Showing posts from June, 2012

The Helmet

The plan to go hop on a bike at the club bombed when the doors were locked.
I headed home, bummed about my missed "cleansing" opportunity.
But God had something else in mind for me; He made this missed opportunity way better!  The roads were quiet because it was early, so I figured I could get a good little workout in less than an hour - outside, like old times!
I thought about wearing the helmet or not, and went with it - mainly because people wouldn't be as quick to recognize me with my head covered and I could hammer like a kid.
And, yes, also because since I could hammer like a 10 year old, I didn't have to worry about falling - since I had my head protected.
Note:  If I were on my road bike, the helmet would have been a done deal, but since I was just doing sidewalks and local roads on my mountain bike, it was questionable.

I took off and it was awesome!  Found a nice big gear, and raced myself.

"Who cares what anyone thinks when you're wearing a helmet…

I Ate a Hamburger Bun

I couldn't see it.  I was blindfolded and a 3rd grade girl had it on a fishing pole, but I knew it was there.  While I was kneeling, I was racing the other dude and his partner to see who could eat it the fastest.  I lost, but I was close.  I think I could have won if I had just stayed still, letting her put it in my mouth, instead of rooting around trying to find it.  Why?  Because she could see my mouth and wanted to feed it.  I couldn't see a thing, but was acting as if I could.
I hate it when I do that!

Kinda like when your six year old wants to put on her own sunscreen...  and totally misses all of her back.

I've been reading Genesis and have learned that God is a God who sees us.  When Hagar had Abraham's baby, per Sarah's request, and was kicked around because of it, God took care of her.  He saw her in her distress.  Sarah decided that she knew what was best.  She knew she and Abraham were supposed to have all these children, yet she was old and barren; so …

The Hiking Boots

I purchased my first pair of real hiking boots in preparation for a hike that I have planned in September (more on that later, for sure).
I laced them up, (apparently I'm supposed to wear them one or two hours a day to get used to them) to go walk the dog in the morning.  Yes, I look weird, in my shorts, t-shirt, and hiking boots, but I really don't care.  They feel awesome.  This is probably normal attire in Colorado.
I walk differently.  I walk way more sure-footed, and my weak ankles are secure.
Got me thinking about Ephesians 6 and the armor of God.  Specifically verse 15:
"with your feet fitted with the readiness that comes from the Gospel of Peace"

In context, Paul was writing these verses as what a Christian should put on each day in order to fight the enemy.  I love good competition, so when I'm lacing up my boots and walking now, I feel stronger, and am reminded to pray on readiness for whatever comes my way that day.  Paul's footing was sure and u…

Chapter 16; "How To Comfort Others"

I am secretly (not anymore) dreaming about writing a book one day entitled, Be Different; and Other Lessons God Has Taught Me Through My Dog.  I have about 16 Chapters now; each one with a topic - about a sentence long, so I'm well on my way (to about a one-page novel).  The lesson He taught me this week is how to comfort.

The last week of school always leaves us with a dining room table full of school odds and ends.  Since my now 4th grader loves to play school, she must keep it all (hopefully it will make its way up to her room soon).  She likes to sit and read me everything first; and one of the writing entries was about her dog.  She wrote about how he comforts her when she is sad because they snuggle and she tells him what she's sad or mad about and he makes her feel better.   After I got past the fact that she was going to the dog instead of her negligent mother for comfort, I realized two things:  One, it was probably me who upset her in the first place; and two, he do…

Washed By The Water

I was on my way home from the health club the other morning and  "Washed By the Water" by Needtobreathe, came on the radio.  In my dripping sweat, I could totally relate -  I felt good.  In fact, I felt much better than I did when I got there.  I actually did feel that I had been "washed by the water" - my mood had changed from my sweating!  Or had it?  I googled sweating when I got home, since I thought I might be on to something here, and I was reminded that it's not the sweating that really cleanses our bodies, it's drinking more water and the work of the kidneys that releases more toxins from our bodies than sweating does.
It's the endorphin release that actually changes our mood from exercise - not the sweating.  And, it's the mood change I liked at that point, anyway.

Got me thinking about water and cleansing and the whole sin/baptism thing.  According to Acts 22:16, baptism washes our sins away:  "get up, be baptized, and wash your sins…


I finished the book.
Don't know that I've read one longer than that before, especially a biography!  It was awesome.

Here are some of my favorite quotes from the book and why:

"There is no way to peace along the way of safety.   For peace must be dared, it is itself the great venture and can never be safe.  Peace is the opposite of security... Peace means giving oneself completely to God's commandment, wanting no security, but in faith and obedience laying the  destiny of the nations in the hand on Almighty God, not trying to direct it for selfish purposes."  - Dietrich Bonhoeffer

This is so true.  We think of peace as lack of confrontation, getting along well with everyone, no fighting. But peace is actually in our hearts - when we know we're doing what we were made to do.  "Wanting no security... not safe".  The peace of God is what transcends all understanding (Phil 4:7) - that's the peace he's talking about, and God "is not safe&quo…