Win The Game

We have struggles. That’s a pretty open idea for a blog post. I feel like discussing this with myself and I will share my inner dialogue with you…

We all have struggles. Some people have life altering problems, some have day-to-day struggles that are more like a pebble in their shoe, the formers problems are probably more like not having shoes. The older I get the more I get this idea that life is about pain. What a bitter-heart inducing realism, life equals pain. While I hold this thought true I also know that life is about love, to live is to love, to love is to hurt, to hurt is to love, etcetera, etcetera. Problem solved, when we accept this, all things fade and as we grab  hold of Gods giant hand we are raised like a Chinese monster villain walking through NYC. We are elevated, still feeling the heat, the problems, but looking at them from another view.

It’s the moments that make the difference. Those moments of crushing pain, the moments of blistering from the constant rubbing of the pebble in your shoe, the moments where choices are made. We’ve all seen the slogans, the status’, the pins, encouraging us to deal with these moments in grace and maturity, but actually acting in a way that is so counter to what our flesh wants to do is nothing short of excruciating sometimes.

She found true love, after fifty, now he’s dying of cancer.

She married her true love, had a few kids, and finds he’s cheated on her after several years of  “marital bliss.”

She has nowhere to call her own, a new baby and no plans for the future.

No one really knows her struggles with food, she eats several bags of Easter candy and finds herself hugging the toilet…again. She just can’t stop herself.

Everyday his wife makes him feel like child, she doesn’t respect him, just breaks him down.

He loves Jesus, but finds himself sexually attracted to men and the shame he feels inside is killing him, he has no one to talk to.

Pain.

Yesterday I was reading about this Ware dude, a basketball player, yes? I don’t follow sports, but his story was pretty incredible. Compound fracture, lying on the court, so many people watching him. All he does is lay there and yell, “WIN THE GAME.”

I read this article and I was encouraged. I felt like that is us, when we are immobilized by life, by the pain, by the hurt, the circumstances, we are lying on the court of life, the games is going to go on and we’re wounded. If we’re quit and still, if we stop and close our eyes, if we wait in the moment I think we can hear Him calling, deep within our spirit chanting…win the game, win the game. First in a soft hushed tone, almost a whisper, and then as we listen intenser still, louder it grows…WIN THE GAME.

Not to say life is a game…but there is definitely a strategy to it. These problems will get the best of us if we let them, this pain will wound us deep enough to kill us if we don’t listen to that voice and wait in the moment. I don’t know what that means for my examples, for me, that means I thank God for my problems, because if I let God use them, He will make me whole and strong. For me, this means I won’t always get an answer, but if I get up and hobble back into the game and keep fighting, there’s no limit to what God can do.

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Mo’nin

Woke up this morning and had some difficulty walking. A twelve-mile bike ride may have been a little much to start with. My backside, derriere, booty, or butt, whatever you call it, is extremely sore. I walked like a little old woman to the bathroom when I woke up this morning. Sigh, it was worth the price I’m paying in arrears. instant rimshot

Not sure yet what exercise I’ll do today…

Here’s an interesting tidbit I’ll share with you. I weigh less than I have in at least the last five years or so. I should (there I go already shouldding all over myself) be proud of my accomplishment. I am, until I remember a time when my current weight was atrocious. I’ve thought a lot about this and I know that the antidote is to continue to fight against that negative, self-defeating voice in my head. I do this by reaffirming myself, often.

Well I guess I should help the kid’s get ready for school. Busy day ahead, the laundry and bathrooms are calling my name. Have a great day.

Twentyfour down and six to go…

Aside

6 lb. from my goal. I’m running after this like Flo Jo…ok well maybe not that fast but I’m working hard. I have exactly eleven days to get there. Two of those days I will actually be in Atlanta hanging out and dining out so I should really shoot for next Thursday morning which will be a stretch.

I am watching my carbs big time after lunch and having nothing to eat after dinner. Once I hit this first goal I will relax a little and get back into a normal groove.

I decided to bail on Insanity. Ok, that’s not completely true. I did the full two months with Shaun T and had some left over workouts from days that I worked. It’s complicated how my mind works but here goes. The program is 6 days a week, but I work twelve-hour shifts every Saturday and Sunday so I don’t work out those days. So I told myself I was going to do every single day and not skip. Which would have made the program about a week and a half longer. So being that I started it Feb 28 and that my body is hurting like a mutha I decided to opt for a lower impact exercise for a while.

Today I rode twelve miles on my bike. I still hurt. Lots of hills. Great music. Wonderful six am ride. LOVE.

Check out the incredible Carne Asada salad I made tonight.

  • Field Greens
  • Spinach
  • Green Onion
  • Shredded Carrots
  • Cilantro
  • Red, Green, and Yellow Peppers
  • Avocado
  • Seasoned steak meat
  • Fat Free Lime Basil Vinaigrette
  • A serving of Chili Lime Tortilla Strips

A grand total of 353 Calories. Have a blessed night. And remember to treat yourself to that extra helping of grace, instead of the snacks. We ladies deserve to say pass on the crap, because we’ve self-abused long enough.

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