I never followed Jenny because I had to do it.
Sure, she was a gale force when she didn’t get her way, and she was so much stronger than me when we ran and played together. I can still close my eyes and see her perched at the top of the swingset or running so fast that if she had fallen she might have exploded into a thousand pieces.
I also knew that her role in any game we played was determined by her. I had my opinion and I was always Princess Leia when I played at home, but Jenny got to be leading role (even if she had never seen it before #IwasrightaboutStarWars).
I didn’t even follow Jenny because of her fierce love for me or because she demanded it.
I am NOT God. I won’t even try to be.
However, so much of what He teaches us is from the reflection of His character.
So applying His characteristics to my life (with the sound knowledge of my place in His great world and great purpose- I AM NOT GOD), I can learn how to better follow Him.
It’s another season that is difficult. It’s not that it’s going to break me, but I am worn slick.
But I have come to learn that I am not thankful for the disciplines when I need their benefits most. In fact, the last thing I want to do when life gets too heavy is the things that require more of me.
During a funeral is the last time we expect to start being more faithful at anything.
Illness doesn’t help us hold our heads up to look at a memory verse.
A broken heart is the hardest to get to sing praises.
I am overweight. I am not sure when I will not be. Each struggle to combat this has led to failure recently.
I have been prayerful about my next steps and pushing them toward the top of my goal list.
I’ve been at this weight before and hated it. It’s no picnic today either. I remember all the hard work and how it took forever to work my hiney off (Literally! <- Also the correct use of literally).
I don’t like that I have already done this hard work. I don’t like that every time I seem to see a pound or two disappear it comes back and sometimes brings friends (like some fabulous fat-keg party that pounds keep showing up to… apparently there’s a party in my torso that I had no idea would be so popular).
I have sacrificed a lot. I am a mother. It is almost in my job description.
I wouldn’t be a good mom if I didn’t let the kids have my last bite.
I wouldn’t be a good wife if didn’t let my husband sleep in on his days off.
I wouldn’t be a good granddaughter or niece if I didn’t go visit my grandmother this week.
I wouldn’t be a good daughter if I didn’t keep checking on my Daddy while He is in the hospital.
I wouldn’t be a good co-op teacher if I don’t get my supply list in for leadership to get out to parents.
(Being good… well, that’s an entirely different subject… moving on!)