Joyously Thankful

I woke this morning with a heart both light and full. Today I celebrate God’s goodness with family and friends and remember a year filled with goodness. I am grateful for Jesus, my best friend. I am grateful for my family. I am grateful for my good job and wonderful boss. I am grateful that I continue to walk through difficult times and learn and grow. I am thankful for those of you who read this blog and encourage me with your stories of perseverance and hope. Today, may you all experience joy and love. And remember where our good bounty comes from. Have a wonderful Thanksgiving!

Oh, and I am celebrating with the most wonderful salad in the world, of which I am sharing a picture.

In case you so desire to replicate:

Romaine lettuce

Shredded kale

spinach

cucumbers

shredded carrots

green peppers

I also made buttermilk sugar cookies with buttercream frosting. And while I won’t be eating those, I am thankful to share them with my family, who will delight in every morsel!

A Wonder-Filled World

This morning I woke up early and checked the thermometer outside. I usually don’t go out if it’s below 20 degrees because no matter how many layers I put on, it isn’t enough. The thermometer was in a good mood today so I layered up and out I went.

Many people refuse to exercise because it’s hard and it’s boring. I admit, the first few weeks I walked my 310 pound body around the block it was torturous. But I had an end goal in mind. I wanted to change my life, not just my clothes size. I wanted to lose the weight and never, ever gain it back. Sometimes we must do hard things to learn what a beautiful place this world can be.

This morning the first thing I did was step out into the brisk morning air and look up to the sky. I looked for my favorite cluster of stars(The Big Dipper), and for the moon. The sky never bores me. I am entranced by the stars and the changing shape of the clouds. I am mesmerized by the sky as it changes moment by moment while I walk. Often it is pitch black when I leave and the sun is shining amber rays over the horizon as I approach my house. This ever changing canvas makes exercising wonderful.

Not only does the sky change in the morning while I walk, but the landscape around me changes day by day. Because I live in St. Louis we have this thing called seasons. I get to watch my neighbors flowers sprout and bloom. I watch shrubs grow and thrive. I watch trees bud, flower, and flush green before fading to rusty hues in the Fall. I see squirrels scamper and bark. I watch Raccoons bound into sewers and possums freak out because they can’t decide whether to run or, well, play possum. Oh, did I mention I’m exercising while experiencing all of this? I almost forgot.

It’s winter now and I’m one of a handful of people still working out in the outdoors. This morning my friend Laura shouted “Hey Margaret” from across the road and I shouted “Hey” at a man riding his bicycle. My morning “work-outs” often feel more like an escape into an alternate reality where the world is beautiful and stress melts away like hot butter, not an awful chore to be endured and loathed. I have been teasing my boss about his new personal trainer. She is working him so hard he lubbs into work like a puddle of warm cheese. That’s not my idea of fun. And if I want to maintain this healthy lifestyle, I’m sure as heck not going to be miserable doing it. (He’s on his umpteenth trainer in the 7 years I’ve known him) Sure I have off days. Everyone does. But most days I am tickled pinker than the sky to be outside and moving.

You might think losing weight and getting healthy is impossible. It’s not. Start small and work your way up. Tomorrow try 10 minutes and in a month try 20. Whatever you do, don’t languish in your house where the only exercise you get is between the couch and the pantry. This world is filled with wonder. Go out and see it. I dare you!

Suffering? Take heart!

Sometimes life grabs us by the throat and throttles us. Whether by illness, grief or bad choices, we find ourselves in a place we don’t want to be and with no way out. Sometimes there is no escaping the suffering that overtakes our lives. We have one of two choices, bear up beneath the weight of it, or crumple.

I am really good at crumpling. It’s the easier option after all. The storms of life blow and I put the back of my hand to my forehead and twirl in circles right before I “faint.” I am well acquainted with the ground, having spent my share of time wallowing in the dirt. And sometimes we need to do that for a minute. We need to cry and grieve whatever it is we’ve lost, but eventually we have to make the choice to stagnate or pick up and move on.

The one common denominator of suffering is that we bear it uniquely and personally. My pain is not the same as your pain but I still feel it. One person’s stubbed toe is another person’s cancer. I try to never diminish the sorrow of another person because I am incapable of feeling exactly what they feel. After all, I have never lived their life. My husband likes to use the term “Milk Toast” when referring to someone with less than stellar resilience. But we can never gauge with complete accuracy the intensely personal pain of another person.

As one who has struggled a lot over the years, I think people that don’t have problems are weird. I always wonder if they are lying. Is their life really that good? And maybe it is. Who am I to judge? But I would venture to guess that the majority of us have struggled or suffered in some way during our short time in this world. If you are in the “painless” majority, just wait. It’s coming.

If you are suffering today with emotional or physical trauma, my heart goes out to you. And I have some advice for you to take or leave, as you see fit. I even promise not to be offended if you slam the door in my face by way of navigating away from this webpage.

1) This too shall pass. It’s true, time does heal. Pain leaves scars but eventually the acute pain will fade. Grieve while you must, cry and groan. Cry out for help from true friends who know you well, and let them comfort you.

2) Move. I don’t mean just exercise, though it does help to get your heart rate up if you can. But do not stay where you are. I like the verse that says, “Yeah though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death…” Notice the author doesn’t say, Yeah though I lie motionless in the valley….” Move mentally. Move spiritually. Move physically. Just don’t stay in that place if you can help it.

3) Rest. Sleep helps the body heal. Be kind to yourself and get at least 8 hours. And then remember #2 above.

4) Forgive(if someone wronged you). Anger only turns to bitterness. Bitterness will eat away at your future joy and leave you hollow. This is not easy. It may take time. But chip away at it and go out and live again. It is especially important to forgive yourself if you realize you made the mistake. Then go make it right if you can.

5) Do something for someone other than yourself who is suffering. Even if you don’t feel like it. Do it. Sometimes we have to step outside of our pain and recognize others hurt too. This will take the focus off you for a minute and give you room to heal. And, you will comfort someone who desperately needs it.

6) Listen to music. I often hear lyrics that help me deal with my own issues. I can’t explain it. Music truly does soothe the soul.

7) Breathe. Take long deep breaths. They will help your body relax. 8) Learn. We have the opportunity as human beings to fill our brains with knowledge. Use your brain. I often find learning about my issues helps me anesthetize my suffering. And take good notes. You may need to pull them out the next time something awful happens.

9) Let go. All too often I carry the world on my shoulders unnecessarily. Sometimes we just have to focus our attention elsewhere and stop thinking about it. This is a concerted mental exercise but if we practice it, we will heal faster.

The sun may not come up tomorrow. Live today as if it were your last. If you are not suffering, go out and brighten someone’s life. Hug your dog. Refrain from yelling at your stubborn child. Stop and howl at the moon.

And here’s one that bears repeating over and over and over…. Love. You are here because your parents loved. That tiny seed started something…namely, YOU. You are valuable, lovely and have a purpose. Never forget it.