Right now, my life is kinda boring! I'm consumed with running and sleeping and not trying to pass out in this Georgia heat.
Over the weekend, I am forcing myself to make some YOU time. Time to catch up on your lives!!
I'm stepped away from blogging, facebook-ing, and twittering through work hours. I need focus, and as much as I love social interaction, I do not get paid to do this yet.
The sacrifice is hard. I feel as though I'm missing really critical moments, but I have to make them. Your encouraging words are such sweet salvation and comfort... more than you'll ever know.
Also, random: I now know more about tennis shoes than ever.
Life is sweet!
xoxo,
Jenn
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
Monday, July 26, 2010
hello loves.
For reasons that I don't understand, I've not really felt like blogging. I haven't fought it as I should, just pressing through it, but tonight, that's what I find myself doing.I haven't been reading your lovely words as much as I should... well, I haven't been commenting.
Life is busy, and wild, and crazy.
Workout 2 and 3 of running has passed and I had an epiphany tonight while on the treadmill. I love that God gives us moments of clarity when we are discouraged. It was so good!
I think I need a shower. Ha!
Love you all ... xoxo,
Jenn
Thursday, July 22, 2010
...
Dear Lord,
I ran tonight. I am weak and WAY out of shape. But more than that, I am tired and exhausted from living a life of mediocrity.
Where excuses abound and people fail me and I them, remind me that Your Grace is sufficient and in my weakness, You are Glorified.
And that I Can and Will do this.
Love,
Jenn
I ran tonight. I am weak and WAY out of shape. But more than that, I am tired and exhausted from living a life of mediocrity.
Where excuses abound and people fail me and I them, remind me that Your Grace is sufficient and in my weakness, You are Glorified.
And that I Can and Will do this.
Love,
Jenn
Bloggy Giveaway!
Today, she's giving away 5 hard back copies of Madeleine Wickham's book -- A Desirable Residence!
If you've not picked up a great beach read, or you're headed out for that end of July trip... enter to win! Madeleine Wickham is the author of the Shopaholic Series under her pen name, Sophie Kinsella.
I've not read a Madeleine Wickham book that I didn't like! Stop by and enter to win!!
xoxo,
ME!
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
to run for God...
Hello my Lovelies!!
This year has been so full of changes in my life. Some have been really hard, some much easier. And then there are some that fall into a category of self-imposed (read: GOOD!) changes.
Tonight, my church started a bible study called Run for God. It was started here locally in town, and as of right now, there is a study going on around this area every night of the week. (During the video presentation, I may or may not have started crying. Let's lean towards the may, shall we?)
The goal is to prepare Christians, inexperienced runners who love the Lord, to run their first 5K and share the gospel. We are called to fill the Great Commission and what better way to do that, right?
Truthfully, I've wanted to run a 5K for at least 2 years now. I lack the self-motivation. Not my proudest feature but ... it is what it is. I'm accepting that THIS is the time I'm going to change. I'm choosing to change!
So... I'm asking you all to pray and keep me accountable. The 5K is on October 16, and I could not be any more excited.
Next week our class is meeting at the home church for the program and we're having our Gait Analyzed by a company in Chatty, Fast Break.
Y'all Pray!! And please don't hesitate to call me out. I'm caffeine free and french fry free. Why not run?
Happy Wednesday!
xoxo,
me.
This year has been so full of changes in my life. Some have been really hard, some much easier. And then there are some that fall into a category of self-imposed (read: GOOD!) changes.
Tonight, my church started a bible study called Run for God. It was started here locally in town, and as of right now, there is a study going on around this area every night of the week. (During the video presentation, I may or may not have started crying. Let's lean towards the may, shall we?)
The goal is to prepare Christians, inexperienced runners who love the Lord, to run their first 5K and share the gospel. We are called to fill the Great Commission and what better way to do that, right?
Truthfully, I've wanted to run a 5K for at least 2 years now. I lack the self-motivation. Not my proudest feature but ... it is what it is. I'm accepting that THIS is the time I'm going to change. I'm choosing to change!
So... I'm asking you all to pray and keep me accountable. The 5K is on October 16, and I could not be any more excited.
Next week our class is meeting at the home church for the program and we're having our Gait Analyzed by a company in Chatty, Fast Break.
Y'all Pray!! And please don't hesitate to call me out. I'm caffeine free and french fry free. Why not run?
Happy Wednesday!
xoxo,
me.
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
well, Hello there!
I'm guessing if you're here, you discovered either 1) your email, or 2) the remains of my other website.
Let's just say that, due to some unforseen circumstances, it became important to start fresh and work for some anonymity,... shall we?
I'm still tweaking and playing with features, so even though it looks bare... it won't for long!
For now, I hope you had a marvelous Tuesday!
xoxo,
me.
Let's just say that, due to some unforseen circumstances, it became important to start fresh and work for some anonymity,... shall we?
I'm still tweaking and playing with features, so even though it looks bare... it won't for long!
For now, I hope you had a marvelous Tuesday!
xoxo,
me.
Thursday, April 23, 2009
Mom, I think I killed John Mark.
I'm sure by now you have seen the story about the mother who literally dumped her 10 and 12 year old daughters out of the car. Upon reading the story, I immediately called my Mom to fill her in on it, and well... laugh.
My parents divorced when my brother and I were 7 and 9 (respectively). My mother threatened numerous times to leave us in various places after John Mark and I got on her nerves. Being the divorcee of a minister with a 9-year old (going on 30) and a 7-year old boy (let's just acknowledge that for what it is) would be enough to have any grown woman committed. How my mother managed through those difficult years, with ridicule from church people, frustration from family, dealing with her own turmoil of a crumbling marriage, and of course, raising JM and I, is a true miracle in and of itself.
But... it also made me think of a little incident that happened two days after I got my driver's license. My birthday is in December, and was 3 days before we got out for Christmas break. Getting my license was a huge deal! It mean independence! It meant freedom! It meant growing up! Unfortunately, it also meant that I was now the second official chauffeur. I had to take my brothers to school. ARG. I was supposed to get my grandmother's car (a baby blue 1989 Buick LeSabre), but it needed to be serviced, so I had to wait until the weekend. In the meantime, I drove my Mom's Navy Blue 1987 Chevrolet Caprice, AKA, the Big Blue Tank. (Seems I have a theme with big cars, no?) Well, being the official grown-up, I was super-duper excited to drive to school, but my fare... was a PUNK. He wanted to mess with the radio. I was a super-prude, so I listened to NOTHING but Christian music (J93.3!), but John Mark wanted to hear the Devil's music. Sufficed to say, there was biting on the way home from school that first day over the radio. Did I mention how mature we were?
I was determined to win the second round! The ride is was pretty easy, except that JM wanted to leave his breakfast trash in my car instead of throwing it away. School... well I have NO idea what transpired that day. I did, however, stay until most of the cars left the parking lot because the big car? It was hard to park and backout easily. If you know me now, you know that I still stink at parking. Some things never change. We headed home, and before we were even out of the parking lot, the Radio Wars started again. It felt like the longest ride home. I would set the station; he would change it. I would change it back; he would change it again. Over and over and OVER again. I told him that I wished he could walk home or ride the BUS! I would change it back; he would change it again.
When we got to our subdivision, I stopped the car and told him to GET OUT. He could walk the rest of the 1/2 mile home. I was furious, and I was going to prove my point.
As I started to pull away, I heard a loud thud come from under the car. My heart hit my knees, and my feet slammed on the brakes. I jumped out of the car to find my brother laying on the road.
In that moment, I thought I had killed him. All of the trouble of the radio faded away instantly at the thoughts that my pettiness had hurt JM. He came to, and started crying, and Billy and I loaded him in the car. We drove the 1/2 mile home in silence, then carried him from the car to his bed.
I was panic-stricken. I immediately started calling my mother, and in those days, getting a hold of her was no easy task. After 20 minutes of pacing the house, checking on JM, and dialing my mother, I finally got her.
Tearfully and hysterically, I told her that I hit JM with the car. I was crying and was loud and didn't ever want to drive again. I needed her to come home immediately and take him to the E.R. (becuase I wasn't driving him there), and punish me to the fullest extent.
And about that time, John Mark picked up on another phone and started laughing. Maniacally laughing about how it was all it was a prank.
I have never wanted to kill him as badly as I did then.
As it turns out, it was all a big joke that he and Billy schemed up, with me as the punch line and recipient.
But in lieu of the story of this lady, I can sympathize with her COMPLETELY.
My parents divorced when my brother and I were 7 and 9 (respectively). My mother threatened numerous times to leave us in various places after John Mark and I got on her nerves. Being the divorcee of a minister with a 9-year old (going on 30) and a 7-year old boy (let's just acknowledge that for what it is) would be enough to have any grown woman committed. How my mother managed through those difficult years, with ridicule from church people, frustration from family, dealing with her own turmoil of a crumbling marriage, and of course, raising JM and I, is a true miracle in and of itself.
But... it also made me think of a little incident that happened two days after I got my driver's license. My birthday is in December, and was 3 days before we got out for Christmas break. Getting my license was a huge deal! It mean independence! It meant freedom! It meant growing up! Unfortunately, it also meant that I was now the second official chauffeur. I had to take my brothers to school. ARG. I was supposed to get my grandmother's car (a baby blue 1989 Buick LeSabre), but it needed to be serviced, so I had to wait until the weekend. In the meantime, I drove my Mom's Navy Blue 1987 Chevrolet Caprice, AKA, the Big Blue Tank. (Seems I have a theme with big cars, no?) Well, being the official grown-up, I was super-duper excited to drive to school, but my fare... was a PUNK. He wanted to mess with the radio. I was a super-prude, so I listened to NOTHING but Christian music (J93.3!), but John Mark wanted to hear the Devil's music. Sufficed to say, there was biting on the way home from school that first day over the radio. Did I mention how mature we were?
I was determined to win the second round! The ride is was pretty easy, except that JM wanted to leave his breakfast trash in my car instead of throwing it away. School... well I have NO idea what transpired that day. I did, however, stay until most of the cars left the parking lot because the big car? It was hard to park and backout easily. If you know me now, you know that I still stink at parking. Some things never change. We headed home, and before we were even out of the parking lot, the Radio Wars started again. It felt like the longest ride home. I would set the station; he would change it. I would change it back; he would change it again. Over and over and OVER again. I told him that I wished he could walk home or ride the BUS! I would change it back; he would change it again.
When we got to our subdivision, I stopped the car and told him to GET OUT. He could walk the rest of the 1/2 mile home. I was furious, and I was going to prove my point.
As I started to pull away, I heard a loud thud come from under the car. My heart hit my knees, and my feet slammed on the brakes. I jumped out of the car to find my brother laying on the road.
In that moment, I thought I had killed him. All of the trouble of the radio faded away instantly at the thoughts that my pettiness had hurt JM. He came to, and started crying, and Billy and I loaded him in the car. We drove the 1/2 mile home in silence, then carried him from the car to his bed.
I was panic-stricken. I immediately started calling my mother, and in those days, getting a hold of her was no easy task. After 20 minutes of pacing the house, checking on JM, and dialing my mother, I finally got her.
Tearfully and hysterically, I told her that I hit JM with the car. I was crying and was loud and didn't ever want to drive again. I needed her to come home immediately and take him to the E.R. (becuase I wasn't driving him there), and punish me to the fullest extent.
And about that time, John Mark picked up on another phone and started laughing. Maniacally laughing about how it was all it was a prank.
I have never wanted to kill him as badly as I did then.
As it turns out, it was all a big joke that he and Billy schemed up, with me as the punch line and recipient.
But in lieu of the story of this lady, I can sympathize with her COMPLETELY.
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