So,all my blog readers out there I will be once again attempting to do a bible study type post series. Once a week I will post a passage from Ruth. In small segments with my thoughts. You all feel free to follow me on Instagram its the most assured way you get the info on all my upcoming projects. And some heads up on posts. @fitnannyontherun
The posts will cover 5-10 verses each.
All you have to do is read it. I would love your opinions and insights as well. Feel free to post questions and thoughts on what you see or glean from the verses. Or even something that God is doing in your life. I also love to pray for you all out there so feel free to share or email your prayer requests to: nicjs025@gmail.com You can also share your thoughts on the blog and the passages there as well. And yes its a real email address 😆
I will be set to drop the first one on Monday night. Remember,my readers I am a fallen sinner and as such my level of understanding is flawed and not perfect. I am coming to you merely as a imperfect believer walking through my own journey and growing in my own ways. I will try to stay humble and very careful of my words. But,because I am human I will fail you. So instead of taking my words as fact, please speak to the one who created me. My Savior and his words are the only ones that hold any water in our fallen world.
Off I go to drink some coffee and study some Ruth... See you guys on Monday night.
Friday, December 30, 2016
Tuesday, December 27, 2016
Hydration
Water what about that simple drink we can get from a sink or bottle or refrigerator door. Water I kinda have a love and hate relationship with water. I love how I feel when I get enough water. But let's face it my day to day water consumption is just sad at best.
But ladies and gentleman, I am taking another step to be healthier by drinking enough water each day. So here are a few tips I use to get enough h2o in my days. I'm on the go a lot so I have to have an easy way to keep my mind on track as far as water goes. The rest of my life is a little not so on track 90% of the time. So, my fitbit is my best friend for this. My fitbit Alta is my little buddy looks like a smartwatch. But a few best features of it are the watch and the alarms (and of course the fitness and step tracking). My Alta buzzes and flashes the time at me at the set time I choose. So I set it for two times a day to remind me to keep my mind on my water goals. At 10 am and at 2 pm. These times help me to keep track of how much water I have drank and how much I have to still drink yet. Some days I smile and tap to dismiss the alarm.
The second tip I have is go buy 2 or three water bottles all different colors or styles. Why you ask ? Mood,and well we all have those days where we forget that pesky bottle in the car or ekk... we lose one.
Or one breaks there was one of my favorite life factory glass bottles that bit the dust in a car overnight in the middle of errrr... winter. In my defense, we had gotten home late from an event. So,I was tired and it was full of water. Therefore, pointing out my statement before about not having a good track record with water drinking. In Wisconsin it gets cold and sometime in the middle of the night the cold made my bottle bust into many pieces. However, the fantastic silicone outside sleeve to the bottle kept all the pieces encased.
Rabbit trail over...
So go buy two or three bottles. You can go cheap and basic but as a sort of water bottle collector I will tell you my two go to brands. I love my klean kanteens I have three. My other favorite is life factory. Klean kanteen's are stainless steel. And my Life Factory bottles are glass. Tomarrow, I will tell you why Love both of them. And why having more than one bottle is important
But ladies and gentleman, I am taking another step to be healthier by drinking enough water each day. So here are a few tips I use to get enough h2o in my days. I'm on the go a lot so I have to have an easy way to keep my mind on track as far as water goes. The rest of my life is a little not so on track 90% of the time. So, my fitbit is my best friend for this. My fitbit Alta is my little buddy looks like a smartwatch. But a few best features of it are the watch and the alarms (and of course the fitness and step tracking). My Alta buzzes and flashes the time at me at the set time I choose. So I set it for two times a day to remind me to keep my mind on my water goals. At 10 am and at 2 pm. These times help me to keep track of how much water I have drank and how much I have to still drink yet. Some days I smile and tap to dismiss the alarm.
The second tip I have is go buy 2 or three water bottles all different colors or styles. Why you ask ? Mood,and well we all have those days where we forget that pesky bottle in the car or ekk... we lose one.
Or one breaks there was one of my favorite life factory glass bottles that bit the dust in a car overnight in the middle of errrr... winter. In my defense, we had gotten home late from an event. So,I was tired and it was full of water. Therefore, pointing out my statement before about not having a good track record with water drinking. In Wisconsin it gets cold and sometime in the middle of the night the cold made my bottle bust into many pieces. However, the fantastic silicone outside sleeve to the bottle kept all the pieces encased.
Rabbit trail over...
So go buy two or three bottles. You can go cheap and basic but as a sort of water bottle collector I will tell you my two go to brands. I love my klean kanteens I have three. My other favorite is life factory. Klean kanteen's are stainless steel. And my Life Factory bottles are glass. Tomarrow, I will tell you why Love both of them. And why having more than one bottle is important
Thursday, December 22, 2016
My Stadler Pens
These pens well they kinda go with me everywhere... Work, home,church,bible study .
They are my go-to writing utensil for many reasons:
They are .3mm which if you are obsessed with pens like me you know .3mm pens are not easy to find. Sure they have drawing pens and such in smaller and the same mm as these. But they bleed through stuff, dry out and frankly any less then .3mm break far to easily. So stadler wins hands down in all three of these problem areas. They are a nice thin thickness for note- taking and such. And amazing for writing smaller or basically any type of writing. The porous tip allows no ink bleeding, but keeps writing even when stored upside down. Which as you can see you do in the provided case. Other pens of this type seem to have the dry tip issues if stored upside down. The pigment from these stays very regular and doesn't seem to lessen much with continued use (adult coloring :) or long hours of use).
The shape- OK, at first glance you might not see the shape difference but these pens are actually triangular in shape and not round. At first I was thinking while its unique it didn't seem like it would effect the use much. Well, I was wrong it effects the use quite a bit in fact it makes using the pens more comfortable and easier to get a good grip.
The ink, it dries almost instantly helpful for me.I'm a left- handed writer so I always hate pens I use that take 30 seconds to dry because it gets my hand all inky and the writting smears. These don't smear at all the only time I have had smearing issues is if the surface I am writing on isn't made for pen ink. Like plastic or glossy paper. Which if we're honest,most pens besides a sharpie or other permanent ink pen will smear in those situations.
Saturday, December 17, 2016
Money-wise tip...
Chip Gaines said this so well "growing up my parents said we will provide for your needs and you provide for your wants" meaning if he wanted a game or such in middle school his dad would help him find a way to make the money. And Chip would earn the money and buy it. - from the book The Magnolia Story. By Chip and Joanna Gaines
Reminds me of my parents we always had our needs met. But they helped us navigate the wants. My mom and dad always helped us find ways to earn money and yet taught us how patience felt. It took me almost a year and a half of saving but i bought myself a wii years back.They taught us how to see money as a blessing and puttig it in the right level of importance. Money is neccesary but it cant be everything. Still today, I find myself at the store looking at an item going is this a want or a need. Hearing my dad always say things like how long do you have to work to pay for that it? Sticks with me. Life isn't about things its about moments and family and friends. Some of my finest memories are moments with friends and family laughing and talking. You can't put a price or a tag on that. Go Live... Work will not be in the room when you take your last breathe, people will be.😉😃
Reminds me of my parents we always had our needs met. But they helped us navigate the wants. My mom and dad always helped us find ways to earn money and yet taught us how patience felt. It took me almost a year and a half of saving but i bought myself a wii years back.They taught us how to see money as a blessing and puttig it in the right level of importance. Money is neccesary but it cant be everything. Still today, I find myself at the store looking at an item going is this a want or a need. Hearing my dad always say things like how long do you have to work to pay for that it? Sticks with me. Life isn't about things its about moments and family and friends. Some of my finest memories are moments with friends and family laughing and talking. You can't put a price or a tag on that. Go Live... Work will not be in the room when you take your last breathe, people will be.😉😃
Wednesday, December 14, 2016
Why I am still running?
Ok so I have been working all summer on my goal of faster 10ks. And a pipe dream of a Half Marathon next summer. And I had proved that I could run a half on my own in August. So I was good with just waiting until next year.
I was happy with my speed while out on my own,and the de-stressing of running. If I am stressed I run. If I am sad I run. If I feel well pretty much any emotion in the book I run. Its how I cope with life. And the legs it gives you are not too shabby either😂. I was running 8 miles, loving how I felt after. In all honesty I like long runs because I get to.just be on my own and think things over and listen to my music. And the sights around me are amazing. I love my small town and my state the hills and trees. Farms and cows that stare at you as you run past their pasture. Ok I am a complete dork I moo at the cows as I run. And then giggle like a teenager at them staring at me. My whole body has strengthened, and I feel amazing after a run.
Still,I was content with my 6-10 mile runs and didn't feel like I needed to push to do a half marathon race this fall. Then one of my good friends started encouraging me to.do a half. I just kept saying I will in summer next year. Then when they decided last min. to do a half marathon. I caved and did it. I loved the first ten miles and I felt awesome at 7 miles. Then at 10-11 miles my body started to want to stop but my drive kicked in and I said you got this. Then I was re energized I wanted to be super peppy at the last mile. But I saved just enough pep to cross that finish line with a smile on my face. They announced my name and handed me a medal at the line and I was happy and so proud of what I had just done. Amazed at myself and the ups and downs of training and how good I felt. Would I do another one yes and I plan to do one in May 2017. I finished in 2 hours and 16 minutes. Or 2:16 . I am excited to strengthen my body with other workouts as well as running to speed my time up. I am as motivated as ever to continue my goal of faster races. Running has changed more than just how I look but also its changed me. I have done some things I never ever thought I would or even could do. It's a huge part of my life now and I even look forward to running for years to come
Why I run?
Seems like a pretty easy question to answer,right. But it's not as black and white as you might think it is. Why I started running, and why I am still running are two different answers.
Why I started running?
I originally started running just to do something active and cheap. And if I am honest so I could listen to my music for a half hour. I also was encouraged and motivated by my dad and a few of my friends. Who were able to be active and healthy while working full-time and since I had just jumped into the working full-time boat. I felt like it was a good idea. The first challenge was knowing that where I live I was going to have to concur hills. We live in a town built on a big hill and its surrounded by hills so you can't go more then a mile without a hill and some are decent sized. So, as I stood ready to run the very first time I stared down the hill and simply tried to ignore the hill after it. I started running down this hill and got to the bottom feeling ok, and frankly pretty confident. Across the bridge I go at the bottom and still confident. I started running up the hill. I got about 50 feet and started walking, breathing to hard to do more running. The confident feeling gone and my willpower almost on zero. Pausing to wonder who's brilliant idea this was anyways. I finished one mile that day of running around my 3 mile loop. Consisting of 2 miles of walking. I got home and I was mad I didn't feel the famed runners high and I was tired.
I wanted to give up right then and there. I had started this to get trained for a 5k. I was starting to think that was a pretty good pipe dream and nothing else. But there was just enough of my very stubborn self that wasn't going to let this running thing get the best of me. Just ask my family they will tell you I am as stubborn as can be. Sometimes to a fault. If I decide I want something bad enough I am hard to stop. Sometimes I swear a trank dart is about the only thing to stop me.
So three days later once I could walk again without a lot of soreness. There I stood at the top of that hill again. Staring down that hill willing myself to make it up that hill this time. Giving that hill the meanest look I could. Again, I made it to the bridge feeling ok and confident but a little scared. I started up that hill and got about half way up and had to walk. Feeling better this time for having made it quite a bit farther. I walked only half of this three mile loop this time. Running a mile and a half. Still feeling like the 5k was a bit too much to ask for.
For the rest of that summer every three days or so I would run the 3.1 miles. At the end of that summer I ran most of the 5k. Concuring my goal for that summer. But I still wasn't satisfied I felt like I could do more. Over the winter I barely ran. I have such a hatred of running on a treadmill and outside is not going to happen in -0 temps. And also my work schedule in winter is 50-60 hours. I started up the next summer with a goal to do a 10k. And I did it. That was last summer. Tomorrow,I will tell you how I am doing this summer. And what my goals are now. Also, I will share: Why i am still running?😜
Why I started running?
I originally started running just to do something active and cheap. And if I am honest so I could listen to my music for a half hour. I also was encouraged and motivated by my dad and a few of my friends. Who were able to be active and healthy while working full-time and since I had just jumped into the working full-time boat. I felt like it was a good idea. The first challenge was knowing that where I live I was going to have to concur hills. We live in a town built on a big hill and its surrounded by hills so you can't go more then a mile without a hill and some are decent sized. So, as I stood ready to run the very first time I stared down the hill and simply tried to ignore the hill after it. I started running down this hill and got to the bottom feeling ok, and frankly pretty confident. Across the bridge I go at the bottom and still confident. I started running up the hill. I got about 50 feet and started walking, breathing to hard to do more running. The confident feeling gone and my willpower almost on zero. Pausing to wonder who's brilliant idea this was anyways. I finished one mile that day of running around my 3 mile loop. Consisting of 2 miles of walking. I got home and I was mad I didn't feel the famed runners high and I was tired.
I wanted to give up right then and there. I had started this to get trained for a 5k. I was starting to think that was a pretty good pipe dream and nothing else. But there was just enough of my very stubborn self that wasn't going to let this running thing get the best of me. Just ask my family they will tell you I am as stubborn as can be. Sometimes to a fault. If I decide I want something bad enough I am hard to stop. Sometimes I swear a trank dart is about the only thing to stop me.
So three days later once I could walk again without a lot of soreness. There I stood at the top of that hill again. Staring down that hill willing myself to make it up that hill this time. Giving that hill the meanest look I could. Again, I made it to the bridge feeling ok and confident but a little scared. I started up that hill and got about half way up and had to walk. Feeling better this time for having made it quite a bit farther. I walked only half of this three mile loop this time. Running a mile and a half. Still feeling like the 5k was a bit too much to ask for.
For the rest of that summer every three days or so I would run the 3.1 miles. At the end of that summer I ran most of the 5k. Concuring my goal for that summer. But I still wasn't satisfied I felt like I could do more. Over the winter I barely ran. I have such a hatred of running on a treadmill and outside is not going to happen in -0 temps. And also my work schedule in winter is 50-60 hours. I started up the next summer with a goal to do a 10k. And I did it. That was last summer. Tomorrow,I will tell you how I am doing this summer. And what my goals are now. Also, I will share: Why i am still running?😜
Tuesday, December 13, 2016
Santevia power water stick~review
I love to buy bottled water like Smart water and Fiji water. When I do I love how it tastes and how much easier it is to drink more water it is when it tastes so good and crisp. I literally go nutty for Smart water. But to be honest its not an expense I like to spend on anymore. And I don't like the thought of still drinking out of plastic. Who knows what chemicals could be helping it taste good leeching from that bottle. Then there's the non reusable part about the bottles. I have recently started drinking more water again. And also trying to not drink out of plastic water bottles. But man sometimes I get lazy and like to just grab and go (you feel me). So I kept falling off the wagon when it got easier to just grab and go. And smart water I crave that flavor. So I was at a local health food store browsing and saw the normal filters and pitchers and such. But this little box caught my eye.
I read the front and was excited it reduces Chlorine, adds minerals and raises pH. And the best part is it improves taste. And the price tag wasn't too bad at just under $20. I love it just a fyi though, make sure to activate it in hot water first before use. Perhaps my blonde hair prevented me from reading all the words on the box. :) I love this little stick though and the great thing is it is made out of stainless steel so it wont leech anything into your water. And the flavor with this little guy is really good and crisp. Finally found a good tasting water and it also raises pH in the water. Which if you have researched pH at all you know all that a lower or higher than healthy pH can do. And for us ladies how much pH has an effect on our hormones and such. And paired with my favorite stainless steel water bottle from Klean Kanteen and bam its almost magical. Happy healthy water drinking to all of you. One way to stay healthier everyday.
Disclaimer: all products mentioned and shown were purchased by me, I am not getting any compensation for my opinions
Coffee and Life...
Yes, I have a caffeine/coffee obsession. And there are both good and bad sideeffects of such an obsession. A good side effect is I am waaayyy more awake then I would be with out it. But a bad side effect of it is that I get headaches if I don't have it. There are many plusses to coffee and caffeine and so far the plusses still outweigh the bad. That's why my local Starbucks staff knows me so well. Starbucks is my catnip,and a reward for working all day.
Life is a lot like the need for coffee/caffiene. How?
Well, in the morning when I am half coherant and still laying there giving myself and my dog a morning pep talk. And my dog is a fantastic listener by the way. He gets a ton out of these little talks... Well,ok he sleeps through most of them. But its good stuff trust me. And during these little pre-coffee, caffeine free moments. It's when I decide my attitude for the day. Am I going to rock it and rule the world. Or am I going to let the world rule me. Some days it takes making my dog get out of bed and deciding I can do this. While sleepily getting coffee. Some days I wake up and crank my favorite song of that day and put on my outfit. Already one cup of coffee into my day. One of those look out world moments.
Its the time when I decide if God or Satan is going to help me through that day. Ladies, honestly some days I let Satan rule when I could have had a better day. God wants to rule and should rule everyday but for me sometimes life has pulled the God card out of the deck for that day. I lay there mind reeling, about the to-dos and work and of all the people in my life. Life has an easy way of pulling our mind to an earthly and easily swayed by Satan place. Like the difference between my caffeinated and non-caffienated mind. My mind untainted by the world and life says "thy will be done, Lord".
And my heart feels so peaceful and the day seems easier to tackle. And my heart yearns for everyday to feel like that. But man, the pull of the world and Satan is so strong. I need God's peace and presence to even do this thing we call life. He has to be my Rock or my dear ones all I see is pain and despare. Days when I am trying on my own two feet, I fall down and end up feeling uncaffinated. Because,I forgot my dose of God that morning. I don't forget my coffee for fear of withdrawal headaches. God needs to be not forgotten lest we feel the pains of this world without our fathers protective hand. This world is dark and lonley. In his hands we can be sure that we will be unnafraid and unashamed. So wave that God card high and sip that coffee and step into the day the Lord has made.
Monday, December 12, 2016
Get to know me...
Nicole Barnet
My age : 25
My Job ? I'm a Nanny to 4 Amazing Children.
How tall am I ? 5 feet. 6 inches.
My Car ? Burgandy Honda Pilot (red wine colored if you ask me)
My Middle Name? Joy
My favorite drink? Coffee during the day and Wine at night
Favorite song right now? Hmm.... this girl loves music but I would say Remmington by Granger Smith
Country or City ? Well as of now I would say city (i live in a small town Population 1,500) But I want so badly to be in the Country.
My favorite food? Noodles or pasta however you say it 😉
Favorite book? Jesus >Religion by Jefferson Bethke
Favorite Color ? Teal
Any pets ? Yes, my crazy little shadow of a dog. Gus, hes a Yorkiepoo or a Yorkshire Terrier/Poodle Mix. Hes my baby. I spoil him😉hes so loyal though.
Favorite Holiday ? Christmas😨 hands down. In our house Christmas has always been the best holiday we all get giddy and that Christmas spirit they talk about my family runs on it in December. We know how to get Christmas done right.
Favorite store? American Eagle for clothes. Target for everything else. Ulta for makeup and beauty stuff. You all feel me right 😆
Favorite Movie? I can't. Pick one... so
The Notebook, The Avengers, Becoming Jane, The Hobbit (all 3) 😜
Favorite TV show ? Gilmore Girls 😃
PC or Mac ? PC all the way
What phone do I have? Samsung S6 in Gold
I am a Samsung Girl all the way... 😍
Sunday, December 11, 2016
Thankfulness and Cheer...
Sitting here halfway between Thanksgiving and Christmas day. A few thoughts from my heart today.
Thanksgiving is a man made and an oh so blessed day of remembrance and thankful hearts. We eat a ton of Food, and we eat a pie all by yourself and vow to run on Friday to work it off. Most of us are thankful for family and loved ones. Some are missing loved ones who have passed away. Some are alone,some are as blessed as they can be. Some are praying for better times to come. And some are just enjoying the life in front of their eyes. Children running around with no worries, parents trying to avoid a sugar high and a hectic ride home Adults talking and laughing with a few memories of years ago. The young adults trying to take in all the wisdom and hear all the caution in some hard times being reminisced about. Games and holiday football games fill the air. Thanksgiving is so blessed and good. But my favorite holiday is still Christmas and here's why...
Its the second most life changing day in history. The birth of my Creator's Son. The day the world went from hopeless to saved and redeemed. The Trinity was complete, Jesus had sent his greatest gift to the world. His Son whom he already knew the years of his life and the moment he would ask him to die for not one, not some, but ever man, women, child unborn and living. From the start of the world till he calls us home. My heart yearns more and more for the moment I will see my Saviors face. Pain and darkness feel so looming, and destruction is all around Satan's gripping so many souls . Some days I feel so overwhelmed with thankfulness, and some I just see pain, bitterness and hardheartedness. I shed so many tears for those who are alone and sad this happy time of year. But if I am honest I have my lonely moments as well especially this time of year. The word single seems to grow wings and hover over almost every blessed moment.
But on Christmas or the days surrounding that day my heart feels a turn towards the Cross and the Manger. I re-read the almost memorized story from my bible of His birth. Always thinking I know every detail,so what's the point. But every year,some new aspect seems to worm its way into my heart and settle me into a wonderfully happy place. I watch the snow and notice how calm and pretty the trees look in a blanket of white. I drive up the mountain near my house and stand atop it looking at the fields, trees, streets and houses below. Taking in the beauty of His creation. There are still moments where I grumble about the snow and as I am chipping ice off my car I say I hate winter. Words which I take back every time I see a young child take in their first snow fall. It knocks the cold out of my heart and I'm right back at 2 with that child, watching their eyes in wonder and amazement at this simple yet special thing we get to enjoy. I love reverting back to five-year's old sledding down a hill or going to get the tree. I again see my father's hand letting the snow be the special thing it's meant to be. And some days I even say as I step outside into the bitter Wisconsin air. Why, Why, do I choose to live in the state that gets the nickname "frozen tundra" and for a good reason may I add. I mean one day it can be 45 and the next its maybe 20 and snowflakes are falling. So this season I am looking at the Bible and God for my hope and peace. And choosing to see the world through nature and the beauty of Christmas through a childlike and honest way.
My point is, take in all the moments from pie eating, to sleeping by the tree. Rolling past houses with lights, throw a few snowballs and be 5. Give away joy and love freely. And worship the heavenly King that came oh so sweetly many years ago. Wish everyone a Merry Christmas!! Memories With God in your corner you will make it through whatever you are going through. Just hang on to hope and leave the pain at Jesus's feet. Gods hand can handle the broken pieces. Just trust Him. Even the most lonely of hearts can be filled with a hope and light if you choose to see it like that. God has good plans for you so dear ones let your heart ache and cry tears in the hard moments and laugh in the good ones. Life will try to tear the happiness of the season. Satan will seek to rip all the remaining fun from the holidays. Single or not you are a part of this world and the very God who created the baby in the manger. Created you as well, that's a love beyond what we can even grasp. This season God and I are understanding each other better. Single will not define my Christmas no matter how much it wants to. Merry Christmas to all of you! May God be with you today and everyday!
Monday, February 15, 2016
My second awakening...
I just want to say first that this post is going to be a tough one to write... not many people know this story. More like, no one knows this whole story. It's not my proudest time in my life. It's a story of how God got me to my rock bottom. It all started with graduating high school. I had zero friends. I am not saying I had a few 'kind of' friends. I am talking zero friends. Then, in the coming weeks, I started getting chronic stomach aches. The stomach aches started causing weight loss and I didn't want to eat. I was actually afraid to eat. I had no need to get out of bed. I truly was afraid to get out of bed, fearing I'd make a bigger mess of my life, whatever life that was. I was working a few hours a week, taking care of children. It's one of the only things that got me out of bed. It was such a blessing. I am pretty sure without it I would have gone into a deeper depression. I would wake up and just stare at the sky out my window and cry. I felt so worthless and alone. I had nothing in me and God was just a pal. I'd had Him around since I was 11. He was my buddy. I didn't need to lean on Him. I had this under control, even though deep down I knew something had to change. I am a master at the plastered genuine smile when life sucks. I can still put on a happy 'I am just fine' smile. People rarely catch on to the fact that I am dying underneath. It's a blessing and a curse, really. One night, I wasn't sleeping because my stomach was hurting so bad and my body was weak from not eating. My Bible cover had gathered dust. I was so sad and I didn't want to be told I needed that book. I would look at it and feel so guilty, afraid, alone, and so fallen. The thought of reading it felt archaic and pointless. The pain wouldn't stop, I wasn't sleeping, my tears and mind came to the conclusion that I was worthless and why was I still breathing? I mean, really, why? What was I doing ? Would anyone care if I wasn't breathing? I knew my family would but was that enough? I almost didn't care. Something deep inside me whispered, "Child, I'm here!" This thought settled my heart enough that I fell asleep. The next morning I opened my eyes and still felt the same, no change. That Bible still gathered dust. My tears still ran. My stomach still hurt. My weight still dropped. I still thought I could do this alone. I mean, it couldn't get worse, could it? Really, what more could happen? I didn't think it could or would. And while it didn't get worse, it was getting more serious. My weight was sitting at 99 pounds. I was so weak and scary thin. I knew something had to change. I just was so overwhelmed. I had nothing left. That night I had ended up on the basement floor in a ball with a blanket, tears flowing, and all I could say is, "I've got nothing left." My stomach still hurt. We had gone to the doctor, drawn blood, done labs. Nothing, no medical reason for the physical pain. I had no future planned. Didn't have the littlest idea of how I was going to do this. I was sitting in that ball in the dark. All I really could say was, "I am so cold, alone, scared, skinny and I have nothing left." Then I heard that voice in my head again that said, "Child, I'm here!" And this time I answered. All I could say was, "Why, God, why? Why am I in this place? I didn't ask for this. I have nothing left." With tears streaming down my cheeks, I said, "Lord, please take this pain away from me," hoping and praying it would all just poof, go away. It didn't. My reality was still me in the basement on the floor in the dark. I wanted to be mad at God. But instead, all I could feel was a calm and His warm, presence and I couldn't say anything. All I knew is my Lord was right there with me. He still cared and I had no clue why. I thought I was too far gone, out of God's reach. I had fallen too far, or so I thought. But the warmth around me spoke a different story. It said, "Child,I'm here!" He was there in the basement, He came into my mess. His presence spoke of hope and faith and the words I needed to hear. I knew in those moments that I was going to make it through this.
Wednesday, January 20, 2016
A Simpler Life ~
As I am writing,Automatic by Miranda Lambert is playing and it inspired today's thoughts. Its one of those days where I keep thinking about how life gets so hectic. I love slow days where all I have to do is whatever I want to do. But let's be honest here, how often do those days happen? Sadly, being an adult doesn't allow for days like that very often. Work, children, errands, working out, and the list goes on and on. And it seems to be that the older I get, the more to-do's trickle their way into my life. Technology screams for my attention. My phone gets more and more essential to life. I joke that l'd be a mess without my phone when, in all reality, it's pretty true. That little pocket-sized device has a way of sending me into a panic if it goes missing or runs out of battery. I communicate in texts and Facebook messages. I am not a big phone-call girl. I don't talk on the phone much at all. But I do like my messaging. Seems like everything has to be instant. We get frustrated if someone doesn't have an answer and we have to look it up right away. Instagram and Twitter show our life in little snippets of time.
So today I'm thinking about the 'good old days.' When, I think of being a kid and we had VHS and corded phones and when we got a cordless phone, we felt fancy. Dial-up internet--oh my, slowest thing ever, right? Not being able to connect to the internet because someone is on the phone. A 90's kid with her portable CD player, headphones, and roller blades. Thought I was the coolest kid ever. Cassette tape decks in every car, CD player if you had a new fancy car. Radio was just your local stations. Hoping your favorite radio station would work till you got wherever you were going. Hills and tall buildings stunk for radio. We had tube TVs and eventually satellite but no DVRs. Weather was looking at the sky or watching the local news, or turning on the radio or watching the weather channel, waiting for the local weather. No cell phones. If you were away from home, no one could call you. Amazingly, we survived just fine. Pink notepad and pen by the phone for taking messages for someone else. If they weren't there when someone called for them, and you happened to answer it. Waiting all day to sit down and watch your favorite show on TV, at the time it was on. If you missed it, hoping a rerun would be on someday so you could see it. Video game controllers with cords and having to sit on the floor because the cord didn't reach the couch. Video game cartridges, blowing on them when they didn't work to get dust off so you could play them. Summer meant playing outside and using our imaginations, with the occasional rainy-day TV day. I may or may not have watched Snow White so many times I wore out the tape. Yes, you could wear out VHS or cassette tapes. The panic over a broken or unrolled tape, hoping the break or crinkle in the tape wouldn't disrupt the movie too much. Splicing the tape back together, hoping it wouldn't get stuck in the VCR or tape deck. The only cellphones were head sized and antennas like a beacon. They were not very good and reception sucked. We waited days for mail and letters in the mail were like a mini gift. Disposable cameras and film cameras and getting them developed. Paper pictures in your hands or in albums. Life as a kid even for me seemed so simple electronics hadn't taken over yet.
I find myself dreaming and yearning for a simpler time. I think about how my parents grew up with a lot less. Seeing the people they are today makes me think that maybe less really is better. They were by no means rich, money wise. My grandparents worked long, hard days providing for their children. My parents grew up with chores such as milking cows in the early morning and right after dinnertime. They talk about the farm and milking cows and plowing fields and making hay. I find myself wanting to be on a farm--less stuff, hard work, an old house with lots of land. I have always been a country girl at heart who happened to grow up in a small town--a city girl, dreaming of no street lights, a barn, a yard that's big enough to have a garden as big as I want. A yard that a dog can run around for hours on. I want goats and chickens, and the wide open space, a life that is simpler and slower. I want my children someday to see how my grandparents and parents lived life. I want a modern life with a nod to the old days which were good times. My mom talks about her family singing around their piano. My dad talks of shenanigans in the barn and hay mow. Their houses were full of life and love. I find myself wanting my children to have a home with hard work, life, love and singing. I might have grown up in town, but my parents somehow still instilled in us a simple, country-like mindset. Appreciating what we have and remembering the hard work that it took to have what we have. My daddy worked hard and yet he still made it to all of our games and special events. He is the biggest inspiration of what a godly man should look like and be. My brothers both learned well from him. We didn't have much money but we were rich because we had love and faith. We knew that no matter what, we had and still do have, each other.
We fell in love with God and our faith grew. Sunday mornings before church would find my dad playing guitar and singing hymns and other worships songs. You could hear singing coming from all corners of our house. Singing was a part of our lifestyle. We all caught the music bug. Our house was never quiet. It was filled with laughter and questions about life and, once in awhile, tears. My parents never made us afraid to ask anything. We always asked any questions we had. God was a daily part of my childhood. He was a part of everything my parents did and still do. We asked questions and figured out our own faith. They taught us that God was powerful and His love was and is unfailing, but that we still had to seek Him with our own hearts and lives to really have a real understanding of God. We made God our own, and our faith was our own. My parents took us to church. but church was more than a building growing up. It was my second home. My parents were very involved in the music and other ministries in church. My friends were all in our church. Our church was a big family.
All in all, my point is that even though we have all these new electronics and technology races forward, don't forget what makes life great. Simple is better and it's just as good as being rich. Find your joy in God and family and love and you will be rich.
https://youtu.be/TVYLN4_IZgcAutomatic
So today I'm thinking about the 'good old days.' When, I think of being a kid and we had VHS and corded phones and when we got a cordless phone, we felt fancy. Dial-up internet--oh my, slowest thing ever, right? Not being able to connect to the internet because someone is on the phone. A 90's kid with her portable CD player, headphones, and roller blades. Thought I was the coolest kid ever. Cassette tape decks in every car, CD player if you had a new fancy car. Radio was just your local stations. Hoping your favorite radio station would work till you got wherever you were going. Hills and tall buildings stunk for radio. We had tube TVs and eventually satellite but no DVRs. Weather was looking at the sky or watching the local news, or turning on the radio or watching the weather channel, waiting for the local weather. No cell phones. If you were away from home, no one could call you. Amazingly, we survived just fine. Pink notepad and pen by the phone for taking messages for someone else. If they weren't there when someone called for them, and you happened to answer it. Waiting all day to sit down and watch your favorite show on TV, at the time it was on. If you missed it, hoping a rerun would be on someday so you could see it. Video game controllers with cords and having to sit on the floor because the cord didn't reach the couch. Video game cartridges, blowing on them when they didn't work to get dust off so you could play them. Summer meant playing outside and using our imaginations, with the occasional rainy-day TV day. I may or may not have watched Snow White so many times I wore out the tape. Yes, you could wear out VHS or cassette tapes. The panic over a broken or unrolled tape, hoping the break or crinkle in the tape wouldn't disrupt the movie too much. Splicing the tape back together, hoping it wouldn't get stuck in the VCR or tape deck. The only cellphones were head sized and antennas like a beacon. They were not very good and reception sucked. We waited days for mail and letters in the mail were like a mini gift. Disposable cameras and film cameras and getting them developed. Paper pictures in your hands or in albums. Life as a kid even for me seemed so simple electronics hadn't taken over yet.
I find myself dreaming and yearning for a simpler time. I think about how my parents grew up with a lot less. Seeing the people they are today makes me think that maybe less really is better. They were by no means rich, money wise. My grandparents worked long, hard days providing for their children. My parents grew up with chores such as milking cows in the early morning and right after dinnertime. They talk about the farm and milking cows and plowing fields and making hay. I find myself wanting to be on a farm--less stuff, hard work, an old house with lots of land. I have always been a country girl at heart who happened to grow up in a small town--a city girl, dreaming of no street lights, a barn, a yard that's big enough to have a garden as big as I want. A yard that a dog can run around for hours on. I want goats and chickens, and the wide open space, a life that is simpler and slower. I want my children someday to see how my grandparents and parents lived life. I want a modern life with a nod to the old days which were good times. My mom talks about her family singing around their piano. My dad talks of shenanigans in the barn and hay mow. Their houses were full of life and love. I find myself wanting my children to have a home with hard work, life, love and singing. I might have grown up in town, but my parents somehow still instilled in us a simple, country-like mindset. Appreciating what we have and remembering the hard work that it took to have what we have. My daddy worked hard and yet he still made it to all of our games and special events. He is the biggest inspiration of what a godly man should look like and be. My brothers both learned well from him. We didn't have much money but we were rich because we had love and faith. We knew that no matter what, we had and still do have, each other.
We fell in love with God and our faith grew. Sunday mornings before church would find my dad playing guitar and singing hymns and other worships songs. You could hear singing coming from all corners of our house. Singing was a part of our lifestyle. We all caught the music bug. Our house was never quiet. It was filled with laughter and questions about life and, once in awhile, tears. My parents never made us afraid to ask anything. We always asked any questions we had. God was a daily part of my childhood. He was a part of everything my parents did and still do. We asked questions and figured out our own faith. They taught us that God was powerful and His love was and is unfailing, but that we still had to seek Him with our own hearts and lives to really have a real understanding of God. We made God our own, and our faith was our own. My parents took us to church. but church was more than a building growing up. It was my second home. My parents were very involved in the music and other ministries in church. My friends were all in our church. Our church was a big family.
All in all, my point is that even though we have all these new electronics and technology races forward, don't forget what makes life great. Simple is better and it's just as good as being rich. Find your joy in God and family and love and you will be rich.
https://youtu.be/TVYLN4_IZgcAutomatic
Sunday, January 3, 2016
James 1:1-4
Grab some coffee or tea and here we go...
The first verse of the chapter might seem pretty simple, telling you who James is and who he is speaking to.
That is what I thought as well, until I looked it up in a commentary. Then my mind changed. It is a much deeper verse than it seems at first. Here is the first commentary note on it. There are two more notes but this one caught my eye the most. Please, by all means, take a look at the other notes. So interesting.
(commentary info taken from Bible Gateway and it's the Matthew Henry's commentary)
Verse 1 ~ James, a servant of God and of the Lord Jesus Christ,
The biggest reason this one caught my eye was because James was at a high rank in the eyes of God but still wanted to be addressed as a "servant". Before reading the commentary I would have never realized this fact. Another note for verse 1 is that he says not only is he a servant of God but also of the Lord Jesus Christ. Seemed a little redundant as I read it the first time or two but then after you read the commentary notes, you see that God and the Lord Jesus Christ are both mentioned because, as the commentary says, "we cannot acceptably serve the Father, unless we are servants of the Son." OK, that makes me go whoa, a little. Basically, here then he is saying not only am I servant of God but I also follow and serve the Lord Jesus Christ. The importance of understanding the trinity is clear here. You can't have one without the others; they are all one. Powerful message in half a verse. The other half of verse one is pretty self explanatory. It is written to the the twelve tribes. It does mention however that the tribes are scattered among nations. But makes sense over time that the tribes naturally moved around.
Verse 2 ~ Consider it pure joy, my brothers and sisters, whenever you face trials of many kinds,
Now lets just start by saying, how many of us see a trial in our life and immediately react with joy? No, that does not happen. Many times we react with our flesh rather than respond with our spirit to trials. I'll bet that every single one of us would love if our reaction was in fact joy when we face trials. If you're like me, your reaction is more likely one of "why" or "no", or, if I am honest, one of anger or resentment at first. Then usually, after awhile, when I have resigned myself to the fact that it is God who has put a trial in my path, my heart goes to a more submissive or even desperate place. After that phase I eventually find my way to the final stage and preferred response which, lets face it, happens at the end of the trial, or sometimes even after, of joy and thankfulness or of realizing the growth that was obtained through the trial. Sigh. I see how much work God still has to do in me to get my reaction to be joy. My friends, it's so important to remember that our Father knows it all and is right there in the midst of our trials. He has seen it all. And also keep in mind that he 'works all things together for the good of those who love Him'. The last part of verse 2 I like because it specifies that there will be trials of many kinds. That has a calming effect on my heart reading that. It reminds my heart that God already knows the trials we will face and in this phrase he acknowledges this.
Verse 3 ~ because you know that the testing of your faith produces perseverance
This verse conveys a different idea entirely because it talks about not only faith but also testing your faith. Faith can be such a touchy thing because we feel so unsure of even what faith is. We struggle with if we have enough of it. We read the verse that says "if you have faith of a mustard seed". Have you ever seen a mustard seed? It's so tiny. This reminds me of something I heard someone say once, "You don't need big faith in God, you just need faith in a big God." We know how faithful God is and has been, not only in the stories we read in the Bible, but I hope also in our own lives. I know He has been so faithful in my life that I can't not give Him credit. So my dear ones, how can we not have faith in the One that gave His life for us?
Secondly, in that same phrase, he mentions that this testing produces perseverance. Perseverance seems like its a big word with scary ramifications. Let's look at the word:
per·se·ver·ance - noun steadfastness in doing something despite difficulty or delay in achieving success. (from Google)
What does it take to have perseverance then ? Going through some trials perhaps. Huh... Amazing how we are right back where this verse started. Perseverance wouldn't happen if life was always easy and always worked out the way we wanted it to. And where would our faith be? Well, we wouldn't need it. The biggest thing I see here is that we also wouldn't need to reach out to our Savior if we didn't have trials to persevere through or we also wouldn't need faith. Ah, so cool to me how every verse of the Bible leads us back to our Father in some way. No way around it.
Verse 4 ~ Let perseverance finish its work so that you may be mature and complete, not lacking anything.
This verse is pretty full of information.
(Commentary taken from Bible Gateway Matthew Henry's Commentary)
(2.) We must let it have its perfect work. Do nothing to limit it nor to weaken it; but let it have its full scope: if one affliction come upon the heels of another, and a train of them are drawn upon us, yet let patience go on till its work is perfected. When we bear all that God appoints, and as long as he appoints, and with a humble obedient eye to him, and when we not only bear troubles, but rejoice in them, then patience hath its perfect work. (3.) When the work of patience is complete, then the Christian is entire, and nothing will be wanting: it will furnish us with all that is necessary for our Christian race and warfare, and will enable us to persevere to the end, and then its work will be ended, and crowned with glory. After we have abounded in other graces, we have need of patience, Heb. 10:36. But let patience have its perfect work, and we shall be perfect and entire, wanting nothing.
This commentary describes it well but also really makes me want to hide. I mean, some of that is a tough pill to swallow. Essentially I read that and go, "I am done for." I mean, how many times have I tried to fight God's work in me? I don't want to even admit how many times. It is so tough to enter a hard time and have your first thought be, 'oh good.' Wish it was, but we have to remember God knows this. He knows our weaknesses. He created us, right? Nothing is out of His hands or reach. Persevering through tough stuff makes us more like Him if we let Him. Perhaps we don't dance with joy when see trials. But what if we let God do His will through it with open hands and a humble heart? He knows how hard it is. Let us remember he said "My God, My God why have you forsaken me?" He knows how it feels to have to do something when you're feeling alone. He was dying for us, the ones who put Him there, and he felt like God had left Him. Although He knew God hadn't abandoned him, He still felt it. So even though we feel alone, we can have faith that God's hand is still there and He's still guiding us.
Who doesn't want to be 'mature and complete, not lacking in anything?" I know that I do for sure. How much stuff would you go through to hear the words, "you're mature?" A lot, even to hear it from the ones we love, right? So how much are you willing to go through or endure to hear the words "well done, good and faithful servant?" Let us bring ourselves back to the first verse of the chapter where it says "James, a servant of God and the Savior Jesus Christ," He had considered himself a servant but, in all reality, he could have been called an important leader. He chose the humbled name, feeling like it was more fitting. Someday I hope I can be humble enough to even obtain the title of servant. The only place where we will be mature and complete, not lacking in anything is when we are standing in front of our Father with no leg to stand on. On the ground with no words to even say. All He asks of us is to go through the trials He has designed for us by leaning on Him. My work is cut out for me. A ton of humbling and persevering is needed to get this heart ready to serve Him.
Oh my goodness, my heart is so overwhelmed with all I have learned in these few verses. I really pray that it touches you as well.
The first verse of the chapter might seem pretty simple, telling you who James is and who he is speaking to.
That is what I thought as well, until I looked it up in a commentary. Then my mind changed. It is a much deeper verse than it seems at first. Here is the first commentary note on it. There are two more notes but this one caught my eye the most. Please, by all means, take a look at the other notes. So interesting.
(commentary info taken from Bible Gateway and it's the Matthew Henry's commentary)
Verse 1 ~ James, a servant of God and of the Lord Jesus Christ,
To the twelve tribes scattered among the nations: Greetings.
I. The character by which our author desires to be known: James, a servant of God, and of the Lord Jesus Christ. Though he was a prime-minister in Christ’s kingdom, yet he styles himself only a servant. Note hence, Those who are highest in office or attainments in the church of Christ are but servants. They should not therefore act as masters, but as ministers. Further, Though James is called by the evangelist the brother of our Lord, yet it was his glory to serve Christ in the spirit, rather than to boast of his being akin according to the flesh. Hence let us learn to prize this title above all others in the world—the servants of God and of Christ. Again, it is to be observed that James professes himself a servant of God and of the Lord Jesus Christ; to teach us that in all services we should have an eye to the Son as well as the Father. We cannot acceptably serve the Father, unless we are also servants of the Son. God will have all men to honour the Son as they honour the Father (John 5:23), looking for acceptance in Christ and assistance from him, and yielding all obedience to him, thus confessing that Jesus Christ is Lord, to the glory of God the Father.The biggest reason this one caught my eye was because James was at a high rank in the eyes of God but still wanted to be addressed as a "servant". Before reading the commentary I would have never realized this fact. Another note for verse 1 is that he says not only is he a servant of God but also of the Lord Jesus Christ. Seemed a little redundant as I read it the first time or two but then after you read the commentary notes, you see that God and the Lord Jesus Christ are both mentioned because, as the commentary says, "we cannot acceptably serve the Father, unless we are servants of the Son." OK, that makes me go whoa, a little. Basically, here then he is saying not only am I servant of God but I also follow and serve the Lord Jesus Christ. The importance of understanding the trinity is clear here. You can't have one without the others; they are all one. Powerful message in half a verse. The other half of verse one is pretty self explanatory. It is written to the the twelve tribes. It does mention however that the tribes are scattered among nations. But makes sense over time that the tribes naturally moved around.
Verse 2 ~ Consider it pure joy, my brothers and sisters, whenever you face trials of many kinds,
Now lets just start by saying, how many of us see a trial in our life and immediately react with joy? No, that does not happen. Many times we react with our flesh rather than respond with our spirit to trials. I'll bet that every single one of us would love if our reaction was in fact joy when we face trials. If you're like me, your reaction is more likely one of "why" or "no", or, if I am honest, one of anger or resentment at first. Then usually, after awhile, when I have resigned myself to the fact that it is God who has put a trial in my path, my heart goes to a more submissive or even desperate place. After that phase I eventually find my way to the final stage and preferred response which, lets face it, happens at the end of the trial, or sometimes even after, of joy and thankfulness or of realizing the growth that was obtained through the trial. Sigh. I see how much work God still has to do in me to get my reaction to be joy. My friends, it's so important to remember that our Father knows it all and is right there in the midst of our trials. He has seen it all. And also keep in mind that he 'works all things together for the good of those who love Him'. The last part of verse 2 I like because it specifies that there will be trials of many kinds. That has a calming effect on my heart reading that. It reminds my heart that God already knows the trials we will face and in this phrase he acknowledges this.
Verse 3 ~ because you know that the testing of your faith produces perseverance
This verse conveys a different idea entirely because it talks about not only faith but also testing your faith. Faith can be such a touchy thing because we feel so unsure of even what faith is. We struggle with if we have enough of it. We read the verse that says "if you have faith of a mustard seed". Have you ever seen a mustard seed? It's so tiny. This reminds me of something I heard someone say once, "You don't need big faith in God, you just need faith in a big God." We know how faithful God is and has been, not only in the stories we read in the Bible, but I hope also in our own lives. I know He has been so faithful in my life that I can't not give Him credit. So my dear ones, how can we not have faith in the One that gave His life for us?
Secondly, in that same phrase, he mentions that this testing produces perseverance. Perseverance seems like its a big word with scary ramifications. Let's look at the word:
per·se·ver·ance - noun steadfastness in doing something despite difficulty or delay in achieving success. (from Google)
What does it take to have perseverance then ? Going through some trials perhaps. Huh... Amazing how we are right back where this verse started. Perseverance wouldn't happen if life was always easy and always worked out the way we wanted it to. And where would our faith be? Well, we wouldn't need it. The biggest thing I see here is that we also wouldn't need to reach out to our Savior if we didn't have trials to persevere through or we also wouldn't need faith. Ah, so cool to me how every verse of the Bible leads us back to our Father in some way. No way around it.
Verse 4 ~ Let perseverance finish its work so that you may be mature and complete, not lacking anything.
This verse is pretty full of information.
(Commentary taken from Bible Gateway Matthew Henry's Commentary)
(2.) We must let it have its perfect work. Do nothing to limit it nor to weaken it; but let it have its full scope: if one affliction come upon the heels of another, and a train of them are drawn upon us, yet let patience go on till its work is perfected. When we bear all that God appoints, and as long as he appoints, and with a humble obedient eye to him, and when we not only bear troubles, but rejoice in them, then patience hath its perfect work. (3.) When the work of patience is complete, then the Christian is entire, and nothing will be wanting: it will furnish us with all that is necessary for our Christian race and warfare, and will enable us to persevere to the end, and then its work will be ended, and crowned with glory. After we have abounded in other graces, we have need of patience, Heb. 10:36. But let patience have its perfect work, and we shall be perfect and entire, wanting nothing.
This commentary describes it well but also really makes me want to hide. I mean, some of that is a tough pill to swallow. Essentially I read that and go, "I am done for." I mean, how many times have I tried to fight God's work in me? I don't want to even admit how many times. It is so tough to enter a hard time and have your first thought be, 'oh good.' Wish it was, but we have to remember God knows this. He knows our weaknesses. He created us, right? Nothing is out of His hands or reach. Persevering through tough stuff makes us more like Him if we let Him. Perhaps we don't dance with joy when see trials. But what if we let God do His will through it with open hands and a humble heart? He knows how hard it is. Let us remember he said "My God, My God why have you forsaken me?" He knows how it feels to have to do something when you're feeling alone. He was dying for us, the ones who put Him there, and he felt like God had left Him. Although He knew God hadn't abandoned him, He still felt it. So even though we feel alone, we can have faith that God's hand is still there and He's still guiding us.
Who doesn't want to be 'mature and complete, not lacking in anything?" I know that I do for sure. How much stuff would you go through to hear the words, "you're mature?" A lot, even to hear it from the ones we love, right? So how much are you willing to go through or endure to hear the words "well done, good and faithful servant?" Let us bring ourselves back to the first verse of the chapter where it says "James, a servant of God and the Savior Jesus Christ," He had considered himself a servant but, in all reality, he could have been called an important leader. He chose the humbled name, feeling like it was more fitting. Someday I hope I can be humble enough to even obtain the title of servant. The only place where we will be mature and complete, not lacking in anything is when we are standing in front of our Father with no leg to stand on. On the ground with no words to even say. All He asks of us is to go through the trials He has designed for us by leaning on Him. My work is cut out for me. A ton of humbling and persevering is needed to get this heart ready to serve Him.
Oh my goodness, my heart is so overwhelmed with all I have learned in these few verses. I really pray that it touches you as well.
Friday, January 1, 2016
Expectations and life...
Expectations, sometimes I seem to forget what this word even really means. It means to essentially have an idea or plan of how something should go. Or even how a person should react to a situation or even to something that is said. Seems logical enough, right? I say I'm sad! and the expectation of the person I am communicating with. Would be one of equal sadness, or at least of feeling my sadness. Asking questions like Why are you sad ? What's making you sad? What's wrong? They seem valid and realistic and some people will reach that particular expectation. But, is it then horrible and unfair if they don't have that reaction or ask those questions. Is it fair for you to want everyone you know to react like your expectations?
Is it fair to place our expectations on other humans. The only one where expectations will always be met is with God. He will always hear us out and be there always. There are many verses in the bible that touch on people failing you. And goodness some days I sure feel the weight of that one full force. Some expectations are normal and even good. I expect my dog to let me know when he has to go outside to pee. And not to just pee in the house somewhere. He's been trained to do so, right? So, my expectation is one that is fair and should be accomplished without fault. But what happens if I do step into a yellow puddle somewhere do I get rid of my dog? No, of course not that would be silly. You clean it up and move on. So there are some expectations that are good and even helpful. There is however a line where expectations get dangerous to ourselves and all of our relationships.
I personally think everyone has their own line to find with God's leading. Just what expectations are benefiting or not to them. What do I mean by dangerous to yourself?
What, I'm referring to there is the expectations that are lofty or are not essential to reality. Example : I expect this person I am friends with to buy me a gift for my birthday. Perhaps, I have even dropped hints to that friend about a gift or that my birthday is coming soon ...wink wink. The day comes and your friend shows up no gift no bag no present at all. You tell yourself it's ok but deep down it stings you really thought they cared enough for you. Then your mind starts doubting your friendship with that person and how much you mean to them. Now, just think if you had gone into that situation with gratitude, and contentment with your friend taking time to meet with you. Realizing that perhaps that can mean more than a gift ever would. It's so hard to be grateful in this day and age. We are told, more expectations will fix it. And it runs all the way down to what we expect from others. Ask yourself this question,next time you start to expect something of someone or of a situation. Ask, Can I be ok emotionally if this person/situation turns out differently then in my head ? If the answer is yes then you go right ahead thinking like that. If not, then take a step back and reevaluate why or how you can change your expectations to deal with it properly. It's hard, and I am far from done working on it. In fact short of heaven I don't know if I will be able to be done working on it. I have found when I started to realize that perhaps the expectations. That, I had were ruining my enjoyment of many situations and moments. I started to realize something had to change. I found myself smack in the middle of an issue that was robbing me of alot of Joy and appreciation. When I finally narrowed it down to expectations. I could start to fix the pattern of expectation and letdown. It's a lot more fun, and glorifying to God, going into a situation going God your will be done here. And let it all pan out and being happy and taking in every second. Life is only so long don't let failed expectations drag you down. God has big plans for you don't let anyone or anything steal that from you.
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