Wednesday, September 24, 2014
Two thousand fourteen, resolution number four.
Become a runner.
My intention was to be careful and avoid injury.
But I am of the Mark Pauls family. One of the things that we seem to be born with is a competitive nature. That competitiveness drove me to become one of those "all in or all out" types which can be both a very good, and a very bad thing. This attitude became a big problem when it came to the runner that I wanted to become.
I didn't listen to what my body was telling me, pushed myself to hard, and managed to get myself injured with what I thought was shin splints.
Since we are a active family and playing sports together in summertime becomes a daily event, I knew I wasn't going to quickly heal from this "minor injury". So I decided to suck it up and just keep on running.
Mistake number two.
To make a long story short, through research I have determined that I do not have the symptoms of shin splints as I had previously assumed, rather of tibia stress fractures. Not only that, I have somehow managed to acquire a new injury in my foot, which demands rest.
So I stop, until healed.
Which will make it impossible to compete in the "Thanks for Giving Run" this year, and I will also be unable to complete my marathon training.
(Which makes me sad. But I'll get over it.)
Even though the "running season" ended in a sour note, and I did not end up running any of the races that I had intended, I did learn a lot.
I learned about different paces that aid to reduce risk of injury and completely shifted my training method.
I learned that speed coupled with endurance is not always necessary to build strength for the long run (I don't always have to run 5k pace!).
I learned that there are different types of runs, (recovery runs, long runs, threshold runs, interval runs, steady runs ect.) and each of them are fun!
I also learned to increase quantity, running up to 8 times and 40 miles a week.
I did become the runner that I have always wanted to be, maybe not the way that I wanted to... but still, a runner.
Now, as wintertime swiftly approaches and racing season comes to an end, I determine to get back in to the activity I have learned to love once I am again in running shape.
Becoming therefore one step closer to being the woman I know I was created to be.
Monday, September 22, 2014
School is beginning again. And again there are those moments that find me sitting at a table supervising school work. Idle hands itching to write.
So I write, maybe about nothing at times.
Maybe about certain subjects that are being laid on my heart.
Maybe about frustrations, dreams and aspirations.
Maybe there will be no words, but a lone picture.
Whatever the case, there will likely be more posts popping up on this my internet space, more often as the school year progresses.
Today I share a song that has been one of my favourites since I heard if for the first time one harvest evening spent in the grain truck with my big brother.
It speaks to my current inner struggles, and shares a message that stills my soul.
I have dreams, but God's dreams for me are so much bigger. Even just knowing that is enough.
Wednesday, September 17, 2014
Monday, September 15, 2014
Most of us, myself included, go about our day giving no thought to the possibility of a sharp turn in the road of life.
But the moment that you hear of a car accident that a friend was in, or that heart stopping incident in which your brother was inches away from being hit by a falling auger, something changes.
Instead of just living the moments as if you will have a lifetime of them to hold, you are treasuring each moment as if it was your last, or the last with those that you love.
The common expression "Live every day as if it was your last" becomes more then just a saying, it becomes a heart beat.
I wonder why it takes a tragedy, or an almost tragedy for us to remember that the only real guarantee we have is that God holds our tomorrow?
Though there is an overwhelming sense of peace in that knowledge, the truth is, WE don't know what lies ahead in our everyday. Today could be the day that life changes forever.
The question then becomes, do we want to experience regret at the end of this day? Or do we want to have the satisfaction of knowing that today we put forth an effort to be the best version of ourselves for God and for the people we love?
Those things that you want to say to someone, or that something that you felt God is calling you to do... don't put it off any longer, because we don't know how much longer we have.
Today I am going to remember the fragility of life.
Not in a worrisome, fearful way.
Rather in a way that opens my heart to love big and live better, bringing glory to the name of Christ.
Friday, September 5, 2014
Today we celebrate the birthday of a very special woman.
Any person that really knows her, would acknowledge how privileged they are to have her in their lives.
She is a treasure of grace, strength, compassion, wisdom and has one of the biggest hearts of anyone that I know. She holds so many close in the love that she is ever willing to share.
As a child I loved, adored and looked up in admiration to her.
Those feelings do not diminish with each year that goes by, but rather become stronger as I gain the knowledge that comes from the passage of time.
Then my mom. Someone I went to for the love and comfort that only one with that title can provide.
Now, not only mom, also my inspiration, confidant and best friend.
I love you mom, and hope that you have the happiest of birthdays!
Wednesday, August 20, 2014
These past couple of days I have found myself struggling in a deep place.
God has been teaching me how to let go, trying to get me to a place of complete surrender.
But I still find myself on the fence.
I was reading the bible yesterday in search of answers and I came across Hebrews chapter eleven where the writer is talking about faith and begins to list a number of people in history past that had complete faith in God even though they didn't know where it would take them.
The only thing that they knew was that God had given them a treasure called a promise. All they had to do was have faith and keep moving forward.
These all died in faith, not having received the promises, but having seen them afar off, and were persuaded of them, and embraced them, and confessed that they were strangers and pilgrims on the earth.
Even though our forefathers of the faith could not see the promise being fulfilled, they continued to press on, they embraced the unknown.
That is what I feel like I am needing to do right now.
Have faith in the promises He has given to me and move on to that country, even without knowing the final destination.
Yet fear holds me back.
I can control what I know, and I know what I can control.
I am at the place where I can survive, but God is calling me to thrive, not to stand still... but to keep moving forward.
Reading on in Hebrews, we see that these people that lived in faith, chose to be obedient, left their comfort zones, journeyed to a place unknown, and didn't look back...
But now they desire a better country, that is, an heavenly: wherefore God is not ashamed to be called their God: for he hath prepared for them a city.
That is terrifying for me!
It is hard to give up, to forget even, the comfy couches that I have become accustomed to resting in now.
But He is calling.
But the truth is, I don't know what the day will bring, if my actions will follow my desire.
And I don't know yet if I have enough faith to let go.
But somehow this feels like the first step, admitting that I am weak, that I can't, and I'm not perfect.
Yet also admitting that I am strong, I can and Christ is perfection in me.
This Sunday past Mom's side of the family gathered ALL together. #firsttimeinsixyears
We ate lots of food, caught up on each other's lives and just had fun being the crazy family that we are.
This dear, sweet, ADORABLE person in the picture below is my Grams.
After we were finished taking family pictures, she decided to take myself, Kerri, Megan and our Auntie Amanda for a convertible ride!
With the top down we cruised the country side, honked at slow drivers, and learned that this woman is a CRAZY driver! (the car had a hard time keeping up with Grams!! :)
We loved every minute of our ride, as we love every minute that we get to spend with our beautiful Grandma.
The burger master himself...
Did I mention also that I have an AMAZING Gramps???
(love, love... love him!!)
My Uncle Jeremy cooking up some hotdogs...
I couldn't resist taking a picture or two of this cutie!
Mother and Daughter...
Here Grams is checking to see if Henry has any grey hairs...
Family picture time... here is the amazing photographer herself bossing everyone around! :)
Si and his Gramps checking out some leaves...
Gramps and Grams with all of their kiddoes!
Here again... the hand that makes the picture :)
The love birds themselves!
Showing us all how it is done :)
Yes, we had fun.