Skip to main content

Inspiration

I have been inspired. By God. By my friends. By my family. 

Most of my life I have leaned toward the negative in my perspective of life in general.  Growing up in (and out) of a totally dysfunctional family sort of does that to you.  At some point, I decided to put on rose-colored glasses and look for the more positive aspects out there.  I try to believe that most people are good, that the weatherman is right more than wrong, and that I can handle anything that comes my way.  Unfortunately, I have been proven wrong in most cases, except for the latter of these.

 Most recently, I have been told by anyone and everyone who knows my family, that I deserve a gold star.  Now, don't get me wrong, I'm not tooting my own horn here, this is just the fact of what I've been told.  I don't know how deserving I am of anything, I just know that I do what I do and that's all that I do.  Sometimes you just don't have a choice.  You do right just because it's the right thing to do!  I don't really see that as a choice, and sometimes I don't do it with a happy heart at the time, but the happiness does come at some point, even if it's later. 

So the inspiration is this:  can my life/story help someone else?  It has been laid on my heart heavily lately that I should be sharing what I've been learning these last 10 years with others who are struggling with the same issues I've struggled with.  So many have asked, "How do you do it?"  "What's your secret?"  Truly, there is no big secret... I have faith... that's it.


Before I elaborate on that, let me tell you that I'm not perfect by any means, and I make mistakes, HUGE mistakes, on almost a daily basis.  I don't read my Bible as often as I should, and I don't pray as often as I'd like.  But I do fear the Lord and try to live by God's commandments first and set a good example for my kids (all six of them).

I believe that God has a plan for me.  I don't know what it is, or why, but my struggles are to prepare me for something BIG.  That negativity I spoke of earlier used to make me believe I was being punished for mistakes in my past.  That I deserved to be unhappy and sad.  But God has changed my perspective over the years.  And now God is telling me to share that perspective with you all. 

Life is hard.  That's the reality of it.  We were never promised it would be easy.  But it doesn't have to be sad.  Within each of us is strength we never knew we possessed.  I hope the strength I have found inspires you to look for yours.  We can overcome anything.

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

The Miracle that is... Makeup!

It's no secret that women have a full plate, that we wear many hats, and have many people depending on us whether we have a husband and/or children or not.  I wrote recently about being busy, and there's a reason we call ourselves Wonder Woman.  I look at my own calender and wonder how I'm going to get it all done. Within this life of responsibilities, it's sometimes a wonder we get a shower every day, much less get our hair fixed and, dare I say, put on makeup!  I have to admit that over the past year (or longer) I have become very lax in putting on makeup before leaving the house for work, errands, and sometimes - even church services (Wednesday nights only, thank you). Some days, like today, it's very hard for me to even get out of bed and get going, thanks to my new nemesis - Fibromyalgia.  So in an effort to get to work on time (yeah, right) I skip the makeup and head out.  But then every time I walk past a mirror, I feel, oh I don't know, old, ugly, ti...

Persistence and Determination

I have survived three and a half weeks of Bethany's Bikini Boot Camp!  Albeit I feel like I may die during every single class.  I have been attending 3 days a week - Monday, Wednesday and Friday, religiously- and only missed 2 classes, one because I had a sinus infection, pharyngitis, tracheitis, and bronchitis - all at the same time, and the other was rained out.  I have even attended a couple of the extra cardio classes on Tuesdays and Thursdays.  I have been so sore since I started this adventure, every minute of every day.  But I persist.  I am determined.   Running, I have found, is the bane of my existence.  Well, cardio in general.  I am still the very last, slowest bootcamper, at every class I attend.  I still cannot run consistently for a full lap (1/3 mile).  The stairs still hate me.  "Jumping Jacks" still feel like daggers are being stabbed into my ankles.  And I cannot even bear to talk about "Mountain Clim...

The Jumping Bean

I have six children and two dogs and a husband living in my house.  That's makes me pretty busy, even when I'm not busy.  At any given moment there is some sort of drama or life lesson to be learned from it.  Last night was no exception. Patience is a virtue rarely voluntarily practiced in a household of eight.  Over the years we have all tried our best to learn that, with this many people, sometimes you just have to wait your turn whether you like it or not.  So now we have a new member of the family, my 9 year old stepson, Joey, who just moved with us from his mother's household of three people.  I'm sure you can already guess that having another boy in the house has turned it tospy-turvy!  He has an energy none of the other children ever exuded.  He just can not stay still! To be honest, I really don't remember Darin, my 22 year old, being so hyper at 9.  So, needless to say, it's taking a lot of patience on my part to get used to this....