Monday, May 25, 2009

Pictures
















Nothin' much to say, just thought it was about time to add some pictures to my blog. Some of these are a few weeks old others are from this weekend when we celebrated Grandpa Thurber's 80th birthday.

Monday, May 18, 2009

The God of Yoga

I have been doing yoga on a regular basis for a little over 6 months now. It is the only form of exercise that I have ever found that I enjoy and actually look forward to doing. God, being cool as He is, uses all kinds of things to teach me truth and I am ever so thankful for it. I would love to tell you that I spend hours in the word every day, have weekly meetings with a Godly woman mentor who inspires me to great heights and spend the time in between serving the poor while I am meditating. Alas, that would be a giant load of crap. Currently, the Almighty seems to be showing me some truth while I do yoga; here is some of the latest inspirations:

-While in balancing poses, you must keep your eyes on one spot of focus. The moment you start looking around, you start tipping. Watch someone fall and it doesn't take much to do you in. That is so like life.That is sooooo me. The moment I take my focus of God and his Love is when I notice what everyone else is doing. I start feeling insecure in my footing and choices, I start questioning the place God put me in life, I feel discontent.

-Yoga is not a competitive sport. Life isn't either. It isn't about someone else journey or improvement or lack there of. My growth looks different than other people, things that come easy for them I just can't seem to get down. That is ok.

-I have terrible balance. Anyone who has ever watched me play any type of sport knows how coordinated I am not. Telling myself I suck doesn't help me improve. Yoga and life is all about accepting yourself where your at and knowing that you can be more.

- People who love yoga come in all shapes and sizes. I have 70 year old women in my class who are better at it than I am. Don't ever make assumptions about what a person might do well

I love that God loves me enough and is a personal enough God that He takes time to challenge my thinking in every day ways. I sometimes feel like it is such a long road and I am so thick headed all I ever do is screw up. God hasn't given up on me yet.

Thursday, May 14, 2009

I don't wanna

-I don't wanna fold the load of laundry that I have already had to re-wash one due to neglect.
-I don't wanna answer anymore questions from Elie including but not limited to "What did God make cat's out of?" and
-I don' wanna call any more doctors offices to be told "no". Why is it that if I wanted to kill this baby I wouldn't get any flack, but since I want to give birth to it (instead of it being cut out of me) that no one is interested in helping me? What happened to "my body my choice"?
-I don't wanna deal with the trash can full of nasty diapers that is sitting in my hallway smelling up the upstairs. I hate taking out the trash
-I don't wanna have to look up all the groceries adds on line AGAIN because for some reason the mail man has decided he hates me and not longer puts them in the box.
-I don't wanna make dinner....and I'm not going to.
-I don't wanna deal with yet another hormone headache. Time to drink a coke and pop a Tylenol.

Wednesday, May 13, 2009

ABC's of me

A - Age: 28
B - Bed size: Queen
C - Chore you hate: dishes and taking out trash
D - Dogs' names: Milo and Otis
E - Essential to start your day: Hot tea with cream and sugar
F - Favorite color: Red
G - Gold or Silver: Silver
H - Height: 5ft 10inc
I - Instruments you play(ed): panio
J - Job title: Wife and Mommy
K - Kid(s): Addilyn 15 mnths and Eliana 3.5 yrs
L - Living arrangements: House in the burbs with hubby, kids, dogs
M - Mom's name: Brenda (Hi Mom!)
N - Nicknames: Gretch, tootsie, hon
O - Overnight hospital stay other than birth: When I found out I had Celiac
P - Pet Peeve: stupid people and stepping in water with socks on
Q - Quote from a movie: "as you wish"
R - Right or left handed: Right
S - Siblings: 2 sis who ROCK
T - Time you wake up: when Matt is away I get up with the girls at about 6:30
U - Underwear: boring cotton
V - Vegetable you dislike: okra
W - Ways you run late: failer to plan
X - X-rays you've had: Teeth
Y - Yummy food you make: spring rolls as of late
Z - Zoo favorite: the sea lions are always fun

Friday, May 8, 2009

I just set up my phone to go to my blog. Not really sure when I will ever need to use tnis but it is kind of cool. I think I can even do pictures.

Tuesday, May 5, 2009

Comfort Level

I am reading a book right now "Eat, Love,Pray". It is about a woman who had a rough break-up of her marriage and is a quest to find...her life again. First she stops in Italy, that is the "eat" part of the book. Now I am at the part she is in a ashram in India. A disclaimer: I am not Buddhist, nor do I fully understand what all they believe, but I love a lot of the views this author expresses about who she believes God is and what He desires for her life. I am a firm believer God can speak truth through whomever he chooses and pass on wisdom in any way He desires.

There is a part in the book where she commits to spending an hour in meditation, listening to God. She chooses a bench in the garden to sit on and soon is swarmed by mosquito's. As she sits quietly, she considers giving up and going someplace else until she realizes that is what she always does when she is uncomfortable, she runs.

This got me thinking, as good books will do, how much of my life is spent in pursuit of "being comfortable?". I watch t.v so I don't face the discomfort of boredom. I buy stuff so I don't have the discomfort of making do. I lie or mislead so I don't have the discomfort of shame. I choose not to see the needs of others so I don't feel whatever discomfort they may be suffering. I choose to eat food I know isn't in my best interest so I don't feel the discomfort of going without. I don't take care of my physical body like I should so I don't face the discomfort of the gym. Sometimes I am so completely disgusted by my own human condition I just want to ...give up.

This is where I like to believe God steps in and show me another way to live. A way of life that chooses not what easiest but what matters most. This is where I lay down my selfish need for human comforts, not on the alter of masochism, but at the feet of a Savior who hopes to give me something great if only I stop feeding my narcissism.

This seems like a battle I can't ever win. Each day, each hour, each minute I must choose to live by faith alone that discomfort offers a greater payout than I can ever grasp. So I call someone who is hurting to share there pain. I give money we can't afford and pray over a child in a country I will probably never visit. I spend time serving those who will never return the favor. I choose to lay down my pride and do things that "are not my job".I invite others over to my house that will never be perfect or clean enough and sacrifice my "got it all together" face. I make my life about something other than me, something bigger, something eternal.