Getting The Time, Finding The Energy

Do you ever feel like you could just curl up in bed and sleep for a week?

I’d been feeling that way for a while. I was tired, and completely drained of energy. So tired that I started doing laundry, but left the dried clothes piled in two hampers for more than a week.

Dishes from the weekend were still near the sink, waiting to be washed..unable to fit in the dishwasher.

I didn’t want to cook.

And don’t even get me started on my lack of motivation when it came to working out….much less getting up in the morning.

It. Was. Rough.

I even started drinking coffee at work…although I hadn’t drank coffee consistently since high school. (I was going through a phase)

My husband would tell me I needed to go to bed earlier, but I couldn’t seem to turn the TV off and go to sleep. My brain would just suck in hours of mindless “reality” TV as I would slowly become comatose.

For some reason, I thought I could somehow expand my day if I just stayed awake, and that my energy would eventually come back. Not true. I’d just end up losing sleep, and becoming more sluggish the next day.

My mother-in-law finally suggested I do an herbal detox.

I did. It ended Monday, and honestly, I don’t know if I feel much different.

So I am truly thankful that my Tuesday started off as the first full day of a much-needed break from work.

I was able to keep my schedule clear, sleep until I felt rested, and lounge around until I felt like moving.

I was able to take a moment, slow down, and breathe.

And that made it easier to get the things done that I wanted to do days ago like…

Getting that laundry done without worrying about meeting a deadline.

Cleaning my house, and returning my kitchen counters to their immaculate existence without dreading it, and calculating the time I’d spend covered in suds merely as time I would never get back.

It’s so nice when you have the time and energy to complete everything on your to-do list.

I’d been trying to get things done on my own, but couldn’t find the energy until God gave me an opportunity to have uninterrupted rest…

And at the point where I really needed it: when I realized my efforts weren’t getting the job done.

The LORD replied, “My Presence will go with you, and I will give you rest.” – Exodus 33:14 (NIV)

“Rest when you’re weary. Refresh and renew yourself, your body, your mind, your spirit. Then get back to work.” – Ralph Marston

What do you do when you feel sluggish? How do you renew yourself?

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Linking up with Emily at Chatting at the Sky and Jennifer at Getting Down with Jesus

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My Healer

You hold my every moment
You calm my raging seas
You walk with me through fire
and heal all my disease

I trust in You
I trust in You

I believe You’re my healer
I believe You are all I need
I believe You’re my portion
I believe You’re more than enough for me
Jesus, You’re all I need

Nothing is impossible for You
Nothing is impossible
Nothing is impossible for You
You hold my world in Your hands

(From “Healer,” as sung by Kari Jobe)

This song reminds me that I can always go to God in moments of worry or anxiety, and when things seem too heavy too bear. His Spirit comforts me, and guides me through the rough waters.

Jesus replied, “What is impossible with man is possible with God.”
- Luke 18:27 (NIV)

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Enjoying a quiet moment of Sunday reflection with Deidra at Jumping Tandem.

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Seeing Life In Colors

I used to be afraid of color.
Each bright hue, stretched across the canvas that is me.
Too bold.
Not slimming.
I’ll stick to black.

I used to be afraid of color.
Each wall in my expanse of space to remain white.
Not wanting to change.
The choices too many to handle.

I used to be afraid of color.
Each sketch drawn in shades of gray.
Where pencil is erasable
Where traces of mistakes go unnoticed.

But I am changing.

Now I live for bright blue skies,
Moments wearing pink
and the chance to paint my life or anything I can
in color.

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Taking the 5 minute challenge with The Gypsy Mama this Friday. Writing for 5 minutes on one topic with no editing, no over thinking, no backtracking:

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Finding The Perfect Tree: The Makings Of A Holiday Tradition

This Christmas will be the third for the Mr. and me as a married couple.

The first year, we were both so caught up in work and trying to get things done that we didn’t even put up a tree.

We were running on autopilot, and we didn’t stop until a day or two before Christmas.

I’d had a artificial tree and a small collection of ornaments stowed away in the attic, but we never got around to putting it all up.

We figured we didn’t need to put it up since we’d be spending the holiday with his family.

Last year, things slowed down a bit and we picked up a real tree from a lot on the side of the road.

It wasn’t bad for out first real tree. It was about seven feet tall, and a lot fuller than that puny little fake tree I’d had in previous years.

This year, we have another real tree, but we actually bought this one from a tree farm.

Some good friends invited us to go, letting us experience one of their family traditions: cutting down their own tree.

We all packed into their SUV and drove into the North Carolina mountains. Eventually, we made it to the Boyd Mountain Tree Farm in the Great Smokey Mountains.

The farm was full of families taking pictures with Santa or enjoying hot cocoa and apple cider, relaxing after finding the “perfect” tree. A wider view of the farm revealed rows of trees lining the hills nearby. The entire landscape was set in front of a backdrop with even larger mountains.

It was beautiful.

We climbed the hills with a bow saw, scouring the green, in search of two “perfect” trees.

I clearly wasn’t prepared for the trip.

I was wearing a pair of worn, flat loafers that appeared to have no more traction than a pair of pumps. My feet hurt as I tried to grip the ground with the small amount of tread that was there.

But it was all worth it because we were in search of the “perfect” tree.

Eventually, we found it.

It was a full tree, nearly eight feet tall.

My husband started to cut it while the other husband in the group braced the tree for its fall.

Then it fell.

The cut wasn’t perfect by any means, but the tree was still “perfect” to us.

Because it was our tree.

The one we picked out, and chopped down ourselves.

For us, the experience was what the start of the holiday season should be about: Enjoying time with friends in the midst of Santa, hot cocoa, and some beautiful scenery.

That’s why we think we’re going to make the holiday tree farm trip a tradition for out family too.

What are your holiday traditions? Are there any you would like to start?

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You Hold My World

“You hold my world in your hands.
You hold my world in your hands.
I am amazed at your love.
I am amazed that you love me.”

(From “You Hold My World In Your Hands”/Israel Houghton)

I hear this song and it makes me think about how small I am and how great God is in comparison. I marvel at how everything is so fearfully and wonderfully made.

For since the creation of the world God’s invisible qualities—his eternal power and divine nature—have been clearly seen, being understood from what has been made, so that people are without excuse. – Romans 1:20 (NIV)

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I’m enjoying the quiet of Sunday reflection with Deidra over at Jumping Tandem

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