That is until we’re sick. Then and only then do we pause and consider a nap, but not for too long because dinner and laundry and phone calls and…
As I dare to do self-care, I’d say the top three things that help me are:
1. Journaling.
2. Sleeping.
3. Connecting with healthy people.
What about you? Do you dare to do self-care? What are the most important things you do in the way of self-care?
A personal revolution or midlife crisis???
You decide.
Rollerblading is no joke. Well, watching me rollerblade is a joke (as evidenced by those around me).
Cal learned how to ride on his two-wheeled bike while his Momma learned how to inch along pavement with wheels on her feet. The Finkster was Cal’s personal coach and Jake was mine.
I don’t know if rollerblading is here to stay or just a phase, but I am enjoying learning something new. As a bonus round, I’ve single-handedly have brought a new level of laughter into my family. Sure, it’s laughter more at me and less with me but laughter is good nonetheless. 
Have you ever rollerbladed? What’s something new that you’ve tried or thinking of trying this year? Did you enjoy it?
I just wanted you to know that I’ve been avoiding typing this post for oh, only about THREE MONTHS.
Addicts are exceptionally gifted at avoiding.
We use our vice (such a smooth sounding word for sin) to escape and avoid the truth.
Here’s the truth.
I’ve avoided Lucy.
I’ve avoided writing about my monthly bling and having fun watching my weight because of five stinkin’ pounds.
So, I’ve avoided writing about it all together.
Oh yeah, and I’ve made excuses. Extremely good (okay, lame) excuses.
A “busy life” is the top excuse I default to. The same life that I schedule. The same life that I own and am responsible for.
These past listening prayer times with God have been refining times. God’s asking both the Finkster and I to refine and align our lives more towards His heart instead of our schedule.
Not make Him around our schedules but to make our schedules about Him, not around Him.
Schedules and business can be idols if they keep me from pursuing God’s best.
I think it’s odd, but incredibly special in an oddly special kind of way, that God spoke to me through dead flowers.
Dig in, dig out the old and choose a new life.
I’m no quitter.
I used to be ashamed that I was 70 pounds overweight. Today, I’m ashamed that I’m missing my goal by 5 pounds.
If my emotional eating addiction is what brings me closer to the heart of Christ and ultimately dependent on Him, then what else can I really say but, “Thanks, Lord!” The gift of snow in spring is a gift.
And so is the colorful new life that greets me each morning!
Do you schedule God around your plans or plan your schedule around God?
