for being able to pull on my white denim Capris without fear of a button flying loose and killing one of my children!  (In fact, they PULLED RIGHT ON AND ZIPPED RIGHT UP! Yeah.  That's what I'm talkin' 'bout!!)

But today? Well, today was a different story. When I woke up this morning I was tired. And ill.  And cranky.

But I pulled on my workout clothes and shoes.  Grabbed a breakfast bar and my water bottle and headed to the gym.  I didn't WANT to work out.  But I knew I would feel SO MUCH BETTER if I did.

So we get our assignment, and I'm doing pretty well.  Round one.  Check.  Round 2... a little slower, but... Check.  Round Three... my muscles are screaming at me and I am pouring sweat all over the floor, and I just want to quit.  I look around and most people are done.  Waiting... on me.

During our run, I look at my sweet friend, Misty, and say, "One day I won't be the fat girl that finishes last." Then I burst into tears.

Thank God for Misty.  She looked right at me and said, "Girl.  This is YOUR workout.  Nobody else's. You get nowhere by comparing yourself to others.  The only person you are competing with is YOURSELF."

I knew she was right.  I admitted that I knew it was the Enemy.  Messing with me.  Trying to thwart my success and my motivation.  Trying to get me down.  Trying to make me quit.

Well, uh-uh.  No way.  I won't quit.


Never again.

I am going to be the best ME I can be...
I am going to lean on Jesus, and the Holy Spirit will guide me through.

All for my good, and His Glory.

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Thursday, July 10, 2014

Push It!

Go ahead. Admit it.

As soon as you saw this title (if you're a child of the 80s - 90s) you automatically started humming a little ditty by S-S-S-Salt N Pepa! ;-)

Well... I'm certainly not going THERE, but I thought it was a great title.

I'm learning how to PUSH myself.

Push through pain.

Push through exhaustion.

Push through depression.

Push through hurt and bitterness.

I could go on and on.

The point is, you'll never get anywhere in life by sitting around crying about it.

You gotta get UP.  Get GOING. Move FORWARD.

Even if it starts out as baby steps.

Do whatever it takes to take the FIRST STEP toward health and fitness.  Not just physical, either... I'm talking about TOTAL FITNESS...

Mind.  Body.  Soul.

Several months ago, I was in my "pit" having one whale of a pity party.  (Pun intended.)

"I'm so sick of this."
"I'm tired of feeling this way."
"I hate my life."

Then I heard my Daddy's voice in my head...

"The only one that can change you is YOU."

I started off walking.

Now I'm running.

Only small sprints right now, but I know if I keep PUSHING myself, it won't be long until I can run the whole mile.  Then 2.. Then 3.

With the Lord on my side there's NOTHING I can't do!

Forgetting those things which are behind, and reaching forth unto those things which are before,
I press toward the mark for the prize of the high calling of God in Christ Jesus. (Phillipians 3:13-14)

What do you need to PUSH through today?

Get up, Girl.

Dust yourself off and...


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Wednesday, July 9, 2014

Quizzical Thoughts

I just took a quiz on Facebook titled "How Southern Are You?"

Hee hee.  Now that's funny.

As expected, I scored 100% Southern. (Yee haw, y'all!)

But that got me to thinkin'....

Why did I take that quiz?
What was I trying to prove?

It's all about labels, you see.

We all wear them.
Some we have placed on ourselves.
Some have been placed on us by others.

But you know what?  I don't need some dumb quiz to tell me who I am.  Whether it be "how southern" or "which Disney Princess" I am, or "what song" or "what color" best represent me. Whether or not I am "Scarlett O'Hara" or "Julia Sugarbaker". (I'm Scarlet by the way, just in case you wanted to wonder...) ;-)

Not to say there is anything wrong with these "just for fun" quizzes on Facebook... just that we shouldn't take them too seriously.

We should know who we are.
And be proud of that person.
We should own our personalities, quirks, ticks,  goofiness and all.

Yes, I am a romantic. A perpetual optimist. An "otter", and a hot southern mess!

It's what makes me "me".

Don't get me wrong, now.  I'm not saying we shouldn't try to improve ourselves.  Whether it be learning something new, or trying to get healthy and fit, or just dealing with the stuff of life in a more positive and productive way.

Yes.  Do all those things.

But KNOW who YOU are.

Better yet, we should know WHOSE we are.

But you are a chosen people, a royal priesthood, a holy nation, God’s special possession, that you may declare the praises of him who called you out of darkness into his wonderful light. (1 Peter 2:9)

That, my friends, is the best label of all. ;-)

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