I only focus on 3 hours at a time. I can be strong for 3 hours. And then I can be strong for another 3 hours. And then little by little, I’ve conquered the whole weekend… and it wasn’t nearly as scary as it looked.
What I learned this week about fear, vulnerability, and how wonderful a small group of grandmas can be…
But today, despite knowing how planking works (and sucks), I thought about it with no hesitation or fear. I thought about it with… dare I say… a little excitement creeping in on the thought.
Sitting in the tattoo parlor with my arm outstretched I realized that the real reason I was getting this tattoo is because of my own stupidity. But not in the sense that the inking of my body was stupid…
My mind was so overwhelmed with that boatload of thoughts and emotions that came with my last day that I didn’t have time to choose what my Lenten “thing” would be this year.
So I guess basically every day I could say I need comfort food. Christina’s basic needs: shelter, water, affection, carbs.
As I shouted aloud, as I literally tried to squeeze out grace in my Bible or as I lifted my hands impossibly high – as I tried to create the perfect recipe for a breakthrough – God was speaking quietly, nearly inaudibly – “Look, I make all things new.”