Here they are. Wish me luck.
1. Spend time in the Word every day without fail or excuse.
2. Complete at least one in-depth Bible study series each month.
3. Read at least one "extra" book per month.
4. Get back on track eating the way I was the first 3 months of 2011.
5. Get back to my excercize level for that same period.
6. Spend at least 30 minutes each week day and an hour each weekend day doing housework.
7. Write at least half an hour every day.
8. Learn a new skill once a month, no matter how small it is.
9. Make a proactive effort to stay in better touch with friends and family.
10. Choose a different cause or concern outside of my normal life and pray for it every day each month.
Saturday, December 31, 2011
Garbage in, garbage out
"For as he thinketh in his heart, so is he"
Proverbs 23:7
When I was a teenager, there was a Carman song that he prefaced his performance of by quoting the above verse and paraphrasing it as, "so basically, garbage in, garbage out." I didn't "get" what he meant by that back then. In fact, I didn't truly get it until a few years ago.
There have been times in my life when I have been downright careless about what I allowed in. Music, movies, TV: It didn't matter what I exposed myself to because I knew the TRUTH and that was all that mattered...so I thought.
I'm ashamed to admit that there have been times when I have actually sought out the garbage. There is so much negative in music and on TV, and I was one of the many who went right along with it all, enjoying it and not thinking it really made a difference in my life. I was saved, after all, and nothing would change that.
Well, the latter part of that is true: Nothing can take away my salvation. However what I took in made a very big difference in my life.
Christmastime 2007 I was living in Fort Worth and found a radio station that played only Christmas music. Since I LOVE Christmas music, I was thrilled and left my car's radio on only that station all season.
When January came and the Christmas music stopped, I left my dial on that station: A contemporary Christian station.
It took me a while to get used to the new music. A few of the artists and songs I knew, but not many. The music was good, though, and I enjoyed the messages brought by different preachers in the morning. I would listen to them on my way to work and the music on my way home.
It didn't take long before I started noticing a difference in the way I felt mentally and emotionally...and how I reacted to things I saw and heard. The music I had listened to was so...nasty to me now. The TV shows I once enjoyed and sought out soon became more and more difficult to watch.
My TV watching habits soon changed, too. I sought out positive things to watch and avoided the negative. It was hard to do because anyone who knows me knows I love a good murder mystery. But the blood and gore, even if only acted and staged, began to be too much for me.
Now, I'm not at all saying I'm perfect. And even though I have purposefully changed my intake of things via different forms of media, I still do not always do what I know I should such as spend more time in Bible study and prayer. I always yearn for more of those even if my habits do not reflect it.
What I am saying, though, is that I have seen firsthand the difference it makes when you consciously change what you allow into your head and heart. I never want to be perceived as "that snooty girl who claims she can't stand so-and-so". To be honest, it's often awkward to tell people I don't know who a contemporary musician is because I only listen to Christian music. Many people aren't sure what to say to that. I try to tell people it's a decision I made for me because the things of the world had started getting to me.
I found that I was less stressed and much more optimistic when I changed the tone of what I watched and listened to. I also found that, over time, it has become more and more difficult to tolerate the negative. Can I eliminate it from my life completely? No. I live in a sinful, fallen world. There are going to be "bad" stories in the news every day here. But I can choose how much and what kind of things I allow into my life.
It's made a huge difference to me. I feel closer to the Lord as a result. I wish the same for everyone.
Proverbs 23:7
When I was a teenager, there was a Carman song that he prefaced his performance of by quoting the above verse and paraphrasing it as, "so basically, garbage in, garbage out." I didn't "get" what he meant by that back then. In fact, I didn't truly get it until a few years ago.
There have been times in my life when I have been downright careless about what I allowed in. Music, movies, TV: It didn't matter what I exposed myself to because I knew the TRUTH and that was all that mattered...so I thought.
I'm ashamed to admit that there have been times when I have actually sought out the garbage. There is so much negative in music and on TV, and I was one of the many who went right along with it all, enjoying it and not thinking it really made a difference in my life. I was saved, after all, and nothing would change that.
Well, the latter part of that is true: Nothing can take away my salvation. However what I took in made a very big difference in my life.
Christmastime 2007 I was living in Fort Worth and found a radio station that played only Christmas music. Since I LOVE Christmas music, I was thrilled and left my car's radio on only that station all season.
When January came and the Christmas music stopped, I left my dial on that station: A contemporary Christian station.
It took me a while to get used to the new music. A few of the artists and songs I knew, but not many. The music was good, though, and I enjoyed the messages brought by different preachers in the morning. I would listen to them on my way to work and the music on my way home.
It didn't take long before I started noticing a difference in the way I felt mentally and emotionally...and how I reacted to things I saw and heard. The music I had listened to was so...nasty to me now. The TV shows I once enjoyed and sought out soon became more and more difficult to watch.
My TV watching habits soon changed, too. I sought out positive things to watch and avoided the negative. It was hard to do because anyone who knows me knows I love a good murder mystery. But the blood and gore, even if only acted and staged, began to be too much for me.
Now, I'm not at all saying I'm perfect. And even though I have purposefully changed my intake of things via different forms of media, I still do not always do what I know I should such as spend more time in Bible study and prayer. I always yearn for more of those even if my habits do not reflect it.
What I am saying, though, is that I have seen firsthand the difference it makes when you consciously change what you allow into your head and heart. I never want to be perceived as "that snooty girl who claims she can't stand so-and-so". To be honest, it's often awkward to tell people I don't know who a contemporary musician is because I only listen to Christian music. Many people aren't sure what to say to that. I try to tell people it's a decision I made for me because the things of the world had started getting to me.
I found that I was less stressed and much more optimistic when I changed the tone of what I watched and listened to. I also found that, over time, it has become more and more difficult to tolerate the negative. Can I eliminate it from my life completely? No. I live in a sinful, fallen world. There are going to be "bad" stories in the news every day here. But I can choose how much and what kind of things I allow into my life.
It's made a huge difference to me. I feel closer to the Lord as a result. I wish the same for everyone.
Wednesday, December 28, 2011
When holidays mean heartache
Holidays are supposed to be so joyous and fun, and yet they can make even the most optimistic person antsy, anxious and even downright miserable. I think a lot of times, we carry so much baggage from holidays past with us, it's impossible to just relax and enjoy the here and now.
For some, it's a time to try to make the holidays live up to those from their past. For some, it's a lonely time, even if they're surrounded by people. And often, it's a time when we miss most those who have left us.
Two years ago was one of the most difficult Christmases I have had, and yet I was fortunate to receive a blessing in it, too.
Let me preface this story by explaining that Christmas has always meant family to me. Yes, it does commemorate the birth of our Savior, but I was raised in a small church whose pastor was anti-Christmas celebration for several reasons (he didn't believe Christ was born on Dec. 25, and the Bible does not tell us to celebrate Christmas, etc.) So, while I always knew it was intended to celebrate Christ's birth, it was more a time for fellowship with family than anything for me.
My Mom's parents would always come and stay with us for a while, and we spent a lot of time with them over the holidays.
Christmas Eve was time for my Dad's family, though. We always gathered to celebrate, and we would laugh and talk and eat and exchange more gifts than you can imagine. It was one of the things I look forward to every year, and until this year, I never missed one.
My Mamaw and Papaw especially loved Christmas Eve because, usually, all three of their kids and all of their kids' kids would be in one place at one time. And they both loved to give...presents, time, whatever...
We lost Mamaw in 1992, but we kept the Christmas Eve tradition going strong.
Two years ago, though, my Papaw got very sick shortly before Christmas Eve. His illness accelerated quickly, and by the time Dec. 23 rolled around, he was already under hospice care in his home (a small house built just for him in my aunt's back yard).
To get the full impact of what I am about to tell you, you had to know my Papaw. He was one of the most amazing men I have ever met. I'm sure my view of him is colored by the fact that I am his granddaughter. But everyone, related or not, agrees on a few things about him.
Papaw was one of the most gentle men you would ever want to meet. He laughed easily and was able to make people feel at ease. He had a way with animals that was downright amazing. Animals that would bite and fight others would snuggle up to him and love on him so gently. My ex-husband once called Papaw a force of nature. That about sums it up.
There were only two negatives I ever saw in his life: he was not saved and he was prejudiced, especially against blacks. He wasn't a bad man, mind you. I rarely, if ever, heard him cuss. I think I saw him and Mamaw argue one time in my whole life. He was just a good guy. But he was not saved and he was able to use the N-word at the drop of a hat with no qualms. (I know that that is due a lot to the way and time in which he was raised. But still...)
I don't know when, but at some point later in life, Papaw was saved. It is such a blessing when someone you love becomes a child of God. It is such a joyous event and is a relief. I was so happy when I heard Papaw was saved.
Now let's fast forward back to Christmas 2009. On Christmas Eve, most of our family gathered at my aunt's house, so even though Papaw was unconscious most of the day, we were able to each see him a final time and say our goodbyes. The day ended up with a sad, heavy tone, but it was such a blessing to know that we all had a chance to say goodbye.
Papaw left us Christmas morning. A few days later, we all gathered again for his funeral. I learned a lot about my Papaw that day. He was in the Army, for example. I never knew that about him.
His service was lovely...made especially so because one of his hospice nurses spoke at it. She spoke about the conversations she and Papaw had about the Lord and heaven. She was very eloquent and she was visibly moved while speaking. It was so amazing to see this young woman who knew him for such a short time be so moved by my Papaw. Like I said earlier, he was amazing. He had that affect on people. She finished her time speaking by singing "How Great is Our God" a capella....the most beautiful rendition of that song ever.
And, she happened to be black.
To most of us, that wouldn't mean a thing. But for a man who spent the majority of his life with prejudice in his heart to spend his last hours on earth having intimate conversations about the Lord with a black woman....well, it's profound.
Only Salvation can change a heart so greatly. And only God can bring people together like this.
Oh, and by the way, I miss you Papaw.
For some, it's a time to try to make the holidays live up to those from their past. For some, it's a lonely time, even if they're surrounded by people. And often, it's a time when we miss most those who have left us.
Two years ago was one of the most difficult Christmases I have had, and yet I was fortunate to receive a blessing in it, too.
Let me preface this story by explaining that Christmas has always meant family to me. Yes, it does commemorate the birth of our Savior, but I was raised in a small church whose pastor was anti-Christmas celebration for several reasons (he didn't believe Christ was born on Dec. 25, and the Bible does not tell us to celebrate Christmas, etc.) So, while I always knew it was intended to celebrate Christ's birth, it was more a time for fellowship with family than anything for me.
My Mom's parents would always come and stay with us for a while, and we spent a lot of time with them over the holidays.
Christmas Eve was time for my Dad's family, though. We always gathered to celebrate, and we would laugh and talk and eat and exchange more gifts than you can imagine. It was one of the things I look forward to every year, and until this year, I never missed one.
My Mamaw and Papaw especially loved Christmas Eve because, usually, all three of their kids and all of their kids' kids would be in one place at one time. And they both loved to give...presents, time, whatever...
We lost Mamaw in 1992, but we kept the Christmas Eve tradition going strong.
Two years ago, though, my Papaw got very sick shortly before Christmas Eve. His illness accelerated quickly, and by the time Dec. 23 rolled around, he was already under hospice care in his home (a small house built just for him in my aunt's back yard).
To get the full impact of what I am about to tell you, you had to know my Papaw. He was one of the most amazing men I have ever met. I'm sure my view of him is colored by the fact that I am his granddaughter. But everyone, related or not, agrees on a few things about him.
Papaw was one of the most gentle men you would ever want to meet. He laughed easily and was able to make people feel at ease. He had a way with animals that was downright amazing. Animals that would bite and fight others would snuggle up to him and love on him so gently. My ex-husband once called Papaw a force of nature. That about sums it up.
There were only two negatives I ever saw in his life: he was not saved and he was prejudiced, especially against blacks. He wasn't a bad man, mind you. I rarely, if ever, heard him cuss. I think I saw him and Mamaw argue one time in my whole life. He was just a good guy. But he was not saved and he was able to use the N-word at the drop of a hat with no qualms. (I know that that is due a lot to the way and time in which he was raised. But still...)
I don't know when, but at some point later in life, Papaw was saved. It is such a blessing when someone you love becomes a child of God. It is such a joyous event and is a relief. I was so happy when I heard Papaw was saved.
Now let's fast forward back to Christmas 2009. On Christmas Eve, most of our family gathered at my aunt's house, so even though Papaw was unconscious most of the day, we were able to each see him a final time and say our goodbyes. The day ended up with a sad, heavy tone, but it was such a blessing to know that we all had a chance to say goodbye.
Papaw left us Christmas morning. A few days later, we all gathered again for his funeral. I learned a lot about my Papaw that day. He was in the Army, for example. I never knew that about him.
His service was lovely...made especially so because one of his hospice nurses spoke at it. She spoke about the conversations she and Papaw had about the Lord and heaven. She was very eloquent and she was visibly moved while speaking. It was so amazing to see this young woman who knew him for such a short time be so moved by my Papaw. Like I said earlier, he was amazing. He had that affect on people. She finished her time speaking by singing "How Great is Our God" a capella....the most beautiful rendition of that song ever.
And, she happened to be black.
To most of us, that wouldn't mean a thing. But for a man who spent the majority of his life with prejudice in his heart to spend his last hours on earth having intimate conversations about the Lord with a black woman....well, it's profound.
Only Salvation can change a heart so greatly. And only God can bring people together like this.
Oh, and by the way, I miss you Papaw.
A rerun of last year
I did something scary last night...something I've been avoiding for a long time. I stepped on my bathroom scale.
People who know me know that I have had a lifelong battle with my weight. One look at me, and it's no secret.
Well, the battle is back on. I've let the weight win for a while, but I am tired of letting it win.
Last year, as part of an advertising campaign with Trinity Mother Frances, I took on a challenge to eat healthy and exercise in order to lose weight and get more healthy. I was really proud of how well I did. I lost 30 pounds in 3 months...including a couple weeks of being very sick with bronchitis in there.
Well, my little trip to the scale last night revealed that not only have I gained back all that weight I worked so hard to shed, but an additional 8 pounds came with it.
I have one word for any other pounds that want to join their friends on my body: NEGATIVE!
It's not that I don't know what to do to lose weight or how to do it. Quite the opposite. I am a connoisseur of weight loss. I have participated in just about every weight loss plan out there at one time or another. It's just that I allow my circumstances to too easily become an excuse as to why I can't eat right and make the time to exercise.
Part of the ad campaign we had was a series of weekly columns in which I would outline how my week went and what did and did not work for me that week. I plan to have those again here...because, for some reason, people enjoyed reading them, but mostly because they help me.
They're an excellent tool for me to use to track what's going on in terms of my journey to a healthier me, and writing about the good and the bad is an excellent accountability tool for me.
I'm not going to post my weight right off the bat, by the way. Perhaps after I have had a significant weight loss I will, but for now it's not important how much I weigh (except to me for tracking purposes).
OK. Here we go. January 1 is the launch date!
People who know me know that I have had a lifelong battle with my weight. One look at me, and it's no secret.
Well, the battle is back on. I've let the weight win for a while, but I am tired of letting it win.
Last year, as part of an advertising campaign with Trinity Mother Frances, I took on a challenge to eat healthy and exercise in order to lose weight and get more healthy. I was really proud of how well I did. I lost 30 pounds in 3 months...including a couple weeks of being very sick with bronchitis in there.
Well, my little trip to the scale last night revealed that not only have I gained back all that weight I worked so hard to shed, but an additional 8 pounds came with it.
I have one word for any other pounds that want to join their friends on my body: NEGATIVE!
It's not that I don't know what to do to lose weight or how to do it. Quite the opposite. I am a connoisseur of weight loss. I have participated in just about every weight loss plan out there at one time or another. It's just that I allow my circumstances to too easily become an excuse as to why I can't eat right and make the time to exercise.
Part of the ad campaign we had was a series of weekly columns in which I would outline how my week went and what did and did not work for me that week. I plan to have those again here...because, for some reason, people enjoyed reading them, but mostly because they help me.
They're an excellent tool for me to use to track what's going on in terms of my journey to a healthier me, and writing about the good and the bad is an excellent accountability tool for me.
I'm not going to post my weight right off the bat, by the way. Perhaps after I have had a significant weight loss I will, but for now it's not important how much I weigh (except to me for tracking purposes).
OK. Here we go. January 1 is the launch date!
Monday, December 26, 2011
Excitement!
I've been thinking and pondering about this new blog for the last couple of days, and I am so excited to have it. I've truly missed writing as much as I did at the paper. I'm also thrilled that I will not have the same constraints put on me here as I did at the paper.
You see, when you write a column, it's from your point of view, so there is so much more leeway with it that with, say, a news story. It's your opinion, your take on things, and as such is considered you and not a reflection of the paper in which it is printed. ... Well, to a point.
Because I loved the paper as much as I did for so long and because I was very proud to work there, I would often pull punches, so to speak, in my columns so as to not create any sort of an image that would reflect badly on the paper.
Now, I can hear some of you drawing in sharp breaths of shock as I say that. I'm not at all saying that I'm planning to post any radical ideas or controversial subjects...well, they won't be to the people who know me, anyway.
I'm looking forward to being able to write more fully about my faith, what it means to me and the things I learn in my journey to draw closer to God. This is the primary place where I tended to hold back in my writing for the paper. Oh, I made my beliefs no secret, but I held back writing about them fully because a newspaper isn't really a venue for that. (Actually, as a Christian, I feel the message of God's grace should be shouted from the mountaintops and printed everywhere, but as a journalist, I knew doing so would compromise my credibility at my job in certain areas. It wasn't easy to live a semi-hypocritical life for that time.)
Mostly, I'm just looking forward to sharing with people again. I know I am no great wise sage nor is my writing particularly wonderful. That's why it always makes me smile so huge when someone complements my writing or asks me to find a way to share my thoughts again. I have missed writing so much, though, and am ready to jump back in with both feet. So, feel free to check back here often. I also plan to find ways to link my Facebook and other social media accounts to this so people can see when I update.
Enjoy!
You see, when you write a column, it's from your point of view, so there is so much more leeway with it that with, say, a news story. It's your opinion, your take on things, and as such is considered you and not a reflection of the paper in which it is printed. ... Well, to a point.
Because I loved the paper as much as I did for so long and because I was very proud to work there, I would often pull punches, so to speak, in my columns so as to not create any sort of an image that would reflect badly on the paper.
Now, I can hear some of you drawing in sharp breaths of shock as I say that. I'm not at all saying that I'm planning to post any radical ideas or controversial subjects...well, they won't be to the people who know me, anyway.
I'm looking forward to being able to write more fully about my faith, what it means to me and the things I learn in my journey to draw closer to God. This is the primary place where I tended to hold back in my writing for the paper. Oh, I made my beliefs no secret, but I held back writing about them fully because a newspaper isn't really a venue for that. (Actually, as a Christian, I feel the message of God's grace should be shouted from the mountaintops and printed everywhere, but as a journalist, I knew doing so would compromise my credibility at my job in certain areas. It wasn't easy to live a semi-hypocritical life for that time.)
Mostly, I'm just looking forward to sharing with people again. I know I am no great wise sage nor is my writing particularly wonderful. That's why it always makes me smile so huge when someone complements my writing or asks me to find a way to share my thoughts again. I have missed writing so much, though, and am ready to jump back in with both feet. So, feel free to check back here often. I also plan to find ways to link my Facebook and other social media accounts to this so people can see when I update.
Enjoy!
Saturday, December 24, 2011
A new place to write
I've decided to start this blog for several reasons. It's been years since I kept a blog with the sole purpose of...well...being there, I guess. The ones I have had in recent years have all been with a particular purpose (self help, Bible study) or reason.
A lot of why I'm starting this one is because I have had several people tell me they miss reading my column in the newspaper. I haven't written it with any regularity for about a year for several reasons I won't get into here. Most recent reason being that I was laid off from the paper, though.
I miss having this sort of an avenue to write, and because there seems to be a few people out there who actually want to read my words, I am sharing them.
I'm excited about what this may become. I'm also excited about sharing the new, interesting and fun direction my life is headed right now, and all the blessings God has heaped on me.
<3
Lauren
A lot of why I'm starting this one is because I have had several people tell me they miss reading my column in the newspaper. I haven't written it with any regularity for about a year for several reasons I won't get into here. Most recent reason being that I was laid off from the paper, though.
I miss having this sort of an avenue to write, and because there seems to be a few people out there who actually want to read my words, I am sharing them.
I'm excited about what this may become. I'm also excited about sharing the new, interesting and fun direction my life is headed right now, and all the blessings God has heaped on me.
<3
Lauren
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