While I'm not entirely sure where my love of cars came from, I was begging my parents to let me look at cars in the car lots by age 10 and playing with Hot Wheels way before that, I do know my grandpa taught me a lot about them. He was fanatical about caring for his cars.
While there were many car care tips, he always said there were two things that were indisputably the two most important things for car care. One was regular oil changes. Said the engine would get sludge and changing the oil keeps your engine running clean and longer. And it isn't good enough to just add the right kind of oil, but the old oil has to come out each time. Along with a new oil filter. The second tip was to use good gas. No chicken gas (an inside family joke) for our vehicles. Nope, has to be Shell or Exxon preferably.
I currently drive a Miata that says "Premium Recommended, but not Required." And a Cadillac that does require premium gasoline. Do I do these things? Of course! And why? Because I value the cars and want them to be in top running shape for as long as possible. I don't sit there at the pump and choose low octane gas due to the cost. I might complain, but I use the recommended and/or required octanes.
Some of his other tips included keeping your tires balanced and properly inflated. My STS alerts me if one tire is lower and has digital gauges where I can check the tire pressure. I do this manually on my Miata. Why? Because if one tire isn't holding up it's correct amount of pressure, it will put the whole car off balance and wear out the tires faster.
I also read the manuals or google items to make sure the proper oil, gas and tire pressure is used for each model, as each of our vehicles are different.
So by now you may be wondering, why the car maintenance lesson? Glad you asked. My body has been running sluggish, autoimmune issues flaring and join issues. I was evaluating what I've eaten lately, and being the holiday season, I've eaten WAY more sugar than I normally do plus add in the early sunsets and my activity level has been lower. I know I feel better when I eat right, but get lazy in it. Healthy foods can cost more. It takes time to prep food. It takes time to read labels. Here is where the car care comes into play. I realized I pay more for better fuel for my car, I'll even go out of my way to find the "right" gas stations. I take time to do the proper maintenance on them, to make sure the foundation (tires) are all equally supporting the car, to read the articles on how to get the most of your car. Yet I'm putting junk in my body and not consistently making sure all the pillars (physical, mental, spiritual, emotional, etc) for a proper foundation are equally being cared for. If I do these things for my cars, in the hope they will last 10-20 years, why wouldn't I do it for my body? That I hope will last 80 years, and that God says is His temple.
Sometimes we forget the maintenance on our vehicles, and we don't remember until an alert comes on or it runs sluggish or knocking. It's always better to do preventative maintenance then repairs. Same with our bodies. I start feeling better and then let it slide until warning signs go off. But right now my warning lights are all going off and its time to treat my body at least as well as I treat my vehicles.
Thursday, December 29, 2016
Thursday, September 8, 2016
10 Tips for the Path to Wellness/Recovery/Wholeness
August 21, 2016
From my time volunteering in Celebrate Recovery, Gwinnett Detention Center, NAMI, at church and now with the AFSP I've been asked what works. While I wish I could say I've always followed my own advice, here are the things I think can make the biggest difference.
1. Remember HALT. If you are Hungry, Angry, Lonely or Tired then halt (stop) and fix what you can. The more these four are in play the harder triggers will be.
2. Keep a gratitude journal. When in a slump write out the things you are grateful for. In those really rough times you can't think of anything, go back and read what you've written before.
3. Exercise and get some sunlight. Sometimes it's hard to motivate yourself to get up and do this, but it really does help. Even if it's just a 20 minute stroll with your dog.
4. Healthy diet. I'm not great at this but at least try to make sure you get in one nutrient packed meal a day that isn't processed or fast food. Try to avoid sodas and sugar filled items.
5. Vitamins, supplements and meds. This is different for everyone but pretty much everyone can benefit from a good multi-vitamin, B-complex and fish oil. If you are prescribed other things, take them. And don't "borrow" other people's medications.
6. Find people to support you, keep you accountable and encourage you. When you get to where you think you don't need anyone or any accountability and can handle it yourself, that is one of the most dangerous places you can actually be. Don't be afraid to reach out for help if you need it.
7. Consistent sleep schedule. Found out this is crucial for my own personal well being. Google sleep hygiene for more details.
8. Worship music. Nothing like this to help move focus off your self. Headphones at night are great when you can't sleep due to racing thoughts or anxiety.
9. Volunteer! Help others. It gives you purpose, helps them, and makes you realize you aren't on this journey alone.
10. Remember that God is always with you. There are times when you might want to punch someone for spouting off a Bible verse, but when you are in a place where you can focus, God's Word is the only true source of life and strength!
From my time volunteering in Celebrate Recovery, Gwinnett Detention Center, NAMI, at church and now with the AFSP I've been asked what works. While I wish I could say I've always followed my own advice, here are the things I think can make the biggest difference.
1. Remember HALT. If you are Hungry, Angry, Lonely or Tired then halt (stop) and fix what you can. The more these four are in play the harder triggers will be.
2. Keep a gratitude journal. When in a slump write out the things you are grateful for. In those really rough times you can't think of anything, go back and read what you've written before.
3. Exercise and get some sunlight. Sometimes it's hard to motivate yourself to get up and do this, but it really does help. Even if it's just a 20 minute stroll with your dog.
4. Healthy diet. I'm not great at this but at least try to make sure you get in one nutrient packed meal a day that isn't processed or fast food. Try to avoid sodas and sugar filled items.
5. Vitamins, supplements and meds. This is different for everyone but pretty much everyone can benefit from a good multi-vitamin, B-complex and fish oil. If you are prescribed other things, take them. And don't "borrow" other people's medications.
6. Find people to support you, keep you accountable and encourage you. When you get to where you think you don't need anyone or any accountability and can handle it yourself, that is one of the most dangerous places you can actually be. Don't be afraid to reach out for help if you need it.
7. Consistent sleep schedule. Found out this is crucial for my own personal well being. Google sleep hygiene for more details.
8. Worship music. Nothing like this to help move focus off your self. Headphones at night are great when you can't sleep due to racing thoughts or anxiety.
9. Volunteer! Help others. It gives you purpose, helps them, and makes you realize you aren't on this journey alone.
10. Remember that God is always with you. There are times when you might want to punch someone for spouting off a Bible verse, but when you are in a place where you can focus, God's Word is the only true source of life and strength!
I hope that at least one thing off this list will help someone else on their journey to wellness and wholeness.
Judgement and Grace
August 19, 2016
Four very drunk, totally naked women (around my age), drinking vodka and orange juice and being loud in one of my community pools, belligerently refusing to get dressed or leave is how I started my day at 7:30 this morning.
Honestly now...one of your first thoughts is what is wrong with those women, or some other judgemental thought. Am I right? I know it was mine, right up there with seriously, this is how my Friday is going to be?!
Then God started whispering to me, what are you judging them over?
Me: um, first off they are drinking and drunk way too early in the morning
God: and who gets to determine that being drunk early is way worse than being drunk at night?
Me: ouch. Ok, so they are naked and acting inappropriately.
God: and you have never done that? Maybe not the naked part, but have you ever lost your inhibitions and acted inappropriately?
Me: wellll, this one time... but they broke the pool rules, the pool doesn't open until 8.
God: I seem to remember you and a guy getting busted for breaking into a community pool after hours one time.
Me: that was a long time ago
God: and?
Four very drunk, totally naked women (around my age), drinking vodka and orange juice and being loud in one of my community pools, belligerently refusing to get dressed or leave is how I started my day at 7:30 this morning.
Honestly now...one of your first thoughts is what is wrong with those women, or some other judgemental thought. Am I right? I know it was mine, right up there with seriously, this is how my Friday is going to be?!
Then God started whispering to me, what are you judging them over?
Me: um, first off they are drinking and drunk way too early in the morning
God: and who gets to determine that being drunk early is way worse than being drunk at night?
Me: ouch. Ok, so they are naked and acting inappropriately.
God: and you have never done that? Maybe not the naked part, but have you ever lost your inhibitions and acted inappropriately?
Me: wellll, this one time... but they broke the pool rules, the pool doesn't open until 8.
God: I seem to remember you and a guy getting busted for breaking into a community pool after hours one time.
Me: that was a long time ago
God: and?
Me: ... Dear God, please forgive my judgemental attitude. Thank you
for showing me that they just need You. Give me grace and wisdom in
dealing with these kinds of situations (and thank you for our wonderful
local cops). And for reminding me of all that You have forgiven me.
Help me focus on becoming more like You, and to use Your Word as my
standard. Not focusing on others or using them to measure whether or
not my moral compass is correct.
Sunday, January 17, 2016
Our Anchor
This year I started a devotional book called Unpack Your Heart. Though only three weeks into the new year and this devotional, I highly recommend doing it.
The lesson this week is called Soul Room and the memory verse is Hebrews 6:19-20 "We have this hope as an anchor for the soul, firm and secure. It enters the inner sanctuary behind the curtain, where our forerunner, Jesus, has entered on our behalf. He has become a high priest forever, in the order of Melchizedek."
In this lesson, which I'm only on day two, she talks about our soul being a room, that without Jesus is dead and lifeless, but with Him, it is alive and life-giving. Day two's lesson asked "What difference does Jesus make in your soul with His presence?" My answer is "Brings in the light, fresh air. Mold can't grow in His presence (the previous day asked what our soul is like without Jesus, to which I replied black moldy, with isolating darkness spreading the mold). A newness, cleansing. A willingness to keep going, press on. A hope. An anchor. Restoration."
Which brings me back to the title and the verse...an anchor, our anchor.
Making soul decisions without letting Jesus be in the center does lead us to death and lifelessness. And as I'm sure we all have, some decisions I made were soul affecting decisions, without Christ. Along this journey I keep saying I'm asking God and the Holy Spirit to lead me ONE step at a time. I know I can't handle more than one at a time. Some of the steps have been small and easy, and some hard, difficult and takes me a while to take it. Back in September I felt the nudging of the Holy Spirit telling me I needed to make some things right with my husband. I didn't know how to even take that step, but haltingly and stumbling I attempted. And it turned out horribly. He asked me to give him some space and leave the house. I was too numb to think and did leave that night. But my emotions were in such a turmoil in the next couple of days that all I could think is I can't handle this, RUN. So run I did. Hopped in my car, gassed up and just headed out. Made it only as far as Pensacola. And there ended up on the pier. Caught up in a storm, and knowing it was of my own making, made it even worse. There was no one else to blame, no one else at fault. Just me and my choices. I spent a couple of hours leaning over the railing, looking in to the water, watching the waves dash onto the pilings. And wondering what was next. Eventually I needed something to drink and went back into the store on the pier and a bracelet caught my attention. It was leather with a pendant, and carved into the pendant was an anchor. I immediately thought of the memory verse for this week, "We have this hope as an anchor for the soul, firm and secure." I bought it, put it on and went back out to the end of the pier. I stayed out there all day, watched the sun set and as the waves of self doubt, and despair would roll over me, I kept looking at the anchor. Putting my trust in God. Knowing that while I caused the storm, I was also following His promptings in trying to make it right. And that no matter what happened, I had hope, an anchor, if not for my how I may want my life to play out, at least for my soul. Even after leaving the pier I wondered around quite a bit that night, being blown all about in the storm of my own making. Barely able to think or function clearly, yet all the while hanging on to the promise of the anchor. At one point I remember not being able to think or say anything but mumble over and over, "its ok, I have an anchor, its ok, I have an anchor." And God, in His loving kindness, sent me some people via text messages helping to be that anchor that night and for my ship to safely get home.
That particular storm has passed, and as in many storms, we (my husband and I) are both closer and stronger from having survived it.
But this is life, and storms continue to come. Some large, some small. From December 30-January 6 my daughter was battling some mental storms for her own life and was away from us in a safe place that was her anchor for that week. Right on the heels of that I got very sick on January 7, then spent January 8-17 (today) pretty much in bed, unable to do much of anything else. But again, I HAVE this HOPE, this ANCHOR, for my soul. And it is FIRM and SECURE, despite the size of the storms. God taught me so much this past week of not being able to do anything on my own. I learned to be still, I learned to listen, I learned I can't fix everything (I have to learn this lesson a lot unfortunately as I tend to keep forgetting it).
The day I was to get her from the facility was one of the "visualization" days in the study. I had to get her alone, and I frankly was full of anxiety at doing so. Lots of triggers for me in that process. And in that "Chosen" lesson Jesus came to me (I didn't go to Him in my vision, as I felt unimportant, my problem wasn't big enough, he was too busy, others needed him more) but He came to ME. And told me I wouldn't be making that long drive alone. He would be with me. He would be my anchor. At one point while picking her up, I was in a locked tiny room alone, with just one window, covered in bars. A waiting room of sorts. And as the anxiety started rolling over me, I heard Him. "I'm still here with you, higher than the highest mountain, deeper than the deepest sea. There is no where you can go, that I can't be with you." With that I felt His peace, stilling the waves of anxiety that threatened to overtake me. What is cool is that the next day a friend, not knowing all those details, gave me a poster painting of Jesus on a ship calming the storm.
This past week the "visualization" day of the study I was still home in bed, sick. The topic was "Busy In a Tree" and about rest. I was fretting over not being able to do anything and missing so much work. Again, in my vision, I turned and there was Jesus, in jeans and barefoot, sitting cross legged on my bed. He told me he knew I was hurting and sick, and as he said this, he turned ever so slightly, just enough for me to see the scars on His back from being whipped. He told me that it is by His stripes I'm healed, not by my frantic efforts to "fix" things or speed up healing. And the devotional speaker had referred to "racing thoughts" and pent up energy. Jesus reminded me that us humans all tend to have that same tendency, and that He created me as I am. Not to have labels, but to take those racing thoughts when they come and bring them to Him. To cast my cares on Him. That peace doesn't come from pills, serenity doesn't come from syringes and anxiety isn't drowned in alcohol. That He is my cure. The only One that can truly make me whole. And to take the rest of the time I was sick to rest, strengthen and grow.
As I mentioned earlier, part of that resting included listening. Some of that was listening to my daughter. Not talking AT her, or even to her. But listening, not just to her words, but to her heart, as she opened up and shared with me. She and I cried with each other, for each other, held each other and bonded in a way we haven't in a very long time.
So I continue on this journey, step by step, through the calm and through the storms. Knowing that whatever comes my way, that my soul will be firm and secure, as long as I keep my hope in Him as my anchor.
The lesson this week is called Soul Room and the memory verse is Hebrews 6:19-20 "We have this hope as an anchor for the soul, firm and secure. It enters the inner sanctuary behind the curtain, where our forerunner, Jesus, has entered on our behalf. He has become a high priest forever, in the order of Melchizedek."
In this lesson, which I'm only on day two, she talks about our soul being a room, that without Jesus is dead and lifeless, but with Him, it is alive and life-giving. Day two's lesson asked "What difference does Jesus make in your soul with His presence?" My answer is "Brings in the light, fresh air. Mold can't grow in His presence (the previous day asked what our soul is like without Jesus, to which I replied black moldy, with isolating darkness spreading the mold). A newness, cleansing. A willingness to keep going, press on. A hope. An anchor. Restoration."
Which brings me back to the title and the verse...an anchor, our anchor.
Making soul decisions without letting Jesus be in the center does lead us to death and lifelessness. And as I'm sure we all have, some decisions I made were soul affecting decisions, without Christ. Along this journey I keep saying I'm asking God and the Holy Spirit to lead me ONE step at a time. I know I can't handle more than one at a time. Some of the steps have been small and easy, and some hard, difficult and takes me a while to take it. Back in September I felt the nudging of the Holy Spirit telling me I needed to make some things right with my husband. I didn't know how to even take that step, but haltingly and stumbling I attempted. And it turned out horribly. He asked me to give him some space and leave the house. I was too numb to think and did leave that night. But my emotions were in such a turmoil in the next couple of days that all I could think is I can't handle this, RUN. So run I did. Hopped in my car, gassed up and just headed out. Made it only as far as Pensacola. And there ended up on the pier. Caught up in a storm, and knowing it was of my own making, made it even worse. There was no one else to blame, no one else at fault. Just me and my choices. I spent a couple of hours leaning over the railing, looking in to the water, watching the waves dash onto the pilings. And wondering what was next. Eventually I needed something to drink and went back into the store on the pier and a bracelet caught my attention. It was leather with a pendant, and carved into the pendant was an anchor. I immediately thought of the memory verse for this week, "We have this hope as an anchor for the soul, firm and secure." I bought it, put it on and went back out to the end of the pier. I stayed out there all day, watched the sun set and as the waves of self doubt, and despair would roll over me, I kept looking at the anchor. Putting my trust in God. Knowing that while I caused the storm, I was also following His promptings in trying to make it right. And that no matter what happened, I had hope, an anchor, if not for my how I may want my life to play out, at least for my soul. Even after leaving the pier I wondered around quite a bit that night, being blown all about in the storm of my own making. Barely able to think or function clearly, yet all the while hanging on to the promise of the anchor. At one point I remember not being able to think or say anything but mumble over and over, "its ok, I have an anchor, its ok, I have an anchor." And God, in His loving kindness, sent me some people via text messages helping to be that anchor that night and for my ship to safely get home.
That particular storm has passed, and as in many storms, we (my husband and I) are both closer and stronger from having survived it.
But this is life, and storms continue to come. Some large, some small. From December 30-January 6 my daughter was battling some mental storms for her own life and was away from us in a safe place that was her anchor for that week. Right on the heels of that I got very sick on January 7, then spent January 8-17 (today) pretty much in bed, unable to do much of anything else. But again, I HAVE this HOPE, this ANCHOR, for my soul. And it is FIRM and SECURE, despite the size of the storms. God taught me so much this past week of not being able to do anything on my own. I learned to be still, I learned to listen, I learned I can't fix everything (I have to learn this lesson a lot unfortunately as I tend to keep forgetting it).
The day I was to get her from the facility was one of the "visualization" days in the study. I had to get her alone, and I frankly was full of anxiety at doing so. Lots of triggers for me in that process. And in that "Chosen" lesson Jesus came to me (I didn't go to Him in my vision, as I felt unimportant, my problem wasn't big enough, he was too busy, others needed him more) but He came to ME. And told me I wouldn't be making that long drive alone. He would be with me. He would be my anchor. At one point while picking her up, I was in a locked tiny room alone, with just one window, covered in bars. A waiting room of sorts. And as the anxiety started rolling over me, I heard Him. "I'm still here with you, higher than the highest mountain, deeper than the deepest sea. There is no where you can go, that I can't be with you." With that I felt His peace, stilling the waves of anxiety that threatened to overtake me. What is cool is that the next day a friend, not knowing all those details, gave me a poster painting of Jesus on a ship calming the storm.
This past week the "visualization" day of the study I was still home in bed, sick. The topic was "Busy In a Tree" and about rest. I was fretting over not being able to do anything and missing so much work. Again, in my vision, I turned and there was Jesus, in jeans and barefoot, sitting cross legged on my bed. He told me he knew I was hurting and sick, and as he said this, he turned ever so slightly, just enough for me to see the scars on His back from being whipped. He told me that it is by His stripes I'm healed, not by my frantic efforts to "fix" things or speed up healing. And the devotional speaker had referred to "racing thoughts" and pent up energy. Jesus reminded me that us humans all tend to have that same tendency, and that He created me as I am. Not to have labels, but to take those racing thoughts when they come and bring them to Him. To cast my cares on Him. That peace doesn't come from pills, serenity doesn't come from syringes and anxiety isn't drowned in alcohol. That He is my cure. The only One that can truly make me whole. And to take the rest of the time I was sick to rest, strengthen and grow.
As I mentioned earlier, part of that resting included listening. Some of that was listening to my daughter. Not talking AT her, or even to her. But listening, not just to her words, but to her heart, as she opened up and shared with me. She and I cried with each other, for each other, held each other and bonded in a way we haven't in a very long time.
So I continue on this journey, step by step, through the calm and through the storms. Knowing that whatever comes my way, that my soul will be firm and secure, as long as I keep my hope in Him as my anchor.
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