I am counting down to the Significant Conference. As I prepare my final thoughts in these last days before the event, my heart is so full of God’s heart toward YOU. The very definition of the word describes the heart of the event for you.
Ever have days that you are just all in your head? Experts believe we think somewhere between 60,000 to 80,000 thoughts per days. That averages out to be 2,500 to 3,300 per hour. Studies show that 85% of those thoughts are negative. Those negative thoughts wear different hats and take on different characteristics. But they are often somewhere between overthinking: putting yourself down, fearing unknowns, trying to please others and just flat-out, not feeling good enough.
Exercise is not just about aerobic capacity and muscle size. Sure, exercise can improve your physical health and your physique, trim your waistline, improve your sex life, and even add years to your life. But that’s not what motivates most people to stay active.
What are we doing today? What’s for dinner? Can I have a snack? Do I have to? Can I have more screen time? Can I have a snack? And the best question of them all…Are we going back to school? I don’t know!!
It was around the spring of 2010. My oldest daughter was in early elementary school. She was a long way from entering high school and darkening the doors of any kind of prom. But as a local church community announced their launch of what would be a county-wide event, hosting kids with different abilities in a “special” prom designed just for them, I stirred.
I love to talk. I’ve learned to listen. I love my opinions. I’ve learned to hold them loosely.
I experienced CHURCH in my room. It was a holy moment as a bold preacher validated the heaviness in my heart from the other side of a screen.
I crave greatness. My appetite to achieve, accomplish, do, perform—it is insatiable. For a large part of my life, I had little awareness that character and internal growth was part of that process, and something to be valued.
“We got this!” I proclaimed as my family ventured out on our first of what has become our daily walk in quarantine. In the moments after shelter in place was broadcasted nation wide, I felt surrounded. For the past year there has been a gradual stripping of my life’s “works”.
I was walking my dog in the neighborhood we had been renting. I stood at the top of a hill to catch my breath and looked up.
“God, if we are going to be able to buy a house here—you’re going to have to give it to us.”
