Runnin' uphill

As some of you are aware, I have been running again. I started this summer with James in the evenings, running in the field. Did you know that summers in Texas are HOT!!?? Anyway, since school started for the T girls, I found a trail, concrete, to run on that is peaceful and well traveled by other folks, so I don't have to worry about stalkers or mass murderers. (very much) I enjoy running it for the most part, as much as one can enjoy running. It's good for me and makes me feel good, when I'm done. Get to the point, Wendy. I know, I'm a little bit off target right now. I have been pondering my run this morning and wanted to share a little glimpse of what the Lord shared with me. Let me start by saying, I hate running hills. There. I. Said. It. I hate running hills. It is hard. It is daunting. It hurts. It makes my lungs hurt. It makes my chest heave. You get the picture. All my running career, as on and off as it has been, I have hated hills. Most of the time, I would just walk the hill. It wouldn't matter where I was on my clock. (run a minute, walk a minute etc...) I would walk the hill. On this past Saturday, I did the Harvest Run here in town. All the profits go to a local non profit that I love, so I try to do it every year. There is a HUGE hill on it. Surprise, I never run it. But, this year, I wanted to see if I could do it. Let me step back in time to last January. I trained for and ran a whole 5k without stopping. I wanted to see if I could do it. I was running with a group from Fort Worth Running Company, Moms on the Run. It was awesome. One of the ladies in the group ran slow like me. The difference was, when she got tired, she kept running, she just slowed way down, so she wouldn't stop. I started running next to her and I did it! I ran a whole 5k. I know that may not be a big deal for some, but it was for me. Fast forward again till now. I decided to use my trick and instead of walking this daunting hill, I would run, but just slow down. Guess what? Yep, you are right, I ran it. It felt awesome. That sense of accomplishment was so good! Now, today, I was tired. I guess all the consistent running this past couple of weeks caught up with me. The trail that I run is mostly uphill. Obviously, there are downhills too, but the uphills are crazy! Usually, I can make it up one or two of them on the way out, but the backside of the hills going back are brutal. This time while running today, I was chugging up a hill. I remember looking at the top and thinking, "Is it further today than it was Monday?" Then, the Lord spoke to me and said, "Look at the square at your feet and take one step at a time. Don't look to the top." So, who am I to argue with that. I looked down at the cement square bounding before me. "Huh, if I just look at it, the ground doesn't look like it's going up." My eyes moved, to the next one and the next one. Then I glanced up and I was only two squares away from the peak. Wow. What a feeling. The downhill behind it led me to my 1.5 mile turnaround marker. Now I had to run back up the hill. Ugh. One square at a time. Then I was there again. At the top. I did that the whole way back as I pondered how often it is that when the Lord sets a path before us and it looks all up hill, how daunting the task seems to be. How is it that we always stare at how far away the journey is and how hard it will be to get there? Instead, we should be looking at the next step because it's only a step away. Geesh, we can do that! It doesn't look so daunting if you just look at the step before you. BUT, one caveat, we must always keep the prize in mind. Look up occasionally at your hill to make sure you are still on target is important. You can't just run blindly and hope to stay in a straight line. Mythbusters proved you can't do it. I saw it. Paul says in Philippians 3:14 "I press on toward the goal to win the prize for which God has called me heavenward in Christ Jesus." That is the ultimate journey. To press on toward wherever God is leading you. Good or bad, He's clearing the path. He never said it was going to be easy, He said He would be with you. If we keep our eyes on Jesus and our feet taking one step at a time, we can make it to the top of the hill. We can do it! I encourage you, don't give up. Take it one step at a time. Be blessed, Until we read again...

Getting fit both spiritually and physically

Got a little challenge I am doing starting today. I want to share. More than anything, for accountability. This is a 5 week challenge through www.peak313.com called Living and Active. I will be checking in at least once a week to let you know how I did. The goal is to do a minimum of 4 workouts of at least 25 minutes each. Since I have been running again, that shouldn't be a problem. I run 3 miles and it takes WAY more than 25 minutes. Someday....maybe.... Ah-hem, stop dreaming. Anyway, I have to come up with a number 4 workout. James wants me to start doing some strength training, so I guess I can do that, but yuck. I guess it would help my flabby arms, right?? So, I say all this to let you know, that as I check in on at least Mondays, I will let you know, how many miles I ran, how much time it took me, what my extra workout was and I will also let you know how much Bible reading I did. Please drop me a word of encouragement if you have the time. I could use it. Be blessed. Until we read again...

And the Lord is Faithful...

"Lord, if you don't want me to do this, you will have to stop this or bring me the children you want me to have." Little did I know when I woke up from my tubal ligation in January of 2004, that indeed, He would follow through, not once, but twice. On April 1, 2005, the Lord brought me 3 little girls to care for. My 3 nieces. It was a long, dramatic, Child Protective Services case. Without going through all the details, for the purpose of this post, the ending was June 26, 2006 with a judge granting the adoption of the youngest member or those girls, Miranda. That expanded our family of 4, to a family of 5. Fast forward two weeks to July 5, 2006. I was invited by my mother in law to go with her to the birth of little miss Claire. It was an amazing moment in my life. I saw her and knew that she would be with me. Three months later, she still was not. I pleaded and waited, but the most I got was a weekend here or there. I remember folding laundry that day and praying about her. I felt and overwhelming sense of peace come over me and the Lord said, "It's not time yet." From that moment, I waited. Watching the situation unfold. Time after time, I thought, this could be it, but it never came. Years rolled by and I watched other people get to see her first steps, hear her first word, get her first tooth, write her first word, draw her first picture. My heart broke. I threw my fist at God and said, "Why, Lord!" "It's not time yet." My mother in law was diagnosed with cancer in January of 2011. She had not been feeling well for many months prior to that. She had already sent Claire to live with my sister in law. She knew that we wanted her and have since the beginning, but chose to send her to my sister in law anyway. Doubts filled my head. Did I hear God wrong? Did I make it up? I was angry. At everyone. I felt like, for some reason (satan's lies) my mother in law and sister in law did not think I was a good enough mom and needed to keep her away from me. (again lies from the evil one.) I felt like, this precious child, whom I knew was supposed to be with me, was with someone else and that is where she was going to stay. My mom in law had already made her will and left her with my sister in law. Book closed, end of story. BUT, in the back of my head, I heard Him reminding me, that even when there seems to be no way anything can ever change, HE CAN ALWAYS MAKE A WAY. I held on. And HE did. On November 5th, 2011, my husband called me and said his sister called him and said that she couldn't keep Claire. Her hands were too full and Claire wasn't working well in their family. She was a nightmare at school, uncontrollable at home, acting out. She spent most of her time in time out and my sister in law said that that wasn't fair to her or anyone else. Could we take her? This was on my husband's birthday. What a perfect gift! I went and picked her up the next morning. Elated, that my last T Girl was finally coming home, where she belongs. I knew that my hands would be full, by hearing the stories of how horrible she had been, however anytime that we had ever had her, we didn't have any behavior issues or acting out. She wasn't an angel, but never like what I heard. She was a different child. In fact, I don't think anyone believed me when I would tell them that she was great with us. But, after a few weeks, my mother in law saw a change in Claire. At this point, my mother in law's condition had worsened to the point where my husband, sister in law and myself were taking weekly rotations staying with her to take care of her. On one of my shifts, of course Claire was with me, we were watching tv in the evening. She looked at me and Claire cuddling on the couch and said that she knew that Claire was where she was supposed to be. She said Claire always cuddles with her, but she looks so peaceful and content with me. She told me I was so good with her. The next week, she changed her will to leave sweet Claire with us. On February 6th, 2012 my mother in law passed away. I still miss her. We had had our rocky times, but God always brought us back together. I won't go there now, but I want you to know, she was a great Grandma to her babies and a great mom/provider for her children. So, I write all this to share with you that as of 9/6/2012, I am the mom to 4 beautiful T girls! The adoption is final. It has been a rocky road, (love some ice cream right now...) but with the Lord guiding us, we have made it. I encourage you with my testimony, if the Lord promises something, He WILL make it happen. Even when it looks hopeless in the worlds eyes, keep your eyes looking at Him. He will make a way. One funny thing to share. A quotable quote with me. James and I are doing a bible study with the girls last week. We were reading about when Jesus tells the parable of the talents and how when you are faithful with little, God will give you more. I piped up and said, "Well, I guess God saw us faithful with our two girls because He gave us two more!" Everyone thought that was funny, but it is true. God did answer my prayer that day before I had surgery. He wasn't done with our family, yet. Be blessed, Until we read again...