My Fitness

Wednesday, July 20, 2016

bible study drawings

Galatians 6:9 says, "And let us not grow weary of doing good, for in due season we will reap, if we do not give up."

I started reading ESV Family Devotional Bible to my kids every day starting 3 weeks ago. After the short devotional, I would have them draw a picture of what we learned. They almost always draw something else. I would draw too and tape my pictures up on the wall so they can see them and maybe remember a bit of the stories.

As you can see, they started to tape their pictures too.

Then today, finally, all three kids drew pictures of what I asked them to draw! I don't know if week 3, devotional 21, is the magic number, or if there was something about the story that especially resonated with them. We learned about Moses being hidden in the River. I asked them to draw Phaoroh's daughter finding the baby Moses in the river.

Can you guess whose picture is whose? The answers are below:


The top left is Holly's picture. She told me that the two blue lines on the bottom is the river and the lighter blue across the middle is the basket. I think the pink scribbles are the people of the story. Top right is Micah's. Blue on bottom is the river, the orange is the basket, the baby is clearly visible, and the green lines are the reeds. Bottom left is Caleb's. The blue line is the river, the basket with the baby is obvious, the person on the left is Moses's mother and to the right is Pharaoh's daughter. Mine is bottom right.


mourn the life

Sometimes I weep over not being able to still do what I once did. Sometimes it's because of the money involved - pointe shoes are expensive. Sometimes it's the time involved - having a family restricts the amount of freedom I have. Sometimes it's my physical health - injury and lack of rehabilitation time means I am constantly struggling with fitness. It's frustrating. And I feel like I'm not allowed to be upset about my life. Someone else will come along and say, "at least you have..." So now I feel guilty and mournful. It's not a competition. We can both feel bad.


Thank you, John Piper, for giving me permission. He articulates it well. It's ok to cry. And like Matt Chandler says, "It's ok to not be ok. Just don't stay there."

Remember in Romans we are commanded to weep with those who weep. I like to remember this when my child is weeping over something I think is trivial. Scripture doesn't say to judge and see if the weeping is worth it. But rather, be sympathetic. With my child, I help him to move past it. With myself, I don't know how to move past it. There was so much left undone.


Christ tells me that I am blessed for my mourning. Perhaps that is because Christ also mourned. God weeps at the souls lost to evil having never lived to their full potential. There was so much left undone.





Let me have my time to mourn since my time to dance has come to an end.


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Tuesday, July 19, 2016

empty nest...and terrarium...and cage

Well, not exactly empty. But not here.

My foot isn't getting better. I don't know what's wrong. I have a follow-up appointment next week. Meanwhile I cry a lot. I've stopped doing school work with the kids so that I can try to relax and stay off my foot. I'm not going to Bible study tomorrow in hopes that the break from driving will help.

We got rid of the chickens. I thought Felipe wanted them. He thought I wanted them. I don't know where the first three came from since Felipe didn't want them. I didn't get them. I didn't put a coop and run in the backyard. But I did follow this mystery's lead and get the babies. That was fun watching them grow up. And the ducks too! That was really fun. Albeit loud!



Then I had had enough trying to take care of the guinea pigs. I'm the only one to care for them and my foot hurts. It's stinky to clean up after them too. And actually it was hard to care for my tortoises too. So I put them all on craigslist.

The tortoises sold immediately. I probably could have asked for more for them, but I was already asking for more than what I paid for them. I think they will thoroughly enjoy their new home with their retired hobbyist owner. I cried when they left.

Bubbles
The guinea pigs took a drastic price reduction and a couple extra days. But they sold. I did not cry when they left.

And just like that we are left with Raymond, our betta fish, and Bubbles, our snail who cleans up after him.

Pets are a lot of work. So are kids. Some of you are gifted to care for both. I am not. At least not while injured. Hopefully it will only be temporary.



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Tuesday, July 12, 2016

all things Review and Giveaway

All Things Bright and Beautiful is a popular poem and now a children's book with beautiful art that will capture your children's eyes. My two year old loved it! She pointed to each animal and named them. She enjoyed the pictures. They are quite beautiful. If you'd like your own copy, comment below and I'll select a winner at random on Saturday!




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Monday, July 11, 2016

come rest

This morning I awoke to the thought that I am doing enough as "just" a mother.

Saturday morning I met with my mentor (everyone should have a mentor). We discussed many things and at one point the ridiculous standards that the world places on people came up. A friend posted a video to Facebook about foot contouring in case your feet aren't shaped optimally you can use make-up to create the optical illusion of the best shaped foot. [I feel like I shouldn't have to explain how absolutely stupid that is, but just in case: that is absolutely stupid. If you have sandals or flip-flops on then that means you are either near water and thus make-up will wash off your feet or you are walking around and your feet will be getting dirty and thus the make-up will have little to no effect. And if you have closed shoes on, then no one will be able to see your feet.] The world will always tell you to be discontent. The world tells you that your feet aren't shaped correctly. The world tells you that as soon as you have obtained pretty that the definition of pretty has changed. Fashion trends change because of the discontentment of the world and their ever shifting eyes from what we have to the new. The world is searching for something to complete itself but refuses the one answer that will satisfy.

The world's goal post moves. The world cheats.

The only way to win is to not play.

Even the church can get caught-up in the game. I homeschool. I work. I clean the house and clothes and make food. I have my personal devotion time. I have a mother's church group. I have a more intense Bible study. I teach homeschool ballet. I'm also someone's wife. I have a couple of hobbies that I enjoy pursuing. My plate is full. My plate might actually be heaping. Felipe often comes along and removes bits that I've placed on my plate saying that I'm doing too much. I feel that if any part of my analogical plate is showing then I must fill it or be burying my talents (!!!) and thus not doing enough. I must help. I must do. I must do more. I'm sure it isn't enough. I must do more. And more.

But it's a lie!


Saturday evening I met with some gals for Miranda's birthday. She shared how she thought once that she had to fulfill all these missionary roles but finally God showed her otherwise, in a story that she tells much better than this. This thin spread has a lot to do with why I'm letting go of the DCHSA presidency, why we got rid of the chickens, why I'm not beating myself over not completing other gals' needs [why I unvolunteered for VBS]. Just because there is a need, doesn't mean I need to fill it. Just as Miranda shared about how she wasn't God's only tool for spreading the gospel, I have a small part in the body as well. I am not the entire body by myself.

I knew it all along but I didn't grasp the extent that I believed the lie and perhaps still believe the lie. until now. Where is this pressure coming from? Perhaps June Cleaver. Well, Hollywood and modern culture not exactly poor June. It isn't enough to be a stay-at-home mom. You must also have a career. If you don't have a career, you're a second-rate citizen. You aren't contributing! You're not contributing to society which a sin in the eyes of the world; and you aren't contributing monetarily to your family which makes you little more than a child and only a consumer which is a sin in the eyes of the church. You should at least volunteer somewhere. LIES!

This is probably why I have a broken foot right now. It hasn't properly healed since February. I. Need. Rest.

What is my calling? I am a wife. I am a mother. This is my calling and it will only be here for a little while. I don't have to be anything more than what I am. If you have a bigger calling, and if your plate is bigger than mine, then I need to be secure enough in Christ to not let that affect my role and my self-image. If you try to make me feel small, that's on you. Satan once tried to make Eve feel discontent and as if she wasn't doing enough to better herself too. Don't be like Eve. Don't be like Satan. Be like Jesus: he told Satan to be gone!

So my mantra this morning looks like this:
ah, to be so completely at peace

Saturday, July 2, 2016

holly's pictures

Awhile back I tried using my fancy camera. The results were less than stellar. It's hard to work with a two-year old. I made a bunch of tutus and have big plans, but I need to figure out this camera.

My editing software is almost nonexistent. I used Pages to compile these photos into one shot. I know! PAGES! To take this shot, I used a tripod. Then I cropped the photos appropriately and laid them on each other.

This is pretty much the only good shot:



I LOVE IT!