tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-75654348109881503862024-03-05T10:11:22.290-08:00Beyond Vegan 3.0~It's Complicated.Two moms run toward God and away from most food.Pixie's momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07382261217482564881noreply@blogger.comBlogger246125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7565434810988150386.post-57370387852860768192016-03-26T16:47:00.000-07:002016-04-07T05:21:12.324-07:00Last Day - Surrender, Contentment, Gratitude.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<i>Imagine yourself on a wild border or standing on a threshold, knowing that you cannot fully embrace what is on the other side until you have let this place shape and form your heart. When you notice your attention drifting or your mind starting to analyze, return to your breath and the present moment. Allow yourself to feel whatever arises in this space. Honor the mystery - Christine Paintner</i><br />
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This is it. Our last day. This fast has taught me SO very much. Here's a short list.<br />
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<li>Taking away all game apps, social media (except advertising my Holy Yoga Classes and YL), and the not watching the Today Show showed me how much I waste time everyday. I had to reprogram my morning and try to reprogram how I unwind. </li>
<li>Ann Voskamp's Book - 1,000 Gifts was difficult for me to read. It took me the entire fast to finish it. I read the last chapter yesterday. However, I'm glad that I did not speed through it. Learning to be content and grateful in all things? I for one needed that to work in and through my heart and mind. If you can learn to be grateful and content? You are less likely to be angry or critical. Good stuff.</li>
<li>Before this fast, I considered myself pretty surrendered to Christ, but I prayed that God would show me areas that needed surrender. Boy oh boy did he ever show me. Emotionally painful and heavy things happened during this fast. So painful in fact that I questioned everything-my intentions, my abilities, whether I should continue as a Young Life leader, my capabilities as a loving wife, mother, and friend? It all came to a head. I cried. I prayed. I cried some more. I prayed so much in the last month and a half than I have in a very, very long time. I surrendered my reputation and the need/want to be liked by everyone. I discovered that my own efforts cannot fix the things that happened, but God can and I will depend on him.</li>
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Fasting is a good and NEEDED thing in my life. I dread it every year, but in the end? It is probably one of the best things I can do. I do it not so God will do something for me, but because I desperately need to know Him more. We serve a God that wants relationship with us. I need this fast to get all of the stuff in my life out of the way so that I can focus, realign, and become FULLY dependent on God again. He is my source of all life. He is my all in all. </div>
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As I go back to eggs, cheese, Instagram, the Today Show and more, I pray that I will continue to be fully dependent on him and nothing else. Happy Easter everyone!! </div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12481296290470912055noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7565434810988150386.post-34878341050670698452016-03-01T08:18:00.001-08:002016-03-01T08:18:18.616-08:00Kelly's First day of MarchHowdy.<br />
I am back in the land of the living.<br />
Admittedly, I wanted to die last weekend.<br />
Strep is a ferocious beast.<br />
To give you an example of my weekend, Saturday, I:<br />
1~Watched four movies.<br />
2~Took a two hour nap.<br />
3~Ate four cans of soup.<br />
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It was the first nice weekend we've had since November, but whatev. And, by "whatev," I mean "WHY?! WHY?! WHY ME?!"<br />
Yep.<br />
My ugly is showing. <br />
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So, I had some time to think over the weekend in between all my chick flicks and naps and soups. I even think I dreamt up a pretty darn good book idea. So, in my spare time, I think I've decided to write. Look for my book at bookstands everywhere in the springtime of 2030 (Will they even have book stands then?)! I digress (what's new).<br />
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So, I was thinking...<br />
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Do I know enough people that are NOT like me?<br />
Do I know enough people who do NOT believe what I believe?<br />
Who do not THINK like I think?<br />
Who do not have the same political views I have?<br />
Do I know enough poor people? Rich people? Young people? Old people? Asians? African-Americans? Mexican-Americans? Gay people? Homeless (gulp)? Immigrants? Germans? Okay, so I've got the Germans covered (and, if you start one more of your little "let's annoy Kelly by posting random German junk on her FB page"...it's over. You just remember, people, I bought GIRL SCOUT COOKIES FROM YOU, AND I CAN'T EVEN <i>EAT</i> THEM!).<br />
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If we're friends only with people like ourselves, we will become narrow minded and religiously (is that a word) apathetic. Is <i>THAT</i> what I am? Is <i>THAT</i> what I've become? Instead of having intellectual conversations regarding differences and learning what it is that makes people tick, what their passions and convictions are, am I lazily having surface level conversations with them and avoiding any topic of conversation that might be considered controversial? I mean, don't get me wrong. I don't like "cleaning up" after some angry conversation with someone that went awry. That's never fun, but can't we respectfully carry on a conversation regarding differing beliefs in the spirit of trying to KNOW someone on a more personal level without World War III breaking out?<br />
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Just wanted to share a few thoughts out there. I'll let you know if they develop into anything "noteworthy." :)<br />
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Happy Tuesday, Y'all!<br />
It's a beautiful day in South Carolina, so I'm going to go enjoy the sunshine since I'm not on my death bed anymore! Pixie's momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07382261217482564881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7565434810988150386.post-65830184265958900522016-02-26T13:48:00.001-08:002016-02-26T13:48:35.803-08:00Kelly~A House DividedI have strep.<br />
I ate chicken noodle soup---hold the chicken---today.<br />
You know what you tell the doctor when you have five kids, and she tells you that you have strep?<br />
"You need to make me well...ASAP. I don't have time for this."<br />
To which she replies, "You need to rest."<br />
So...here's to doctors everywhere who have NO IDEA what it's like to have children, much less five children (She raises her hot herbal tea high).<br />
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One thing that seems to be a theme this "go 'round" of this fast is UNITY. You have to love election years. They have a knack for turning friends against each other, and kind people in to mean people. There is nothing quite like an election year to give people FULL GROUNDS to "speak their truth"...in "love." You know, the kind that is "out of concern for you" (as if you've lost your mind).<br />
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I don't understand this phenomenon. I mean, the Christian majority of this country of ours has gone all but completely silent, standing aside while issues that should grieve us to the core have gone largely unchecked. But, give Christians an election year, and we will lash out at every single candidate AND each other. Where is the fruit in <i>that</i>?<br />
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Satan uses divisiveness as a main tool to make way for his plans. I was looking over my Holy Yoga training notes from a couple years ago yesterday morning. I'll share a few points:<br />
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<i><b><span style="color: #351c75;">He is up to the same 'ole schemes he's always been up to.</span></b></i></div>
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<i><b><span style="color: #351c75;">He is a one trick pony.</span></b></i></div>
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<span style="color: #351c75;"><span style="color: black;">The thing that comes to mind, and that has been a theme as of late as originally brought up by my new friend, Ashley, is that the easiest win for Satan is when he can trick people into being divided. "Satan is a ONE TRICK PONY." If it has worked once for Satan, it's worked a thousand times. And, if it's worked a thousand times, it should work a thousand more for him. Can't we all CATCH ON?! We are LOSING against these schemes if we don't take a stand against them!</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #351c75;"><b><span style="color: black;">"Two are better than one, because they have a good return for their labor: if either of them falls down, one can help the other up...Also, if two lie down together, they will keep warm. But how can one keep warm alone?...two can defend themselves. A cord of three strands is not quickly broken." ~Ecclesiastes 4:<i> 9-12 </i></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #351c75;"><span style="color: black;">We are meant to do life TOGETHER...UNIFIED in mission, not arguing and angrily trying to prove our point. It's detrimental to the Gospel message AND politics. We spend all our time trying NOT to judge, but bring in a Presidential candidate who claims to be Christian, and we will RAKE HIM ACROSS THE COALS judging whether or not he's ACTUALLY saved. Where's the fruit in <i>that?</i> Moreover, do we actually think that, in that moment, we are representing Jesus well? We are not. We are all hypocrites in that moment.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #351c75;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: #351c75;"><b>"So Jesus called them and spoke to them in parables: "How can Satan drive out Satan? If a kingdom is divided against itself, that kingdom cannot stand. If a house is divided against itself, that house cannot stand. " ~Mark 3:23-25</b></span> </span><b><span style="color: black;"><i> </i></span></b></span><i><span style="color: #351c75;"></span><b><span style="color: #351c75;"> </span></b></i></div>
Pixie's momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07382261217482564881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7565434810988150386.post-52860888767713487132016-02-22T13:07:00.002-08:002016-02-22T13:07:44.014-08:00Kelly's Post: 3 things I am scared to pray.I am scared to pray for three things (FEAR-So holy, right?):<br />
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1~Patience. When you pray for patience, you DON'T GET PATIENCE! You get things that will MAKE YOU PATIENT.<br />
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2~Faith. When you pray for faith, you DON'T GET FAITH! You get things that will develop your faith.<br />
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3~That God would search me. Let me explain...<br />
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<span style="color: #351c75;">"Search me, O God, and know my heart; test me and know my anxious thoughts.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #351c75;">See if there is any offensive way in me, and lead me in the way everlasting."</span></div>
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<span style="color: #351c75;"><span style="color: black;">See, If I ASK God to search my heart, I already know what He'll find. He'll find the "stuff" I HIDE. You know, that stuff you sweep under the bed or hide in the closet or the back corner of your soul where the dusty filth dwells? It's like the top shelf of your display cabinet. NO ONE SEES THAT SHELF! WHY DUST? It still <i>LOOKS</i> pretty! THAT stuff. </span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #351c75;"><span style="color: black;">If I ASK God to see if there is any offensive way in me, I ALREADY KNOW WHAT HE'LL FIND! </span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #351c75;"><span style="color: black;"> ISN'T THAT <i>ENOUGH</i>? </span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #351c75;"><span style="color: black;">CAN'T WE JUST LEAVE IT AT THAT? </span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #351c75;"><span style="color: black;">DO WE <i>REALLY</i> HAVE TO GO THERE?</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #351c75;"><span style="color: black;">DO WE HAVE TO REMOVE THAT UGLY MESS?</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #351c75;"><span style="color: black;">I'M <i>PRETENDING</i> IT ISN'T THERE, AND I'M PRETTY GOOD AT IT!</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #351c75;"><span style="color: black;">IT ONLY COMES OUT AT HOME WHERE NO ONE ELSE CAN SEE IT! </span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #351c75;"><span style="color: black;">Do I need to lay it <i>ALL</i> out right here? </span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #351c75;"><span style="color: black;">I wish I was bold enough to pray that, but I know what He'd find, and that He and I would have to do the work to clean all that junk, and I HATE DUSTING. Can I just hire a cleaning service? I don't necessarily like the whole "soul work" thing. UGH. The problem is that I KNOW He already sees all this stuff! I just don't want to INVITE Him to SEARCH IT OUT! </span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #351c75;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: #351c75;">THAT IS WRETCHED.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #351c75;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: #351c75;">I'm holy like that.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #351c75;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: #351c75;">I'm even disgusted with MYSELF as I type that out.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #351c75;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: #351c75;"><span style="color: black;">Typing that out for all 12 of you to read is hard. I guess you can call this more of a confession. And, I'm NOT asking anyone to hold me accountable to "do the work" with God. I'm actually hoping that He is not reading this blog post. </span>As if.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #351c75;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: #351c75;">Anyhow, that's what's been going on the last few days. </span> </span></span></div>
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Pixie's momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07382261217482564881noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7565434810988150386.post-86459670885452088002016-02-22T09:53:00.002-08:002016-02-22T09:53:58.182-08:00Kristin's Day 13 - Over and out...Hey! I know that I'm not blogging much, but there's a reason for that. This fast is about denying myself and realigning with Christ. If you know me at all, you know that I'm always with my phone. I post yoga pictures to Instagram daily and check my feed/notifications more times a day than I can count. I snapchat. I get on Facebook most of the time not to post, but to see how my friends are doing or what they're up to.<br />
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Even after deleting games. Even after turning my notifications off.</div>
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Phone. Computer. TV. Tablet. You name it, chances are I'm on it. And I'm not reading some great Christian book or the bible. It's absolutely RIDICULOUS. I'm thirteen days into a fast and still captivated by silly, silly, SILLY things. Don't get me wrong. I love Instagram and the yoga community on it. I love staying in touch with my friends and family on Facebook, but as I'm venturing on in this fast, I feel like God is making this scripture come alive in ways that I've never experienced before.<br />
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<b><i>Psalm 119:133 - Direct my footsteps according to your word; let no sin rule over me.</i></b></div>
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<b><i>Hebrews 12:1 - Therefore, since we are surrounded by such a great cloud of witnesses, <u>let us throw off everything that hinders and the sin that so easily entangles</u>, and let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us. Let us fix our eyes on Jesus, the author and perfecter of our faith, who for the joy set before him endured the cross.</i></b></div>
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As Young Life leaders, we have prayed for a major move of God to happen at the local high school. We've been praying for years. Recently, I've starting praying for repentance to come. Not so kids would be ashamed, but so they can be CHANGED. I want to see them seek God as the source of life and not all of the trappings of this world. As I'm praying more and seeking more, I'm learning that the repentance I'm praying for needs to begin with me. </div>
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So, I'm THROWING OFF anything in my way and that includes Facebook, Instagram, Snapchat, and Twitter. These silly things will not rule over me. It's time to pull up my sleeves and get down to it.</div>
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Love you all, but I'm pulling the plug until March 26th. Over and out...</div>
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Kristin xoxo</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12481296290470912055noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7565434810988150386.post-71516462659355100342016-02-19T12:25:00.002-08:002016-02-19T12:31:36.078-08:00Kelly's Day whatever: Kelly's rant.I've been a little absent from this blog this go 'round.<br />
God's moving in HUGE ways right now, and Satan is HOT ON HIS TRACKS.<br />
See, Satan does NOT like the advancement of the Gospel message.<br />
The battle is real.<br />
But, I know who the VICTOR is.<br />
SO! Please oblige me while I step onto my soapbox for a few... <br />
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Have you ever heard someone involved in ministry say things along the lines of:<br />
"Man! Things are really good right now! Let's just ride the wave for awhile!"<br />
" Let's sit back and enjoy our hard work!"<br />
"Let's take a little breather." (You mean, you want a <i>vacation?)</i><br />
"Let's not push our luck."<br />
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PEOPLE...<br />
SHAME...SHAME on you.<br />
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I was at a loss for words all week after hearing words such as these, and Mamma always said, "If you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all." So, I respectfully plead the fifth. I think I have somewhat graciously organized my thoughts, and "Shame on you" is the nicest thing I have to say to anyone who would like to sit back and relax instead of press forward with the Message of the Gospel. I mean, LAST I CHECKED, there wasn't a passage in the Bible that mentioned Jesus taking a vacation after He preached in one town. AND, LAST I CHECKED, neither did the Apostle Paul (Go ahead and check out a map of Paul's missionary journeys. The man's passport must have been STAMPED FULL! Note: I DO NOT THINK THEY HAD PASSPORTS. I WAS TRYING TO BE FUNNY. LIGHTEN...UP). AND, LAST I CHECKED, neither did the DISCIPLES, and if you want to go OLD SCHOOL, neither did the Israelites when God FINALLY delivered them into the Promised Land. Not following? The Israelites wandered the desert for FORTY YEARS, and God FINALLY led them to the Promised land (the land they would inhabit), and THEN they had to go to BATTLE to "evict" the "tenants" that were living in this newly gifted land! Don't believe me? Go start reading in Joshua Chapter 1. And, in case you still think that we should "let it ride" when "the gettin's good," go read "Foxes Book of Martyrs." ALL of Jesus's disciples were martyred for their faith in Him, and for relentlessly spreading the Gospel. THAT doesn't sound like a "<i>VAYCAY.</i>"<br />
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I'm sorry (not sorry) if I have offended anyone. My passion for those who do not know Jesus is FIERY. It keeps me up at night. It makes me cry (and, I'm <i>not</i> a crier). It makes me want to bulldoze my way through ANY barrier that might come my way. Relentless. Unwavering. Passionate. If you HAVE been offended by any of my words, (respectfully) maybe it's time for a gut check. You can label your hesitation to forge into new territory with the Gospel message as "prayerful consideration" or "making a wise decision." You can even say, "We tried this before. It didn't work the first time. We think God doesn't want us to GO there."<br />
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I can't even. <span style="background-color: white;"><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="background-color: white;"></span></span></span><br />
My blood pressure is rising.<br />
I'm getting angry again.<br />
Maybe I shouldn't post today.<br />
Maybe I should. <br />
Do you mean to tell me that MY interpretation of Matthew 28:19-20 is incorrect? And yours? <br />
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<span style="color: #351c75;"><span style="background-color: white;"><i>MOM! Call me real quick and REMIND ME AGAIN! </i></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #351c75;"><span style="background-color: white;"><i>WHAT am I supposed to do when I don't have anything nice to say? Call them names? </i></span></span><br />
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It comes down to this (I'm taking this from Matthew 25: 14-30):<br />
If GOD gifts you with a talent (monetary, or a talent such as sewing or singing or giving, or serving, hospitality, discernment...), and YOU BURY IT (sit back and enjoy)?!!! His response:<br />
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<i><span style="color: #351c75;"> </span></i><span style="color: #351c75;"><span style="color: black;">FINALLY, I would like to encourage those of you who may have been involved in an "unsuccessful" ministry. YOUR MINISTRY WILL *NOT* RETURN VOID because GOD's WORD does *NOT* return void. If you spent years and years in ministry and ONE person came to know Jesus, EVERY SINGLE MINUTE, EVERY SINGLE DOLLAR SPENT, was worth it. Because ONE LIFE is WORTH IT. Don't believe me? Read the Parable of the Lost (things) in Luke Chapter 15. </span></span></div>
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<br />Pixie's momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07382261217482564881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7565434810988150386.post-60503382954909067022016-02-16T11:21:00.001-08:002016-02-16T11:24:48.701-08:00Kelly's Day: Pity Parties vs. Grief Please hit Play below before reading on. This song was given to me to listen to during the time in which we were dealing with my husband's brain tumor, and I found it inspiring and encouraging: <br />
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It's so easy...EASY...to throw pity parties during a fast like this. Especially when I walked by the roaster chicken section at Publix this afternoon, but I started out my day scrolling through FB, and I'm glad I did. That's exactly how "holy" I am. Some people started their day out reading the Bible. I started out on FB. Just being real here. My perspective was thrown into the realm of holy, and the day has followed suit. See, I met a family this soccer season (Their son is now on my son's team). They lost their beautiful high school daughter to cancer last year this day. Their faith is unwavering. Their relationship is so sweet. Their son on our team is such a good guy. They inspire me.<br />
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One thing that I cannot wrap my head around is loss. Children lose a parent. Children are orphaned. There is hunger across the globe. There is thirst and a lack of clean water. Women miscarry. Babies are born still. I can compute a lot of this. But, for a parent to lose a child...I cannot compute. In that desperation, I look to Jesus. He claims to be the Author and Perfecter of faith, and since I believe He is who He says He is, I KNOW His plan for me is perfect. Because of that, I KNOW I can trust this plan. I KNOW BETTER is coming! I KNOW HOLY is coming! I KNOW a time where there is NO MORE DEATH OR MOURNING OR CRYING OR PAIN is <i>coming!</i> I KNOW we who believe in Jesus and His resurrection claim VICTORY over death! I KNOW He is on His throne "making EVERYTHING new." HE is the BEGINNING and the END, and, He tells us this:<br />
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Pixie's momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07382261217482564881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7565434810988150386.post-50811667671565353582016-02-16T08:56:00.000-08:002016-02-16T08:59:34.564-08:00Kristin's Day 7 - Down and OutI'm feeling the winter blues...BIG TIME. My mood is down and I feel completely trapped in my house. I haven't been outside of Waynesboro since last Friday and it was only a Starbuck's drive-through run with a YL chick. To many that's not a big deal, but to me...a mover and a shaker? I'm on the verge of depressed. I'm also detoxing or coming down with some kind of upper respiratory thing. My ears are clogged, throat hurts, head foggy, energy = gone. I can't seem to crawl out of my own sad feelings. I would be perfectly content to stay in bed ALL DAY.<br />
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I am limiting all of those things right now. Last night, Andy and I did a date night in. Date nights in are awesome because we order in and eat delicious food and enjoy each other. We watch Netflix and chill - if you know what that means...<br />
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Instead, we ate the rest of the gross avocado pasta. GROSS but edible. We watched Netflix, but the chill was limited because of monthly things...TMI? Sorry. I feel like all of the enjoyable things in my life are no longer there. God is supposed to be my strength, my joy, my song, my all in all. He is not. Right now, my mood is completely dictated by things and weather.<br />
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I'm praying, I'm reading, I'm trying to seek God - but it isn't working. I feel completely down and out.<br />
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The good news is that I know that this will not last forever. I know that if I keep pressing in, this will eventually change. I just don't know when or how much at a time.<br />
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So if you're looking for a positive/upbeat post saying that fasting is amazing and that I'm loving every minute? This post AIN'T it. However, I'm holding on to truth. I'm participating in shereadstruth.com's Lent series. It's good.<br />
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This is my memory verse for the week. This is the truth that I will hold to today - despite how I feel, despite how I want to sleep all day, despite the sadness/down and out that seems to overwhelm me. Seasons of refreshing are coming as I am in the process of repenting - turning from things I look to that aren't the source of life. Powerful, hard, and needed truth.</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12481296290470912055noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7565434810988150386.post-28377056376096504912016-02-14T16:26:00.001-08:002016-02-14T16:26:12.914-08:00Dessert Side Note...Today being Valentine's Day and all, I wanted to make a little something for my hubby, Andy. The way to his heart is certainly through his stomach. I knew my options would be LIMITED because he joined me in this fasting adventure a few days ago, so I took to Pinterest.<div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12481296290470912055noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7565434810988150386.post-80499163315618560752016-02-14T11:46:00.002-08:002016-02-14T11:46:59.449-08:00Kristin's Day 5 - You Can Feel it in your Bones...Y'all. It's COLD. The last few days have been bitter, bitter, I mean BITTER cold. Cold and I don't work well together. Some people love snow and winter, but I lose feeling in the heels of my hands and my feet - while in the house. As a matter of fact, I couldn't even feel my toes during the first 35 minutes of my Ashtanga practice yesterday and my room was turned up to 78 degrees! Have you tried balance poses when you can't feel your toes? LOL!!<br />
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As far as the fast goes, I am failing miserably in the social media department. As of this morning, I turned my FB notifications off. I was checking it more than 10x per day - well over the 3x limit I set forth for this fast. Every time that little red dot showed up, I was eager to check it! I would just delete it off my phone, but I advertise all of my yoga classes through it, put YL events up, and wanted to post Nastassja's birthday stuff. Hopefully I can get in line soon lol! </div>
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Today is Valentine's Day and I have to admit, Andy surprised me this year. Often, we bypass gifts and such, but he gave me a charm for my Pandora bracelet. It's a yoga charm with someone doing bow pose - pretty cool! I've had this bracelet for a little over seven years. Another one or two charms and it will finally be full. I looked at all of them today and loved that each one has a beautiful memory attached. Many are from Andy, some I bought myself, and quite a few are from Kelly. I hope that you are able to take some time today, tell someone that you love them and remember that everyday is a chance to give and receive love. The memories created can be ones that are treasured for a lifetime.</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12481296290470912055noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7565434810988150386.post-13422629167250686502016-02-13T15:45:00.001-08:002016-02-13T15:45:13.434-08:00Kelly's Day 4: RomanceGrains make ALL the difference, folks.<br />
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I woke up this morning with a headache. I NEVER get headaches. Detox is serious stuff, people. WHAT does my body THINK it NEEDS?!<br />
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I made oatmeal this morning. Plain and simple. Chopped up some green apple. Heavenly. I wasn't hungry for FOUR HOURS! For lunch, I brought out my trusty rice cooker and steamed some rice with water and coconut milk (my Haitian son told me that's how they do it in Haiti). Heated up some Chickpeas, tossed said chickpeas in with the rice, olive oil, paprika, cumin, Liquid Aminos, salt. YES, PLEASE! My kids loved it, too! And, five hours later, I'm still not hungry! I just made my family homemade baked ziti. Normally, this would throw me over the deep end (wherever that is), but I don't want it or need it. Unfortunately for Kristin, I texted her a pic of the cheesy goodness that I broiled on top of my baked ziti. The girl loves cheese.<br />
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I'm feeling a little torn here. This isn't so incredibly hard on year five. It's like my body knew this was coming and relented. Yes, the headache. Yes, my digestive system is adjusting. It just isn't as HARD as it has been in the past...specifically, the first three years. I think it's the rice and grains. <br />
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Valentines Day has got me thinking: "WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME?!!" Why don't I care about romance?! I'm not the sappy, "gimme flowers and chocolate or gimme death" girl that wears pink and decorates everything with hearts. I don't need a card (trash) or a fancy dinner at an overcrowded restaurant where I have to yell my conversation and pay $28 for a bottle of wine that I can buy for $14 at Publix. Jewelry? Most of it just gets in the way. What <i>is</i> wrong with me? Isn't there somewhere in the depths that craves romance and lovey dovey sap-fest? I think I know the answer: YES. We were created with the intention to love and be loved. We were created to be a part of the greatest "Rider on a white horse" type of romance novel! We have been offered a rescue. I <i>LOVE</i> <i>that</i> story, so WHY don't I care for that story to play out tangibly in my marriage? I mean, I think that, as women, we ALL want to be cherished, pursued, desired...but romanced? Do I not think I'm worthy of romance? I don't think that's it, but I can't put my finger on it. I have no answers. So, Happy Valentines Day (tomorrow) to all of you sappy, sparkly, chocolate eatin', flower receivin', card readin', lovey-dovey ladies and gentlemen! May your restaurant wait be ev-ah in your favah.<br />
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<br />Pixie's momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07382261217482564881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7565434810988150386.post-41291387374881253312016-02-12T15:46:00.001-08:002016-02-12T15:46:24.310-08:00Kelly's Day 3: LOW ENERGY.Energy is LOW.<br />
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I don't know what else to say about this day. I just don't think I took in enough calories overall.<br />
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I DID drink "Kelly Magic" this morning! It's a juice my Ashtanga sidekick, Jada, made for me per my request, and consequently named after me (I'm trying to muster up as much humility in telling you this as possible, but truly speaking, I'm pretty pumped that I have a juice named after me). This juice, friends, is ORANGE (the sweetest oranges you ever did put in your mouth), grapefruit (not too sour, not too sweet), CAYENNE (ZAP!), 1 tsp of maple syrup, which I just found out about this morning and decided it's okay...only in Kelly Magic Juice, and lemon. It's SO VERY, VERY GOOD. I would drink a gallon a day if I could afford it. If y'all have followed our fasts of the past, you know one year I drank 6 gallons of OJ during our 40 days. So, I might set up a "Go fund me" account to pay for "Kelly Magic" for the next 40 days. Joke.<br />
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My kids did not have school today (teacher inservice). So, I took my Haitian sons to get their haircut at the barbershop. Then, we went to lunch and out to see Kung Fu Panda in 3D. One of my friends took her children to the art museum. I guess I'll get "Coolest Mom" award while she's nominated for "Nobel Award for Motherhood." It's all good! We ran into two other "Cool Moms" and a total of four other kid friends (not to mention Darby's assistant teacher) at this show. We took up the entire row. It's how we roll. It was one of those "You bring the popcorn and skittles. We will eat all of it" situations. Marcela, if you're reading this, I'm sure I owe you about 14 dollars' worth of popcorn.<br />
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<br />Pixie's momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07382261217482564881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7565434810988150386.post-70863485882357169512016-02-11T14:05:00.001-08:002016-02-11T14:05:50.607-08:00Kristin's Day 2 - What have I become??Every weekday morning I either practice Yoga at 5am, get a shower, and drink coffee in front of the Today show or I stumble out of bed between 7 and 8 and drink coffee in front of the Today show. I have it on for one to two hours - every weekday morning...<br />
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This fast includes NO Today show. I sat on the couch with my coffee and oatmeal (which ew, why do people like oatmeal) and did not know what to do with myself. I'm not checking social media regularly. I'm not playing Candy Crush: Jelly Saga. I had a moment of 'what in the world should I do with myself'???<br />
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I texted this to Kelly...<br />
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PATHETIC. You don't realize how addicted you are to something until you take it away. Granted, this only lasted about five minutes, but it happened. I mean like what have I become?</div>
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For very very selfish reasons, I need this fast. It's like this. Until I can get beyond myself, what I think I need, what I fill my life with? My everything is affected - especially my relationship with God. He is supposed to be my everything, my all in all. The Today Show? Not a sin, but an indicator that I need re-aligned. When re-alignment happens, I'm more in-tune with God. I don't get caught up in worthless habits to the point where I don't know how to spend time without them. I'll clear my head to hear HIS voice. I'll take my eyes out of screens to become available to be HIS hands and feet extended. </div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12481296290470912055noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7565434810988150386.post-66361015325458168032016-02-11T11:18:00.001-08:002016-02-11T11:18:31.009-08:00KELLY'S DAY TWO: THE POPE JUST RUINED ME.Two quotes have hit home in the last 24 hours:<br />
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<b>1~"The opposite of love is not hate, it's indifference. The opposite
of beauty is not ugliness, it's indifference. The opposite of faith is
not heresy, it's indifference. And the opposite of life is not death,
but indifference between life and death."~Elie Wiesel</b><br />
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<b>2~"No act of virtue can be great if it is not followed by advantage for others. So, no matter how much time you spend fasting, no matter how much you sleep on hard floor and eat ashes and sigh continually, if you do no good to others, you do nothing great." ~Pope Francis</b><br />
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OUCH.<br />
I hate being slapped upside the head with truth, don't you?...it means change is coming.<br />
Sometimes, I like change.<br />
Sometimes I don't, but at least when I am required to change, it means I won't become complacent, lazy or indifferent. Change means GROWTH, and I DO LIKE <i>THAT</i>. Because, at the end of my life, I hope I'm not the same stupid, selfish idiot I was when I was fifteen. I hope I'm not the same, selfish, blind-to-the-things-of-this-world woman I was in my twenties, and I hope I'm not the wretched, hate-filled, likes-to-stick-her-head-in-the-mud-so-she-doesn't-have-to-know-about-things-like-sex-trafficking spectacle I am in my thirties. And, I hope and pray that I'm not the "old lady" who constantly talks about medical issues, the weather, or how horrible the newest generation has become. So, somewhere in between, fifteen, the twenties, the thirties and the eighties, I NEED TO CHANGE!<br />
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WHY?<br />
...because the 15-year-olds need to know the things I learned when I was 15!<br />
...because the twenty-somethings need to be made aware!<br />
...because the thirty-somethings need to pull their heads outta the mud!<br />
...and the eighty-somethings need to fill our brains with the wisdom they learned instead of weather forecasts! Leave that crap to the weathermen! I want the WISDOM...because I'm so sick and tired of having to learn things the hard way! TEACH ME, DAMMIT (Yes, I just cussed! pray for me!...and then make me WISE!)<br />
...I am now accepting applications for mentors. Please PM me on FB for the link. PS-must be a SAHM, who LOLs a lot and has never used FML before. I can't STAND FML. SML acceptable, and I was just kidding about the SAHM part.<br />
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My thoughts on quote #1:<br />
If the opposite of love is not hate, but indifference, I'm in business. The problem herein lies in the fact that I get SO OVERWHELMED when I KNOW what's going on in the streets of Charlotte, or the back sticks of Kentucky or the deserts of Africa that I freeze. I literally cannot move. I can't begin to wrap my brain around the suffering, so I would literally rather never watch the news or hear sad things. Know a family going through something sorrowful, PLEASE don't tell me. It will literally keep me up at night. It will make me sick to my stomach. I would rather build a well for a village in Africa than buy a new car. Maybe I should. Maybe I will.<br />
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My thoughts on quote #2:<br />
FASTING IS <b>*NOT*</b> enough. There. Thank you, Pope Francis. You just ruined me. Because this fast might be good for me. Heck. It MIGHT be good for YOU (readers, beyond veganers...did we ever come up with a name to call you?). But, this blog? This fast? Psht. It's not virtuous. Eating only veggies and fruits (and, now grains this time) isn't costing me a THING. I'm not doing a THING that is good for others. The Pope has "slapped me upside the head." Whoa is me. And, to be entirely honest with your right now, I ACTUALLY just said a prayer to Jesus that went something like this, "Oh, Jesus, PLEASE don't ask me to do anything big." I'm thirty-six. Wretched still.<br />
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"Please, Jesus. Change me. Take the next 50 years, but GROW me. I don't want to be complacent, or indifferent, or lazy, and I sure don't want to have "meaty" conversations about weather. ~Amen."Pixie's momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07382261217482564881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7565434810988150386.post-50107437258757402342016-02-10T11:11:00.000-08:002016-02-10T11:11:51.290-08:00Day One - Back at it like a HabitYep! Here we are...again. This marks year five for me. This yearly journey is one that I hate and love at the same time. Do you have something in your life like that??<br />
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Year One - It was ALL about the FOOD. Kelly and I were basically food dumb to be blunt. We learned so much about what is in and what it takes to grow, produce, and choose food carefully.<br />
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Year Two - I was pregnant and ventured on without my partner, Kelly. I tried to fast from some foods, but ended up losing almost seven pounds - great any other time in life, but NOT while 3 months pregnant lol! SO, I switched gears and fasted from Facebook instead.<br />
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Year Three - It wasn't easy, but the food restrictions started to not be a big deal. What God was teaching me spiritually overshadowed anything I limited. Kelly and Dallas were STILL waiting on brining their boys home that year. We fasted and prayed to open doors, complete processes and in the final days of Lent that year - that is EXACTLY what happened. Faubert and Jean Marie finally came home. God is SO good.<br />
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Year Four - At this point my body was used to me stripping it of certain things and again the spiritual take-aways were HUGE. I added a yoga practice and learned plenty about my limits through injury and pushing myself too hard. Super good lessons.<br />
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Today starts Year Five - I'm going straight up Vegan - no further restrictions food wise. All the King Candy games were deleted from my phone and social media will be limited to 3x per day. Unless I'm folding laundry or watching with someone else, the TV will remain off and I'll detox from my Netflix binges.<br />
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This year's binge feast included:<br />
Hart of Dixie<br />
Gilmore Girls<br />
Downton Abbey (Amazon Prime)<br />
When Calls the Heart<br />
One Tree Hill<br />
Royal Pains<br />
Cedar Cove<br />
White Collar<br />
And various Season 1/Episode 1s that didn't make the binge cut.<br />
How did I fit all of that TV watching in with being a YL leader, mom of 4, wife, occasional substitute teacher, yoga, yoga teacher training, and traveling? I have NO idea. I just have issues...that's what.<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12481296290470912055noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7565434810988150386.post-81293059976894153652016-02-10T11:06:00.001-08:002016-02-10T11:06:13.724-08:00Kelly's Day ONE...AGAIN.Welcome Back, faithful "beyond vegan-ers." Yeah...No. We are gonna have to come up with a better name, but that's an aside.<br />
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It's Lent...again.<br />
We're doing it...again.<br />
Why? ...no idea.<br />
Actually, I have an idea. It goes like this: Kristin and I are BFFs (that's Best Friends Forever, in case you did NOT grow up in America, where every elementary aged girl bought that Best/Friends heart necklace from Claire's and gave it to a girl who ended up losing it). We come up with these ideas sometimes that sound like a better idea before you jump into it. For example, the Polar Bear Challenge, or that time I said, "Why don't you just drive down (an 8 hour drive)...TODAY," to which she replied, "Okay!" Consequently, she showed up six hours later. She drives like a bat Straight outta Compton (jk). She drives like a bat outta hell. Pray for her and for those in the car with her, and for those driving on the road around her, and for the guys working in those "SLOW DOWN-KEEP US ALIVE" zones. Just pray, people, okay? Sheesh! I don't know why we do the things we do. It keeps us on our toes, and it make her feel like she's not so dang far away. In case you don't know us, I'm in South Carolina. She's in Pennsylvania, and if you don't know WHY this friendship exists, neither did the Confederates and the Yankees, folks. Get over it.<br />
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Anyway. We have sort of switched things up again, and I'm already not sure it's going to work out for me. We decided to add grains this year, so for those of you who couldn't quite understand when we told you in years past that we are ONLY eating fruits, veggies, beans and nuts, to which you replied, "OH, the Daniel Fast," to which WE replied, "NO. Do your homework. Daniel ate grains." NOW...go ahead and ask us if it's a Daniel fast. I would say yes this year. And, it might prompt me to read the book of Daniel, which I have tried to steer clear of since Beth Moore turned it into what seemed like Astrophysics to me with her bible study.<br />
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Thanks to my new friend, Jada, who make some MAD juice that I order from her on Tuesdays and Fridays, I had 20 oz of green juice today, some rice crackers and some rice. I'm planning to eat some more rice and then some oats and grains for dinner, and then maybe some more rice. See the problem? The grains might have to go. I'll see how it goes.<br />
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So, there we have it. We're at it again. We will blog again. We will hopefully fill you up with inspiration and fun times along the way...I mean, aren't you inspired to take a road trip to visit your bestie or to run to Claire's to buy her a BFF necklace already? I AM! !)<br />
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But, to get to the heart of this fast, it's all for LOVE. The story of Jesus is the greatest love story of all time, and after teaching on 1 Corinthians 13 last night, I saw it in a new light.<br />
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<span style="color: #351c75;">"If I speak with human eloquence and angelic ecstasy but don't love, I'm nothing but the creaking of a rusty gate. If I speak God's Word with power, revealing all his mysteries and making everything plain as day, and if I have faith that says to a mountain, 'Jump,' and it jumps, but I don't love, I'm nothing. If I give everything I own to the poor and even go to the stake to be burned as a martyr, but I don't love, I've gotten nowhere. So, no matter what I say, what I believe, and what I do, I'm bankrupt without love." 1 Cor. 13 The Message </span></div>
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Pixie's momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07382261217482564881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7565434810988150386.post-87195967759141490852015-03-30T06:42:00.001-07:002015-03-30T06:42:12.221-07:00Kelly's Day 40: Victory.I never want to do this fast again. It's hard...really hard. It totally drains me every time. I should say, it totally drains my BODY every time, but my spirit? OH, it SOARS! My God proves His faithfulness every time I obey. This time around, He led me to people...He broke my heart for them.<br />
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My God is a God who pursues. He romances. He draws me in. He calls me His "beloved." He laid down His life for me. There is no greater love. He is central to who I am.<br />
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Entering into "Passion Week," I have been thinking about Jesus riding a donkey into Jerusalem:<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i><span style="color: #45818e;">'</span><span style="color: #134f5c;">Hosanna to the Son of David! Blessed is he who comes in the name of the Lord!' 'Hosanna in the highest!'</span><span style="color: #45818e;"> </span></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i><span style="color: #45818e;">When Jesus entered Jerusalem, the whole city was stirred and asked, '</span><b><span style="color: #134f5c;">Who is this?</span></b><span style="color: #45818e;">' The crowds answered, '</span><b><span style="color: #134f5c;">This is Jesus</span></b><span style="color: #45818e;">'..." ~Matthew 21: 6-11</span></i></span></div>
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When Jesus entered into the town a few days before His crucifixion, "a very large crowd" was ushering Him in...giving Him their highest praise...laying down their clothes and palm branches so the donkey underneath Him wouldn't even get dirty! So great an event was this that the "whole city was stirred"! I've been to Jerusalem! It's a fantastic city! The maze of "half streets" lined with small booths selling anything and everything leaves you wanting to explore every nook and cranny! The buildings are still side by side, leaving no "open spaces. There are people everywhere...carts...noise...hustle bustle! This city "stirs" itself! But, when this JESUS entered the town, the WHOLE CITY WAS STIRRED! Leave it to Jesus to "stir the pot," right?! !) Hear this, the whole city was stirred...<i>and asked</i>..."<b>WHO IS THIS?"</b> You mean to tell me that <i>the whole city </i>wondered who this guy on the donkey was? Answer: Yes. People! When we enter onto the scene as followers of Jesus, there should also be a "stirring of the crowds" because we have the Holy Spirit with us. When we enter the scene, people should ask, "Who is this? What's so different about this person?" And, our answer? "JESUS."<br />
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I could go on and on, but please know this: This week, I bow down. I "throw my cloak" on the floor. I lay down palm branches for the One who volunteered. He took my place, covering over every single bit of "ugly" that comes from me. He entered in to Jerusalem, knowing what fate laid before Him. The very best I have to offer is to come before Him and "enter in" as well. He loves so abundantly, so faithfully. It is my hope that you would experience that love and sacrifice this Easter. Because, this Friday, "The God-Man," Jesus, died. The world went dark. The Temple veil was torn. The separation between God and man became a thing of the past. But, on Sunday, Jesus arose victorious...SO THAT...WE MAY ALSO RISE VICTORIOUS!!<br />
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Grace and Peace until next year~</div>
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Pixie's momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07382261217482564881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7565434810988150386.post-68005728598202427612015-03-29T17:41:00.001-07:002015-03-29T18:48:59.147-07:00Kristin's Day 40 - This is IT! I have decided...Please listen to this as you read my last post for this year.<br />
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Well friends, we've arrived. Day 40.<br />
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I feel like that saying is so true, 'third times a charm.' This is the third full time Kelly and I have done this fast and honestly, by far, I've grown the most spiritually during this year.<br />
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The first year/time was all about FOOD. I learned so much lol!<br />
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The second year we tried to fast, but I was pregnant and Kelly just moved so...<br />
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The third year/ 2nd time was focused on bringing two precious boys home AND IT HAPPENED!!<br />
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This time, the third time - I went in with no agenda, no pressing outside need. I went in with open hands, heart, and mind. God met me over and over again, lovingly guiding me back to life - abundant life that is only found in him.<br />
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As I break fast this year, I am thankful for you taking time to read and journey with me, I am thankful for Kelly, who is a friend I can do this with, and I am thankful for the opportunity to experience life with Christ.<br />
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No turning back...No turning back.<br />
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'I will forsake EVERYTHING for the JOY of knowing you'<br />
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Indeed. This journey has been hard, but I will continue to give him my ALL.<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12481296290470912055noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7565434810988150386.post-89123815017296607432015-03-28T18:04:00.000-07:002015-03-28T18:05:22.289-07:00Kelly's Day 39: You're on your ownYall, I practiced my first led Primary Series of Ashtanga Yoga today, and by that, I mean I sweated more today than I have ever seen anyone sweat before. I realized that I was breathing three breaths for everyone ONE breath that Kino was counting. That's bad news...especially when you're in Marichyasana D, and she pauses the count entirely to help someone. I think I held that bad boy for 30 of my breaths, which probably is only about 6-12 of her counts...but whatev. I made it to the end, although I wasn't sure I was actually going to die during corpse pose. After practice, I drank EIGHTY-EIGHT ounces of water, ran to the organic market for some bean salad and juice, came back to my room and passed out for 20 minutes, got more yoga clothes on and booked it back to the studio for a two hour handstand clinic. Let's just say that I wasn't exactly feeling strong at this point in the day, but I learned some good stuff! After the handstand clinic, two of the girls and I went to an Israeli restaurant for dinner. I ate a LOT and had three more glasses of water. People! My pee is still yellow! I cannot comprehend! I'm practically drowning myself!<br />
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A couple of things stuck out today:<br />
1~I was looking around at the cute yoga clothes they sell at Asheville Yoga Center when I overheard a schoolteacher talking about her students asking if she believed in Jesus. She said that her reply was, "I'll keep my faith to myself, and you can keep yours to yourself." I looked at her and asked, "Well, <i>do</i> <i>you</i> believe in Jesus?" Her eyes met mine, examining my expression closely as if she were trying to figure out if I was mocking...seconds passed, and she said, "No." She turned around and walked off.<br />
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2~Kino was explaining that in Ashtanga Yoga, there are some poses that there will just be no help with. "You're on your own." That's not exactly what an Ashtanga student wants to hear...trust me, I get frustrated with MY teacher when he doesn't explain to me <i>exactly</i> How to do something and why, but then I think that it's just part of the journey...figuring out how <i>your</i> body makes a particular pose work. She also explained that there is a lesson to be learned during the mastery of each pose. I would even stretch that further to say that each time you come to your mat for practice, there is a lesson to be learned. Some days, poses that are no big deal for me seem to be my demise. And, that's just life! We have to meet those challenges with perseverance and grace. I tend to get all fired up if things don't go according to plan...MY plan, but what if God is just trying to get my attention in that situation? What if I stopped getting all riled up....stopped throwing myself a pity party, and silenced myself before my God? I promise you that I would hear from Him in those silent moments of frustration. I would hear Him from within those liminal spaces. In the breath between the breaths.<br />
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Pixie's momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07382261217482564881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7565434810988150386.post-82440642478338704802015-03-28T13:22:00.003-07:002015-03-28T15:03:44.550-07:00Kristin's Day 38/39 - Seasons of Life.We all go through seasons of life.<br />
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Andy and Kristin's current season of life you may wonder? EXHAUSTED.<br />
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We often spend our days following Micah around, saying no - do not get in the drawer, cabinet, room, closet, drawer and drawer over and over. We pick up shoes he gets out, wears like clown feet, and dumps in random places (you should see the older kids trying to find said shoes in a rush to the bus some mornings!). I do not get dressed, unless I'm working, and I usually have food and or snot somewhere on my clothing.<br />
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The days often seem to go by so slowly, but then at the end of the day, when I'm kissing cute cheeks, and singing sweet songs I wonder...WHAT THE HELL DID I DO TODAY?<br />
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All four kids are loved, well fed, and in bed. If that is all I accomplish? That's more than enough.<br />
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Andy and I planned to spend some time together after the kids went to bed last night. We sat down on the couch and after one look at each other...we decided it was time for BED! Hopefully we'll be awake for each other tonight lol.<br />
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One of my favorite authors, Jen Hatmaker described it so well in her <a href="http://community.today.com/parentingteam/post/i-wish-someone-wouldve-warned-me-about-these-big-feelings" target="_blank">blog</a>- '<em style="color: #404040; font-family: 'Proxima Nova', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24.5px;">The baby years are short, kind of like five minutes…underwater.' </em><br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12481296290470912055noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7565434810988150386.post-38052149307265811592015-03-28T04:59:00.001-07:002015-03-28T05:34:00.230-07:00Kelly's Day 38:fellowship and TransvestitesY'all, I'm in Asheville, NC for the weekend. Dallas bought me the Kino McGregor Ashtanga Yoga workshop for Christmas, and it happened to be the weekend closest to my birthday. It was really one of those "two-fer" gifts. 😉 So, here I am in Asheville....this beautiful mountain town is known to be entirely eclectic. The fashion? Your latest thrift store find! The foods? Local and organic. The latest hairstyle? Dreads. And, the car of choice for the locals seems to be the Subaru Outback. It's the kind of town that you feel guilty for not bringing your own shopping bag, which (arguably) is how it should be. <div><br></div><div>When my Holy Yoga Sister, Amy, found out that I'd be in Asheville, she immediately messaged me to see if she could come out and meet up with me. She lives just an hour away in Tennessee. That was a no brainier! YES, PLEASE! We met up at the Asheville Yoga Center for a "Warm Flow and Yin" class. We got there early, rolled out our mats and just began chatting up a storm. Everyone else just disappeared...until the teacher came up to introduce herself. We had sunk into so intense a discussion that we thought she had come <span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">to tell us to hush! The class was beautiful. We flowed through some Moon Salutations, which I feel are known in the yoga world to be the Sun Salutations' "Red Headed Step Sister." They are totally underestimated. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif">Last night, a Transvestite practiced with us. I examined my heart. Was there judgement? No. I don't believe there was. However, I found myself not knowing how to interact with her. It was in a yoga class. No interaction necessary, right? But, after class, Amy walked right up to her and commented on how much she loved her fuzzy, electric blue balero jacket. The transvestite looked at me with a questioning look: "Am I safe with you, too?" She looked up at me (she was sitting down pulling on her knee high socks and boots). As our eyes met, my heart cracked wide open. I saw her JUST as Jesus sees her at that moment. This beautiful creation had been so judged by Christians and non Christians alike that she had to quickly survey whether we were filled with hate, but when met with love and non judgement, she opened right up. I wish I'd asked her for her name. I wish I'd blessed her. I don't feel like I was equipped for that interaction. What Christian goes to that people group with the Message of hope, redemption and love? WHO will go? If we are a people who are to "Make Disciples of all the nations," we are FAILING if we are going in the spirit of judgement. We are failing if we chose to "weed out" those who are being saved because we are afraid or uncomfortable. If we are going with the intent that there are some people who are just "too far gone," we put OURSELVES in on God's throne. Lord, forgive me. I repent. Please, take your scepter back. Thank you, Amy, for showing me HOW TO LOVE. You love <i>just like Jesus</i>, sweet friend.</font></div><div><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif"><br></font></div><div><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif">Amy and I went to a vegan restaurant for dinner. Again, <i>loving like Jesus</i>, she googled restaurants that would work into my fast...putting me first. We talked for hours. I was completely humbled by this lady, who works out her faith. It's clear! She is ACTUALLY <i>THE Good Samaritan. </i>She took in a homeless lady who had a drug and alcohol addiction, fed her, clothed her, gave her housing....she gave dry bones LIFE...leading her to the foot of the cross. I don't know ANYONE else like her. She is true and real. She messes up, too...we all do, but she keeps short accounts, and even in her "mess ups," she points to Jesus, the One and Only, who redeems our "mess ups." Our night together was TRUE fellowship. It's how life SHOULD be. I miss her already. It's what we have to look forward to in Heaven! </font></div><div><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif"><br></font></div><div><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif">"How <i>beautiful</i> are the feet of those who bring good news." ~Romans 10:15</font></div><div><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif"><i>Who</i></font></div><div><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif"><i>Will</i></font></div><div><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif"><i>Go?</i></font></div><div><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif"><br></font></div><div><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif">Grace and Peace~</font></div><div><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif">Kelly</font></div>Pixie's momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07382261217482564881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7565434810988150386.post-88544514573344215962015-03-26T18:16:00.000-07:002015-03-26T18:19:53.936-07:00Kristin's Days 35-37 - In our weakness...<div style="text-align: left;">
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The apostle Paul talked about a 'thorn in his flesh' that kept him from becoming conceited. As I read these verses today, I felt deeply identified with him. I know that the hardships, insults, and difficulties I face are VASTLY different than his, the truth revealed here applies to me and to you just as much as it did to him.</span><br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12481296290470912055noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7565434810988150386.post-66890010169596344372015-03-26T17:57:00.005-07:002015-03-26T17:57:34.999-07:00Kelly's Day 37: Come, Lord Jesus.The mysteries of God FAR outweigh my ability to remotely compute Him. Sometimes, these mysteries leave you trying to quantify His absoluteness. Sometimes, these mysteries leave you on your face, humbled. They leave you standing there, arms wide open, speechless. They crack your heart wide open...deeply trenched. Today is one of <i>those</i> days.<br />
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The bible teaches us to "mourn with those who mourn" (Romans 12:15), but this is FAR greater a mourning. This goes to the very depths of the marrow. No tears. No words. True, real, deep.<br />
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Adoption is very near and dear to our hearts (obviously). It's also near and dear to God's heart. So near, in fact, that He defines Himself as "Father to the Fatherless" (Psalm 68:5). That's why we leap for joy when our friends decide to adopt. That's why we race to help them bring their children home! It's why we joyfully give to the missionary who has devoted their very lives to caring for orphans! Orphans hold a most tender place in our Father's heart. They should hold a most tender place in <i>our </i>hearts.<br />
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My friend began her adoption from China about a year ago. I believe they were in the special needs program, as they were referred a beautiful China Doll with a heart defect. She and her husband were pursuing every available option to bring their sweet girl home quickly.<br />
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Time was against them, and baby.<br />
Baby went home to be with Jesus.<br />
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My heart cries out. I'm furious. I'm devastated. I'm astonished. I'm enraged...outraged! I'm screaming on the inside. <i>Why, Jesus? </i><b style="font-style: italic;">Why?</b> You know what? This is <i>beyond</i> "mourning with those who mourn." <i>Much farther beyond.</i> Yes. I'm so very sad for my friend. I cannot comprehend what her heart must be feeling right now. All the questions: <i>Why did they wait SO long to refer her? Why didn't they (China) DO anything? Why wouldn't they speed anything up? Why couldn't they just let us come GET her?! We could have HELPED her HERE!</i> And, maybe my friend is thinking what I'm thinking, but <i>Why, Jesus? If she was going to die, why not die in her mother's arms? Loved. Cherished. Beloved daughter? Why did she have to die...orphaned?</i><br />
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And, then I think this sweet, sweet baby China doll was a TRUE daughter of the King. She was truly orphaned. He was/is her ONLY Father, who <i>loves</i> her and gave Himself for her. She was ushered into her Father's arms. Children are gifted to us. The Lord gives, and the Lord takes away. We must be able to cling to the Promise that His plans are to PROSPER US and NOT HARM US.<br />
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I have no answers. But I know that God HAS BEEN...HE IS...HE WILL BE. His purposes will come to fruition. What God does is <i>COMPLETELY</i> done. So, I can only say, "Come, Lord Jesus. Maranatha."<br />
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Grace and Peace to my sweet Sister tonight~<br />
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<br />Pixie's momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07382261217482564881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7565434810988150386.post-32415280553293630262015-03-25T12:07:00.002-07:002015-03-25T12:07:51.061-07:00Kelly's Day 35/36: Happy Birthday to ME!<div class="ImageBlock Voice Story" data-reactid=".8.0.1.0.1.0.0.1.0.0.0:0" style="background-color: #fefefe; border-bottom-color: rgb(221, 221, 221); border-bottom-left-radius: 0px; border-bottom-right-radius: 0px; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-top-left-radius: 0px; border-top-right-radius: 3px; box-shadow: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.0588235) 0px 1px 1px; color: #222222; font-family: proxima-nova, 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; position: relative;">
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Normally, for your birthday, you at very least, get cake. That won't be happening this year, either. It's been four years since I had birthday cake on my birthday. Birthday cake is my very favorite thing. Buttercream frosting is the bomb. I love it. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">I got a starfish necklace for my birthday! I got a little nervous when my husband pulled out a jewelry box. My taste in jewelry is hard to pin down. I peeked inside and found a starfish necklace. I was a little disappointed to begin with because I knew he was trying to remind me of my starfish experience, and I thought, 'This starfish is perfect. There's no way he found a 'less-than-perfect' starfish. There's no way anyone makes them.' Then, I realized that it WAS a 'less-than-perfect' starfish necklace. Dallas then explained that he had it custom made based off of this picture of a starfish that I caught on a recent trip to visit my friend, Kyla, in Key West.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><i>"I went out hunting for manatees today. They are elusive. Special. Rare. The other day, when I went to a paddle yoga class, I saw probably 100 starfish. They are a dime a dozen, or they were two days ago. As I was paddling today, my hopes of seeing a wild manatee dwindling, I thought to myself, 'Well, I'll just go catch one of those hundreds of starfish, a huge one without defect.' When I arrived to the same place I saw literally hundreds of starfish yesterday, I found ONE, and thinking to myself, 'Please be HUGE! BEAUTIFUL! UNDAMAGED!' I pulled it up out of the water only to realize that it HAD been damaged. It had lost an arm and had been growing a new one. God flooded me with truth in that shallow, Key West water: My God is the Creator! He makes all things new! He HAS BEEN making all things new! This little starfish had his arm severed off, but in time, God is knitting him back together...as good as new...better...stronger...more beautiful than before. And, the promise is that He is ALSO making YOU and ME into something NEW! My breath was taken away. My focus shifted. My heart soared. All of the sudden, my hunt for a manatee had been completed with the catch of a 'less-than-perfect' starfish. God's glory in the palm of my hand."</i></span></span></div>
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Pixie's momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07382261217482564881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7565434810988150386.post-50142842601945952482015-03-23T20:10:00.001-07:002015-03-24T03:57:31.751-07:00Kelly's Day 34 or something: ICHTHUS lessons from the Mysore RoomThe past two days, I have found much encouragement in this verse:<br />
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The reason? It was tattooed on a guy's arm in our Ashtanga Mysore room. This guy was visiting from out of town. I was just encouraged to know that I had a Brother-In-Christ who was practicing nearby. I didn't even have the opportunity to talk with him, but he practices into the fourth series of Ashtanga, and I've never seen that in real life before...it was ridiculous. Back to the verse. I was so "at home" knowing I wasn't the only one living out my faith in the room, or at least he was speaking out his faith through permanent ink...on his skin. I could be wrong, but I don't think "lukewarm" people tattoo bible verses on one arm and crosses on the other. Even though I didn't carry on a conversation with this guy, God taught me some things through his tattoo:</div>
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1~It's important to have fellowship among Believers. Hebrews 10: 25 says, "Let us not give up meeting together, as some are in the habit of doing, but let us encourage one another..." That's why Kristin came down to visit, and it's why I will try to travel up there this summer. We haven't given up on our friendship...despite the miles. But, when you're the "lone ranger" in a people group, or in ministry, it can get you down. The burden is too much for one person to bear alone. Jesus sent the disciples out two by two, not on their own (Mark 6: 6-13). We are meant to be "in it" together.</div>
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2~I was reminded of the persecution in the early Church. Early Christians were often murdered for professing their faith in Jesus Christ. Back then, knowing who your Brothers and Sisters in Christ were was so important...the fellowship among believers had to have been so sweet. The persecution was so fierce that they came up with a symbol so they would be able to know when they were talking to another Christian. Walking up to each other, one would draw an arch in the sand with his/her foot. If the other person was a Christian, he/she would meet that arch with a matching arch, creating the shape of a fish, or Ichthus. This guy in the Mysore room also had an Ichthus tattooed on his arm...right next to Galatians 2:20.</div>
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<span style="text-align: center;">In yoga, WHEEL pose is a very difficult heart opener. In Ashtanga yoga, we work hard to walk our hands toward our feet, eventually grabbing our own ankles. Some days, my back feels open. I feel like I have a lot of space and flexibility in my back. I walk my hands toward my feet. Other days, my back feels stiff, like it's not going anywhere. When you're in wheel, your heart is exposed, open, vulnerable. Are you following me? Some days, our hearts are WIDE OPEN to what God has in store for us! Our hearts cry out for Jesus, the Son of God, Savior...ICHTHUS! Other days, our hearts are inwardly focused, heavy.</span><br />
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I can in NO WAY relate to the persecution the early Christians faced at the hand of the Romans. However, as a Christian in today's society, I find great comfort in knowing there are people "on my team" out there blazing trails before me and beside me. And, from now on, when I'm working on wheel, I will do it with heart wide open because I'll ACTUALLY BE ICHTHUS in a pose that represents to me:<br />
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<span style="color: #45818e; font-size: large;"><i>JESUS</i></span></div>
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<span style="color: #45818e; font-size: large;"><i>SON OF GOD</i></span></div>
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<span style="color: #45818e; font-size: large;"><i>SAVIOR</i></span></div>
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Come, Lord Jesus~</div>
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Kelly</div>
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