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Random thoughts on a homemaker's journey

A Gift of Eleven Years

We are celebrating our wedding anniversary this weekend. Our celebration will be simple: pizza (because we have a coupon) and a movie at home probably. Maybe we’ll wander around somewhere enjoying fall colors. (Have I mentioned how glad I am we got married in October to enjoy God’s beauty EVERY anniversary?) But, our celebration is really much more than that.

We are celebrating ELEVEN years. We are celebrating God’s grace in our lives to bring us to this point. We are celebrating God’s gift of life to allow us to continue our walk together this long. We do not take this for granted. We have watched others around us go through divorce and experience the death of a spouse. We know it is not in ourselves to bring us to this point. We thank God for our life together.

I am also celebrating some other aspects of our anniversary. I am remembering various times along the way that are etched in my heart. Moments of my husband’s care to me,  laughter, learning, and even pain. Most of all, I am overwhelmed at my husband’s patience toward me and his quiet strength. I am thankful to see how much we have learned and grown these last years.

I pray that God gives us many more years together. I am blessed beyond measure. I hope I don’t ever forget that.

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Celebrating a Goal Accomplished!

Last Saturday, by God’s grace, I accomplished a goal. Not just any goal. A goal that until this summer, I would have never considered. I participated in a 5K. I ran almost the whole distance. Well, I use the term running loosely. More like jogging…or as a friend describes it: bouncy walking. But, nonetheless, I DID IT! In spite of only being able to run 2 or 3 times in the month preceding due to a family emergency.

I know some who consistently experience a runner’s high may wonder what’s the big deal? I assure you, it was a big deal here! I have never been considered athletic. I never enjoyed sports or PE class. I never felt like I measured up physically. And, don’t even get me started on the one time I was brave enough to try out for the softball team in high school. A few times in my life I have enjoyed athletics: tennis in college and tae bo workouts.

I hear that voice in my head. (Do you have one too?) I think it’s my junior high persona. She tells me I hate exercise. She tells me I’m bigger than everyone else. She tells me I can’t do this. She tells me I’m not as cute as that other runner at the park. But you know what? I may not be as cute as the other girl at the park. I am not as fast as the other runners. I am bigger than some and smaller than some. BUT, I realized something on Saturday! I was doing it! I was running with other people. In a race. In public. Without a bag over my face. And…wait for it…I was enjoying it!

Training this summer, I began hearing other voices. (I know, scary!) I heard my friend who ran her first 5K in the spring telling me I could do it and to pray for help and pray to enjoy it. I heard my friend who trained to run with me telling me to persevere.  I heard my husband offering to switch the laundry when he got home, so I wouldn’t have the excuse that my running clothes weren’t washed.

I enjoyed the sense of accomplishment. I enjoyed knowing that I exercised self-discipline over the months to prepare. I was excited to realize that God gave me grace to persevere when it was hard. Did I like it? Well, finally, yes, after 4.5 months, I liked it. Do I consider myself a runner? Not really. But, you know that girl in my head? I squashed her Saturday and that was the best part of all!

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