Amen. I just have to trust in God to get me through all of this and do my best to live for him.
Let the brave be heard.
This Thursday (1/12) I turned 25. It was probably one of the most positive birthdays I have had in quite a few years. Not that my birthday celebrations weren’t great, but my outlook was nowhere near as positive as it was this year. God has been changing my heart and mind in so many ways over the past few months, that coming into this quarter-century celebration was almost empowering when I really think about it. Or maybe it was just feeding off of New Years. Either way, it was good.
I think one of the biggest differences has been my outlook on living a healthy lifestyle. I have seen the results of my new eating habits and workout schedule, and have to constantly thank God for the self-control and discipline He is weaving into the person He is creating me to be. These two words, “self-control” and “discipline” are no longer curse words to my lazy mind. They are challenges and exciting to me now that I see what they bring about. It is no wonder to me that God talks about self-control as a fruit of the Spirit, or why there is such an emphasis on it. Self-control covers the Spiritual aspects of life that encompass every part of life, more than I had imagined possible. When we think of self-control it is either about going against the flesh and sin, or food. But in reality, this is about so much more. It isn’t all that concrete to me yet, I still have so much to learn, but I am certainly seeing the fruits of what is being sewn. For me, a lot of it is about food at the moment. My desire for chocolate has changed to necessity. Do I need it? I want to be able to get to a point where I am confident in knowing that I can make a good, healthy, dark-chocolate bar last quite a while. I don’t think I am at that point yet. Recognizing this is important, it is a fun challenge to say no.
Having the self-control and discipline not to quit in my work outs is where a huge portion of my focus is coming out of anemia. I have never learned to push through pain or work harder when I am actually feeling weak. I would give up before, like in sports practices in high school. Now, I don’t exactly have that choice. Well, I do, but I don’t like feeling disappointed or that I didn’t give what I should. My hope and prayer is that I can get to a point where working out is exciting. Or where my mind sees the need over my exhaustion. In other words, I want it to be a lifestyle change where I know the benefits and see the accomplishment, and keep going. If I can achieve daily habits of wellness, then I can focus on more. Not to mention the energy that I will gain will help boost my ability to do things I love, like my ministry. I need to be able to keep up with awesome teenagers. They inspire me to get to where I need to be, and for that I thank God for giving me that opportunity.
Anyways, this is my outlook on 25. I feel so good, even when I am tired because I know it is because I have worked hard, or because I have new challenges to help create a healthier lifestyle. I owe it all to Christ, for in Him all things are possible, and all things are good. My prayer is that I can meet Him step for step in this health journey towards an understanding of what it means to stewards this body He gave me, and to see myself in a better light than I have. But that is all for another time.
I love this, and I need this to be a poster or wall art in my room/house.
THIS. THIS. THIS. OH MY SOUL. DO WHATEVER IT TAKES.
This. This is what should scare us most out of our dull and culture-driven lives. Culture doesn’t want to get you anywhere, it wants to keep you from where you are supposed to be.
I had a request to post my tattoo and the meaning.
“How beautiful on the mountains are the feet of those who bring good news, who proclaim peace, who bring good tidings, who proclaim salvation, who say to Zion, “Your God reigns!” -Isaiah 52:7
I use my tattoo and future tattoos as witnessing tools.
I’m a missionary. My life is devoted to spreading the Gospel. My feet are going to be everywhere. They’re going to beaten up for God and that’s beautiful. I’m also a dancer. Let me tell you, dancers do not have beautiful feet at all! So it’s kind of ironic, but when I dance it brings beauty to the eye. Dance is a true beauty to watch and when I dance it’s for my Lord!
So that’s just a tiny summary of the meaning.
I want my “Aletheia” and “Agape” tattoos something fierce. Both feet. “Walk in Truth” and “Walk in love.” :0)