I realize most people use this excuse about their prolonged absence from functional society, but I really have been super busy. Like, really. So I have the wife gig (seriously the coolest thing I’ve ever done), the mom thing (loving every minute and the bloopers are hilarballs), work (have always enjoyed my job, no changes on that front), and wife of the sole proprietor of ITS. And a new Bible Study. And teaching Sunday School. But here’s the thing, we’re all busy! Have you ever gotten in a ‘busy-off’ with another mom? You’re going to lose. I lose every time. I don’t know why I feel the need to tell anyone that I’m busy because, inevitably, they have way more going on than I do and I end up feeling like Milton Waddams (Office Space, google it and laugh). ME: “I have been running around like crazy lately, I feel like I need to schedule time to rest!” THEM: “Oh I know, there just aren’t enough hours in the day. Between working at the law firm, tending my garden of gluten free organic vegetables, completing my doctorate in physiology, volunteering at the ASPCA, making three home cooked meals for my nine children, finishing up that book I’m writing on parenting adolescents, and moderating the Tolkien Message Board I started, I feel stretched thin too.” ME: “Note to Self-Unfriend this person on facebook and start spying on her pins.”
So our little venture, Intensity Training Systems, is doing amazingly well! Red and I are having a blast and the people who have come to train with us are angels. It’s like working out in the living room with your best friends and a really tall red head telling you to keep your shoulder blades down all the time. I laugh more now while working out than I ever have. Yes, I laugh during work out. It used to be at the meat muffins bicep curling with too much weight and improper form in front of the gym mirror. Now it’s because our group of Bootcampers crack me up the whole 35 minutes. We prayed about starting this business for a long time and we truly believe the Lord led us to point; so we just keep praying that He’ll continue to bring people into our lives who we can really help. Have you ever stopped to think about the things for which you are praying? I feel as though every time I ask the Lord for something He totally comes through…sooooo why don’t I always pray for BIG things? Maybe I feel like I shouldn’t ask God for stuff like that when there are people around the world in much greater need than me. But, the truth is that it’s not about ‘what’ you’re praying for, it’s about your dependence on God to get it for you. I am slowly starting to figure that out . It’s taken 30 years, so I’m in the slow group. If God has His followers divided up into groups (like they used to do to us with those reading groups in grade school) He’d have The Eagles, The Lions and I’d be down in The Yaks or The Water Buffalos.
This new Bible Study, “Love to Eat Hate to Eat”, could not be any cooler. First of all, the women in this group have the most beautiful spirits I’ve ever been around. It’s like their glowing when they talk. Second of all, I am learning so very much about myself it’s borderline uncomfortable…which is right where you want to be if you’re making moves in your life. The reason I’m going to this in the first place is because I can’t understand why food is such a big deal to me; I get excited about certain foods and always feel guilty after eating or feel sad when I have to abstain from my favorite foods. Dude, it’s food. It ain’t oxygen. Red sees food as fuel for his life and nothing more. I see food as my sweet little friend who loves me and wants me to be happy. So I wanted to know how God sees food and find out if He even gives a hoot what I put in my cake-hole. He does, in fact, give a hoot. What I’m learning so far is that, as with anything else in life, if food gets in the way of your relationship with Him it’s a bad thing. If you’re thinking about food more than you’re thinking about Him it’s a bad thing. If you’re destroying the temple of your body with unhealthy habits it’s a bad thing. Also, don’t be a glutton (I figure that’s a given since it’s in the Big 7). God cares about food because, a lot of times, it replaces Him. If you eat when you’re stressed or depressed or bored instead of relying on or going to Him then food is getting in the way of your spiritual maturation. It’s like crack (bear with me), if you’re dependent on something that’s not your Lord and Savior then it’s a problem. C.S. Lewis really captures the idea when he wrote “Is it wrong to eat food and enjoy it? No, certainly not. If that were the case, the Lord would not have blessed us with the capacity to taste. It is wrong to eat only when the purpose of that eating is simply to experience the pleasure of the crunch or the sweetness or the temperature in spite of God’s good provision. It is the heart that says, ‘I know this is more than I need, and that I’m harming myself by having it, but I love the pleasure of this experience more than I love the pleasure of doing what pleases the Lord, so I’m just going to go ahead and satiate myself.” Whoa dude. At least that’s what I thought when I read it, I don’t know about you. So these first few weeks were all about seeing ourselves as Christ Followers, in-dwelt by the Holy Spirit and therefore capable of great things and so very precious. It’s about seeing the problem and knowing you can change. These coming weeks we’re learning about HOW to change, exactly.
MEATBALL UPDATE! John Blue is now 15 months old, 35lbs and running into a size 3T. He says Poppy (in an odd Jersey Shore accent that I attribute to RHONJ which he heard while in the womb), Daddy, Mama, shoes (sounds like soos), moo, okie dokie, baby, get down (gee dow), Boom Face (boom fssss), Oh Me (failed attempt at Amen) and of course No No. The rest sounds like fluent Korean. He has an all out crush on Adele and dances to the Andy Griffith theme song like it’s his job. I can’t believe how quickly he grows and learns. I have got to check myself before I accidentally teach him how to say “Amazeballs”. Red and I are in round table discussions on baby number 2 and in constant warfare over names of said offspring (hey, we’re planners). All I know is I’m not down with naming our children after the Highwaymen, even if we do already have a Johnny.