After a long hiatus from blogging, I’ve decided to pick back up, a little wiser, with one more child than when I was last here. I’m now a certified doula, childbirth educator and mother to THREE!!!! Currently I am recovering from an umbilical hernia repair, and am at the stage where I don’t need the painkillers but can’t do more than walk for the next several weeks. No lifting (including my toddler) and I’m trying to stay out of trouble as much as possible. Which leaves me to my armchair and laptop, and in my condition I think blogging will be good to take my mind off things!
My name is Pride. I am a cheater.
I cheat you of your God-given destiny. . . because you demand your own way.
I cheat you of contentment . . . because you “deserve better than this.”
I cheat you of knowledge . . .because you already know it all.
I cheat you of healing . . .because you’re too full of me to forgive.
I cheat you of holiness. . . because you refuse to admit when you’re wrong.
I cheat you of vision . . . because you’d rather look in the mirror than out a window.
I cheat you of genuine friendship . . . because nobody’s going to know the real you.
I cheat you of love. . . because real romance demands sacrifice.
I cheat you of greatness in heaven . . . because you refuse to wash another’s feet on earth.
I cheat you of God’s glory . . .because I convince you to seek your own.
My name is Pride. I am a cheater.
You like me because you think I’m always looking out for you. Untrue.
I’m looking to make a fool of you.
God has so much for you, I admit, but don’t worry . . .
If you stick with me
You’ll never know.
–Beth Moore, from Praying God’s Word
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going around. I think I’ve caught it. My throat hurts, ears are stopped up, getting tired.
Ugh. I’ve been taking Emergen-C for mega vitamin C doses. Drinking echinacea tea. Zinc lozenges. I might have to go to Jamba Juice for their cold-stopping smoothie next!
My uncle was riding his motorcycle when a pick up truck hit him today. He’s in the hospital, broke his leg in the same place it broke 20 years ago when he was in a motorcycle accident. Meanwhile, his wife–my aunt–is battling breast cancer, with regular chemo and radiation treatments scheduled through the summer.
My heart is burdened for them. All I can do is pray, and praying I am.
We baked a birthday cake to celebrate Jesus’ birthday. Grace helped by cracking the eggs, and pouring ingredients into the mixer. After it came out of the oven, Grace decorated it. When I mentioned eating it, she wanted to know if it was okay with Jesus if we ate his cake. Christmas day, we sang Happy Birthday to Jesus and enjoyed every bite of His birthday cake.
is the best game ever. Grace LOVES to be Cinderella, and I, of course, get to be the mean Stepmother. I get to snap at her and act mad and make her clean her room and the living room and the bathrooms and her brother’s room (he’s Drizella, most days) and she thinks it’s SOOOO COOL!!!! Plus I get a spotless house!!
It’s so funny. But the other day I snapped at her that Drizella and Anastasia were still sleeping and she must be quiet, and her eyes got big and she whispered, (“Wait–are you still Stepmother?”) It was so cute.
Pshew! I got my T-shirt. It fits. Hallelujah! 🙂
I’ve found a new love for non-weight bearing exercise: SPIN class. It feels good, it kicks my butt, and I leave 45 minutes later with 650 calories burned.
I played racquetball with Terry tonight, and he commented that he could tell SPIN has paid off: I’m much more agile. We actually volleyed instead of me just trying to dodge his serves and watch him play!
Unfortunately, the January New Year’s Resolution crew have decided to actually use their gym memberships. The class, which had extra bikes in Dec, is filling up by 11:35 for a 12:00 class!! People are arriving at 11 to get a bike. Regulars, who work, arrive and find the bikes are all gone. I watched two separate chicks sign in for 4 different people and grab 4 tags. I think that’s ridiculous: That’s half the class right there, with only 18 bikes available! Plus one chick’s mother was 2 minutes LATE arriving, which hardly seems fair to the people who were actually on the premises and didn’t get a bike.
My suggestion to the gym is to add an 11:00 class for the early birds, thus lightening the burden of the 12:00 class. Or keep the tags/sign in behind the counter and assign ONE tag per person. Or both. Or add some SPIN bikes on the general floor, since the bikes they have out there won’t do extended positions.