Girlfriends!
Why don't we take a few minutes and chat about our "knowing" place, today. You know what I'm talking about. It's that place you find yourself when something wakes you up at 3:15 in the morning...a dog barks, tires screech, a train whistle blows in the distance, too much coke before bedtime :) Whatever the reason, you are awake and it's so still, sooooo quiet. It's like no other time of your day. If you lean into the stillness and listen to the quiet, you encounter it...your "knowing" place. It's where you store what you know in your knower! :-)
Today, we surround ourselves with so much noise and activity; we have a constant influx of material coming at us and filling our minds so that there is hardly time for any quiet reflection or real communication with each other. I had to smile, to myself, when I passed by two people, recently, at a table, having lunch, each one texting, presumably, having a separate conversation, with 2 open laptops between them! Nice lunch! :-) With our blackberrys, smart phones, laptops, T.V.'s, cell phones, ipod's, PSP's, WII's, portable DVD's, IPAD's....and no doubt newer gadgets that I am as of yet, unaware, the information in our knowers (the place where the knowing place stores what we know) can hardly be heard - too much competition!! These things may all have their place but let's not forget the value of some quiet time to re-group and evaluate what we are about. :-)
Let me simplify what I wanna say here, today. I just want to encourage you to take a visit to your knowing place and really know what you know in your knower! :-D Got that? lol! It's very likely that you KNOW what you need to do in most situations you face, today. If you look back, and you are anything like me, you can see that where you had a pretty good idea what you should or should not have said, or done, at the beginning of your decision making process. In most cases. you can see where you took the wrong road and it all began in your knower. You had that feeling of discomfort or doubt but acted, while ignoring that small but undeniable voice. As you ignored it, it grew fainter and the noise of what you wanted to do, at the time, grew louder, right along with a small but growing sense of unrest inside. I would speculate some of the results, in various situations, have included symptoms like fatigue, guilt, lack of peace or anxiety, confusion. weight gain, weight loss, mood swings, a sense of sadness, relational issues, etc. Any time we step outside the realm of our true core beliefs and values, we will suffer some of these or other hurtful symptoms. These are warning signs to us, from a good God, that we need to re-evaluate where we moved away from our knowing place and get back "in the zone" or, we could say, back in tune with our knower because that is the place where we find rest and peace. It is the place where we are living out what we truly believe is right, in our hearts. Make sense?
I want to offer up one disclaimer here...Do I mean, by this, that just because a person believes something is right, it automatically is? Whoa! Hold onto your seatbelts...Absolutely not! The people who flew into our towers on 911 apparently believed they were doing what was right! The Bible does indicate that it is possible to be deceived. "There is a way that seems right unto a man but the end thereof is death." (Proverbs 16:25) I wish I had an easy answer for how this can be avoided...but I can say this. I truly don't believe we need to fear this happening to us if we will remember the first 2 commandments. "Love God with all your heart, all your soul, all your might and all your strengh and...love your neighbor as yourself". (Deut 6:5, Luke 10:27) Check with your knower and I believe you will find confirmation that this agrees with all that is right and good!! :-) I also have confidence that as we seek God with these key commandments at the forefront, open and honest hearts and a humble spirit, we will know and understand the truth. It may take more than one trip, or an extended stay, to our knowing place, in order to reconnect and tune in, especially if we have become dull in our senses over a period of time. Persist and your knower will reveal itself once again!
I believe in order to experience true peace (P.E.I.S.) we need to make a visit to our "knowing" place and ask God to shine his all-knowing and all-loving searchlight into our hearts and check our "fitness" levels, Physically, Emotionally, Intellectually and Spiritually. Each of these begins with a visit to our knowing place. We can know in our knower what is right but we need the power to DO what is right. This is where spirituality comes in. My challenge to you, and to myself, today, is to visit your knowing place - it doesn't have to be 3:15 a.m. but you do have to get still and quiet, and may I suggest you invite God to join you? He is the one who has the ability to reveal what you need and to supply the power to live out what you discover. He wants to share with you, as your Creator, the plans he has for you and the purpose he wants to fulfill in your life.
Still Climbing,
Cher
Friday
What Do I Eat? Here's the Deal.
variety of them at least for the short term. Now, let me tell you what works, makes the most sense and, best of all, it's SIMPLE and doesn't require going to specialty stores or spending ridiculous amounts of time in the kitchen - yay!
Michael Pollan wrote a book titled Food Rules and I highly recommend it. It's premises is based on 3 simple principles.
Eat FOOD.
MOSTLY PLANTS.
Eat LESS.
How refreshing!
He contends that we shouldn't eat anything our great grandmother wouldn't recognize as FOOD. He uses go-gurt in a tube as an example lol~! We all know all this processed, packaged food with an eternal shelf life is killing us, don't we?
As a general rule, eat foods with 5 or less ingredients, ones you recognize and would use in your kitchen. Honey would be a rare exception as it has a long shelf life but is a great way to satisfy your sweet craving when you need it! Most foods should have an expiration date at some point!
Eat when you are hungry and stop eating when you are no longer hungry but are not completely full, between 65-80%.
Make a treat just that - a treat. Not your regular way of eating.
Occasionally, break the rules!
Now let's see what an example looks like in real terms on a typical day for me.
Start the morning off with 20 oz. water with my workout (after if I'm running). Coffee on my way to work and once I get settled in, I start on my next water and have a 1/2 banana with half of the 1/4 cup of raw almonds I brought for the day. could also be eggs or steel cut oatmeal(no sugar - honey, berries and a few slivered almonds).
I have found that halving everything is a great way to lessen my calorie intake and have more snacks throughout the day - I can eat the other half of the banana and nuts if I get hungry in an hour or two. If you like, go ahead and eat the whole serving at one time according to your preference. I also like to cut up my banana and nuts in pieces on a plate and slightly drizzle it with local, raw honey and cinnamon. when I have time, such as weekends,I'll likely have a large helping of egg whites (6) or 2 whole eggs or I may have oatmeal with banana, honey and cinnamon. I normally limit my bread intake to a weekend treat and then keep it minimal Hamburger? Eat 1/2 bun; Sandwich? Just 1 slice of bread and so on.
For snacking, limit yourself to fruit, vegetables and nuts. You will grow accustomed to enjoying these natural snacks and the cravings for processed foods will soon disappear. If you like having a bar, choose larabars, which are the most natural, having only a few real food ingredients rather than a long list of chemicals.
For lunch it could be a large salad with olives, corn salsa,and grilled chicken or salmon. Drizzle with a little olive oil, rice vinegar and lemon. Yum! For an afternoon snack, choose a piece of fruit and a few nuts or your larabar. Dinner can be any 4 oz. piece of lean meat, grilled, a green veggie and a baked sweet potato with a thin slice of butter. Oh I also like to put a little Tony Cacheres on mine! Sweet and salty - so good! *Don't eat margarine or butter substitute to save calories- it's a chemical! Evening snack - if you must, keep it light and a small portion such as some berries or other 1/2 piece of fruit. Hope this helps a little bit! Check out the book for more tips! I keep it handy as a great reminder. Still Climbing, Cher
Tuesday
My Darkest Day
Web friends, I ask for your patience and your prayers as I open my heart, today.
It takes an extra measure of God's grace for me to recall one of the most painful times in my life. For many years, I could not speak about or even think about this dark time without struggling to breathe and sobbing, uncontrollably. I am not one prone to such displays so it was very difficult to accept my involuntary response to the pain.
Seven years have passed and I can now share - sometimes my breathing still becomes labored and my eyes fill as the painful memories are brought to the surface, but time and grace have brought a measure of healing and relief for which I'm very grateful! I'm sure you are wondering WHY? Why would I want to expose painful and personal happenings in my life for all the world to see? Good question! :-) There is one reason. Healing. For my family, myself and those of you whose personal pain may be paralyzing you. I want to share so that you may know there is HOPE and even JOY available to you, by grace, even through the stormiest seas. Our God, who offered himself up for us all, understands and is touched by our pain - he waits for us to come to him with our deep hurts and find rest for our souls. This, I believe!
There is much left out here for the sake of brevity - watch for my book to be published later this year for a more detailed description....Don't Waste Your Hurricane - My Journey To PEIS.
After the divorce from my husband of 18 years and choosing to remain with the Mennonite church with my 3 boys who were then 17, 13 and 11, I got a job and did my best, with much help from these wonderfully kind people, to maintain a nurturing home for my family. We had become very much a part of the Mennonite faith and lifestyle and we continued on. Over the next two years, their father, who had moved from Arkansas back to Houston (our native city), remarried and bought a large, beautiful home with all the "worldly" amenities we had lived without for some time, began to fly the boys out to visit him. At first the boys would not go visit and clung to me and the sheltered lifestyle they knew, with the exception of my 15 year old who was well settled, a member of the church and was not interested in visiting. As my two younger boys began to go for repeated visits, they were naturally drawn to the lifestyle their dad was now involved in and offering to them. They each had their own room equipped with a TV and computer and when they visited, he bought them name brand clothing and took them on vacations and to movies. It isn't hard to imagine that by the time they were 15 and 13, they were enjoying these amenities very much and it became harder for them to adjust when they came home to "Little House on the Prairie."
My 13 year old began to act out and show his independent spirit :) and told me that he did not mean to be disrespectful but that I really could not tell him what to do anymore....the dye was caste and soon it was time for another visit with their dad. When they should have been preparing to return home, I received a call from my youngest. He said in a very sure and assertive voice, "Mom, I've decided to stay here and live with Dad. He says it's going to be like Astroworld!" He went on to talk about all the things they going to do. While my heart was breaking and my mind whirling, I managed to ask him, "Are you sure this is what you want to do?" This is when I discovered his dad on the other line as he warned me not to try and change his mind. I am not sure what else was said but I told him I loved him and hung up.
Now I know in divorce situations, children have the ability to choose with whom they want to live and it may not seem so very terrible. However, in this case, there was much more involved than a simple move down the street. This would mean a move to Houston and would create both a physical and relational separation as he adopted a "worldly" lifestyle and came under his dad's control. I knew both he and his father and the issues that I feared would bring many heartaches to come. I felt completely helpless.
Numb, I walked back to the bedroom he shared with his brother and picked up his baseball cap from his bedside. My baby boy! My beautiful (yes, boys can be beautiful - mine are!) smart, fun-loving, impulsive boy, full of "spit and vinegar" and SO much personality in one body...my legs gave way and I buckled to the floor in a heap with a feeling I can't describe, other than abject grief beyond anything else I had ever experienced (some of you know just what I'm talking about) though there would be many opportunities over the next several years for the experience of grief to become a familiar way of life. I cried and felt myself sinking into a dark place in prayer and tears. As I lay there, I heard a voice, not audible but every bit as clear, say to me, "Cherrie, do you want to give yourself to this?" I instantly knew this was a critical question and I could feel the pull to just follow that spiraling staircase down into the darkness that was enveloping me and never come back.
GRACE. It IS amazing. I found myself reaching deep within and, at the same time, reaching up and I managed to whisper the faintest "no" into the ears of a loving God. I knew I had to get up immediately or I would not get up at all. This is no exaggeration but my experience, as it was.
That happened 7 long years and many ensuing hurts ago, and yet, as I recall it, the hurt is as fresh as the day it happened.
What about your darkest day? Have you faced deep pain and heartache or has life been smooth sailing so far? We each have our own crosses to bear as we travel this road and also what I refer to as assigned blessings! :-D I believe, when Jesus says, "My grace is sufficient for YOU for my strength is made perfect in (your) weakness," he meant that his grace is sufficient for ME to carry the cross I must bear, not the grace needed to carry your cross. We have all said, "Oh, I could never take...." and we can't! We are given the measure of grace needed in the hour of our trial, not before but right on time. I have found God's grace IS sufficient if I avail myself of it. Too often, I've spent wasted time trying to pull myself up "by my bootstraps" trying to manufacture my own grace! MISTAKE! My part is the willingness to say, "Yes, Lord, I choose to LIVE. Give me grace!" The Grace part of the equation is God's specialty and is a gift, freely given, as requested. Run to him for an extra measure of grace, today - his supply never runs low and he will give you just what you need.
More to come, friends. I'm spent.
Still Climbing,
Cher
It takes an extra measure of God's grace for me to recall one of the most painful times in my life. For many years, I could not speak about or even think about this dark time without struggling to breathe and sobbing, uncontrollably. I am not one prone to such displays so it was very difficult to accept my involuntary response to the pain.
Seven years have passed and I can now share - sometimes my breathing still becomes labored and my eyes fill as the painful memories are brought to the surface, but time and grace have brought a measure of healing and relief for which I'm very grateful! I'm sure you are wondering WHY? Why would I want to expose painful and personal happenings in my life for all the world to see? Good question! :-) There is one reason. Healing. For my family, myself and those of you whose personal pain may be paralyzing you. I want to share so that you may know there is HOPE and even JOY available to you, by grace, even through the stormiest seas. Our God, who offered himself up for us all, understands and is touched by our pain - he waits for us to come to him with our deep hurts and find rest for our souls. This, I believe!
There is much left out here for the sake of brevity - watch for my book to be published later this year for a more detailed description....Don't Waste Your Hurricane - My Journey To PEIS.
After the divorce from my husband of 18 years and choosing to remain with the Mennonite church with my 3 boys who were then 17, 13 and 11, I got a job and did my best, with much help from these wonderfully kind people, to maintain a nurturing home for my family. We had become very much a part of the Mennonite faith and lifestyle and we continued on. Over the next two years, their father, who had moved from Arkansas back to Houston (our native city), remarried and bought a large, beautiful home with all the "worldly" amenities we had lived without for some time, began to fly the boys out to visit him. At first the boys would not go visit and clung to me and the sheltered lifestyle they knew, with the exception of my 15 year old who was well settled, a member of the church and was not interested in visiting. As my two younger boys began to go for repeated visits, they were naturally drawn to the lifestyle their dad was now involved in and offering to them. They each had their own room equipped with a TV and computer and when they visited, he bought them name brand clothing and took them on vacations and to movies. It isn't hard to imagine that by the time they were 15 and 13, they were enjoying these amenities very much and it became harder for them to adjust when they came home to "Little House on the Prairie."
My 13 year old began to act out and show his independent spirit :) and told me that he did not mean to be disrespectful but that I really could not tell him what to do anymore....the dye was caste and soon it was time for another visit with their dad. When they should have been preparing to return home, I received a call from my youngest. He said in a very sure and assertive voice, "Mom, I've decided to stay here and live with Dad. He says it's going to be like Astroworld!" He went on to talk about all the things they going to do. While my heart was breaking and my mind whirling, I managed to ask him, "Are you sure this is what you want to do?" This is when I discovered his dad on the other line as he warned me not to try and change his mind. I am not sure what else was said but I told him I loved him and hung up.
Now I know in divorce situations, children have the ability to choose with whom they want to live and it may not seem so very terrible. However, in this case, there was much more involved than a simple move down the street. This would mean a move to Houston and would create both a physical and relational separation as he adopted a "worldly" lifestyle and came under his dad's control. I knew both he and his father and the issues that I feared would bring many heartaches to come. I felt completely helpless.
Numb, I walked back to the bedroom he shared with his brother and picked up his baseball cap from his bedside. My baby boy! My beautiful (yes, boys can be beautiful - mine are!) smart, fun-loving, impulsive boy, full of "spit and vinegar" and SO much personality in one body...my legs gave way and I buckled to the floor in a heap with a feeling I can't describe, other than abject grief beyond anything else I had ever experienced (some of you know just what I'm talking about) though there would be many opportunities over the next several years for the experience of grief to become a familiar way of life. I cried and felt myself sinking into a dark place in prayer and tears. As I lay there, I heard a voice, not audible but every bit as clear, say to me, "Cherrie, do you want to give yourself to this?" I instantly knew this was a critical question and I could feel the pull to just follow that spiraling staircase down into the darkness that was enveloping me and never come back.
GRACE. It IS amazing. I found myself reaching deep within and, at the same time, reaching up and I managed to whisper the faintest "no" into the ears of a loving God. I knew I had to get up immediately or I would not get up at all. This is no exaggeration but my experience, as it was.
That happened 7 long years and many ensuing hurts ago, and yet, as I recall it, the hurt is as fresh as the day it happened.
What about your darkest day? Have you faced deep pain and heartache or has life been smooth sailing so far? We each have our own crosses to bear as we travel this road and also what I refer to as assigned blessings! :-D I believe, when Jesus says, "My grace is sufficient for YOU for my strength is made perfect in (your) weakness," he meant that his grace is sufficient for ME to carry the cross I must bear, not the grace needed to carry your cross. We have all said, "Oh, I could never take...." and we can't! We are given the measure of grace needed in the hour of our trial, not before but right on time. I have found God's grace IS sufficient if I avail myself of it. Too often, I've spent wasted time trying to pull myself up "by my bootstraps" trying to manufacture my own grace! MISTAKE! My part is the willingness to say, "Yes, Lord, I choose to LIVE. Give me grace!" The Grace part of the equation is God's specialty and is a gift, freely given, as requested. Run to him for an extra measure of grace, today - his supply never runs low and he will give you just what you need.
More to come, friends. I'm spent.
Still Climbing,
Cher
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