Monthly Archives: December 2013
“Spiritually I feel much more weighed down by stress and problems when I’m not taking care of my body. Physically, I have less energy to serve God and more emotions to wade through when processing life.”
The above statement alone is one of the most profound discoveries of my weight loss journey. I didn’t write those words, Lysa TerKeurst did. But I so relate.
For years I prayed for joy, for the ability to overcome discouragement, for hope. I don’t see myself as having completely arrived in these areas, but I’ve found a powerful tool in discovering joy, combating discouragement, grabbing hold of hope.
It’s called taking a walk.
Eventually I usually end up talking with God, but even when it’s not a focused conversation my spirit rises up within me in worship just being outside, hearing the birds, feeling the fresh air.
There’s something about looking up into a huge tree or seeing the mountains in the distance, or gazing at the clouds or the flowers that puts me in my place, reminds me there is something bigger than I am, and HE is Good.
I grew up in church where we were often told to take care of our body because it was the temple of God. Unfortunately most of what was taught–or at least of what I heard–was the old southern “don’t smoke, drink, or chew or go with boys who do.” Once in a while I caught that I should think about what kinds of food I put into it, but I totally missed the idea of caring for my body as God’s temple by taking good care of it in the area of exercise.
I loved when Lysa wrote: “I want to . . . dedicate my exercise as a gift to Him and a gift to myself.”
Let’s join Lysa in the prayer: “Help me see the ability to exercise as a gift. I dedicate my temple to You and commit to start rebuilding it today.”
How about you? What do you do to add movement into your day? What exercise do you enjoy? Do you ever exercise just because it’s good for you even if it is not something you enjoy? If you keep doing it do you start enjoying it?
And what about schedule. How do you fit it into your busy days? If you don’t, could you add in once a week, then twice?
Saw this beautiful video and thought it was a perfect Christmas gift to share with all of you.
I’m pushing 50 but twinkle lights bring out the child in me. For the briefest of moments I am caught up in magic when I watch them blink out their message of hope.
To me they are joy personified, shouting out the hope that “into the darkness there came a great Light!”
Part of my goal in the shedding of extra weight is the shedding of the weight of sorrow, the too-serious Paula who can easily take up residence inside of me.
Twinkle lights bring out the play.
With the holidays upon me I’ve sought to return to my walking habits. I simply don’t want to ignore every piece of chocolate or holiday cookie. And so I need to move!
As it turns out the need for movement turned into what will be one of my favorite December memories of this year.
It was a gift of time, and it was given to me by my husband. I’d asked him to take a walk, but you know how it goes, there’s always so much work to be done. The next thing we knew it was dark.
But he went anyway when I asked, despite his weariness, despite the demands of his schedule. I don’t if he thought about how much I’d enjoy checking out neighborhood lights, but it was quickly apparent that his agenda included letting me feast on them to my heart’s content.
He held my hand and talked to me as we tramped all over the neighborhood. If there is anything I love as much as twinkle lights, it is holding hands and good conversation with my man. I may even like it better. ;o)
I had so much fun enjoying not only their beauty, but the playful and zany scenes created by them.
Good to know Santa bathes
And that He’s got that naughty and nice list saved on the computer.
But who knew he liked pizza?
You’d think he could do better than an outhouse.
As much as I enjoy the silly stuff, I love the nostalgic even more.
All in all, it was such a lovely night.
Jerry made sure we made the trek to this place,
which has decked out like this for at least 25 years.
Isn’t this scene sweet?
As I walked, full, happy, and alive, it was like God whispered to me, “You like this? Wait until you see the fullness of my galaxies of stars.” And I could almost see myself as some kind of cosmic being zipping in and out of space, drinking in the mysteries of the universe. As I thought about that I gazed at an almost full moon. I didn’t even try to capture it on my phone.
It was an amazing night.
So, my friends, celebrate the holidays this year by exploring your world one sidewalk at a time. Burn a few calories. Hold hands with someone special, chat with a friend, or simply get away by yourself. Pound the pavement to enjoy the lights. It’s sure to bring you . . .
(and better thighs.)
I love that word. It says so much more than quiet or still or silent.
It’s a breathless space. There is peace mingled with anticipation.
Yearning mixed with tranquility.
There is no disturbance.
It’s a mood of the heart.
It’s part of inside-out weight loss.
Shedding of the hurry, at least for a moment.
I didn’t grow up in a tradition of Advent. Actually there was no Christmas worship of any kind.
I’ve come to treasure Advent’s hush. This year my quiet span has included a book of daily readings from a Celtic Advent tradition–which means 6 whole weeks instead of four.
Each week I lit a new candle symbolizing Father, Holy Spirit, hope, peace, joy, and love. In a few days the final candle will burn, signifying the light of the Christ child, my Lover and Best Friend, Jesus.
In this span of hush my heart is quieted, yearning without disturbance. And when the crush of struggles invade my peace, this restful space helps me realign with all that is Good and Holy.
With Him, the Three in One, the Creator of all.
There has been no moment as precious as these to me this season.
For a short time, at least, I am able to turn from the cares that invade my day and simply rest.
I light a candle, “Praise to You, Loving Father, Creator of All, Most Powerful.”
And my heart kneels, submitting to One wiser than I.
I light a candle, “Praise You Holy Spirit. You are my Teacher, Guide, Counselor, and Friend.
I need Your direction today.”
And my heart kneels, welcoming His Guiding Presence.
I light a candle, “Thank you for hope.”
And my heart kneels, choosing belief over despair.
I light a candle, “Thank you for peace.”
And my heart kneels, releasing worry, embracing calm.
I light a candle, “Thank you for joy.”
And my heart kneels, claiming singing, dancing, swirling joy,
asking that He teach me to live like that.
I light a candle, “Thank you for love.”
And my heart kneels, receiving acceptance from the One.
Giving self permission for love. Allowing Love to permeate the parched places.
And soon I will light the last candle.
Breathless space, anticipating hush.
Complete in Jesus.
As the countdown to Christmas ticks away, my you embrace a quiet hush.