In what we Trust?

I am a new Thomas Nelson Book Review Blogger. I have been preparing for my review of Max Lucado’s Fearless, which is great because I am such a huge Max Lucado fan. But yes, I can be an objective reviewer. There it was over and over again as I made notes for my review. Trust Him. Trust God. Trust Christ. I  have been examining my fears but realize greater thought should be given to trust. Some people trust money. Other people rely on their intellect. Most people trust what is tangible. All of the people in Max’s book had fear but were victorius because they knew what to do with their fear. It’s not about what you are afraid of. It is about who you trust.

All for Naught

So they arrived and returned safely without me having to be there to boss my husband’s driving. And no, not one phone call to let me know they got there safely. All of my requests were not honored. They all claimed they forgot but I think they were probably having too much fun. They went to see their beloved Pop-pop and then went out for pizza. Someone defined fear with the acronym false experiences appearing real. That sums up my worries.

I think that if I got nothing else from Max Lucado’s book is to fear less and to trust more. Easier said than done but the battle begins with the mind. In Max Lucado’s “In the Eye of the Storm,” he said to pray twice as much as you fret and that when you can’t trace God’s hand, trust his heart. As I look at Fearless, I think that beyond truly trusting,  I must become a master of casting my cares or throwing them on God instead of worrying.

Fear less

Trust more

Pray more

Too Long

I am embarrassed at how long it has been since I have posted to this blog. Life was crazy and busy at the same time. Max Lucado forced me to post. Well, not him personally but his book, "Fearless." One chapter is called "My Child is In Danger" and I realized how guilty I was of that fear. My husband said he was going to take my two sons to see his ailing father. Somehow, the 45 minute drive seemed wrought with drunk drivers, my husband's perceived careless driving that needed my wise intervention (yeah, right) and other dangers. I demanded that my husband call me when he got there. Then ordered my five year old to make sure Daddy calls when he got there. Then told my two year old to make sure Daddy calls when he gets there. I hugged them like they were leaving for Iraq. My heart began to palpitate and realized that I was gripped in fear. Then I recalled how this entire week, month, really if I am honest I feared losing my job because of announcements of a merger and possible reduction in force. I could catalog the fears like a Monk episode: needles, bugs, spiders, anything crawling that I didn't give birth to, etc. Lions, tigers, and bears, oh my! I will be posting a review in the future, as soon as I finish the book. In the interim, the book is worth checking out and the blog is worth checking back in to see whether it made a difference in my life.

My week

My mother had another car accident. That’s two in one month.

My 5-year old had six fillings.

My baby was diagnosed with leg length discrepancy.

My father-in-law is admitted to the hospital.

My job laid off roughly 10% of staff.

I struggle with sickness and fatigue.

$1700 out of pocket.

I’m drained.

My wallet is drained.

Isaiah 41:10 says “I will strengthen you and help you…”, well, it is that strength I will need and the generosity of people to meet my goal for the Leukemia & Lymphoma Society and to get me through this time.

It’s been a long while

I shouldna left you

Without a dope blog

To step to, to step to

Okay so it doesn’t quite sound the same as the original but the point is still the same. I have been so busy but now have a brief moment to breath. In…out…

Breathing over, time to work on the fundraiser. I will be hosting PJ’s Polar Express Party to raise funds for LLS.

I’m in a tense moment because it looks like they will be scheduling my mother’s surgery close to if not during the marathon week.

Barack Obama – please do something about the uninsured and about health care!!! Fix it please.

Love and peace from a woman who is not city slick nor country greasy,

MVP

Behind

I am now officially behind in my training. Everytime I saw my coach, she said I was to do eight miles. I’ve been doing eight miles for a month now. I thought it was some new technique. It turns out, we should have built up to twelve miles at this point. I’m scared and I don’t know what to do. And I’m behind on my fundraising.

All I can do is keep moving forward. The mission is so important. I don’t have time to be discouraged.

Tired celebrity

I’m jealous that Sandy’s team trains together for cross-training. We have to do our assigned cross-training on our own. We’re up to ten miles this week and for the first time, I’m scared. Seven miles and eight miles were difficult. I missed nine miles because of the fundraiser. Can I jump from 8 to 10? I guess I’ll just have to. I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me – that is what I will be telling myself every step of the way. To add to that, everyone is recognizing me from the newspaper article and I have to tell my story and do speaking engagements but so far, it hasn’t resulted in more donations. I need to meet my fundraising goal. Oh, and I’m also jealous of Sandy’s super great pictures which were probably taken with her super expensive fancy camera. Even if it was taken with a cheap point and shoot, all her pics are golden to me.