Hahaha...running up and down my hallway, at break-neck speeds, are two little munchkins who, I swear, will be the undoing of the structural stability of this house. Daddy, thankYou for these little monsters and thankYou for their zest for life. I will not resent the constant pounding of stomping feet. I will smile when thier squeals of delight interrupt the 200th attempt to concentrate on the task at hand. I will remember the days when that same noise and feeling on my bare feet intrigued and entertained me too. I will laugh instead of chastise. I will embrace instead of spank. Shoot! I'll join them and we REALLY bring the house down! Abba, only You know what the neighbors will think, HA! Oh, who cares?? Here's to running and stomping and jumping and squealing and screaming and yelling at that TOP OF OUR LUNGS! WOW! THIS IS FUUUUUNNNN!!!!! (to my stunned children) "Why are you looking at me like that??"
This is Pedro. He's pretty much the best dog we've ever had. Is he a dog? Nope. Is he a cat? Nope. But don't tell HIM that. According to him, he is a weird combination of pig/dog/cat... A pig-at-og...pigatog...that's kinda fun to say, actually... ANYWHO! He's SUPER smart, and his intelligence tells him, often, when he needs to back down from a fight and because of this? He avoids unnecessary confrontations. I think Christians could learn a lot from him in that arena. BUT! That is not the point of my ramblings today. But then...He's only ever had to make that decision with a fence between him and who or whatever he has come into contact with that made him nervous...UNTIL last week. See what had happen was: On a Thursday evening, the stud hubs was making the rounds to lock up the house for bed and saw blue lights flashing through the glass on our front door. Curiously, he opened it to find two patrol cars and a truck with a horse trailer parke...
So, Many of you know that I've been on a journey to health and fitness. It's a journey that started years ago and one that I got lazy in for many reasons that I won't go into, here. But about 3.5 months ago, I had a pretty rude awakening. I was heavier than I had ever been in my life, even though most people would say that they never considered me obese. I began to be short of breath, even when I wasn't exerting myself, and I started having more and more frequent mild chest pains. My ankles and legs pretty much stayed swollen and I was just exhausted all of the time. My asthma had really started acting up again, too. Papa God had been talking to me for about six or eight months about my health and wellness. I would listen to Him with my heart and then start full force. I would work out so hard and eat better, but then...Cheat day....That turned into cheat days... I rationalized that this was ok because I was working out so hard... It wasn't ...
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