In the race of life, it doesn’t matter whether we hold first place for nine-tenths of the race. We have to finish.

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Run Well

Not that I have already attained, or am already perfected; but I press on, that I may lay hold of that for which Christ Jesus has also laid hold of me.

—Philippians 3:12

I subscribe to Greg Laurie’s Daily Devotionals. Waking up to a bible verse and a wonderful commentary that helps you apply it to your life is a great way to start your day. I haven’t had much time to write recently, and considering the theme of my blogs, I thought this was the perfect devotional to share

On more than one occasion, the Bible compares the Christian life to running a race. The apostle Paul wrote in Philippians 3:13–14, “Brethren, I do not count myself to have apprehended; but one thing I do, forgetting those things which are behind and reaching forward to those things which are ahead, I press toward the goal for the prize of the upward call of God in Christ Jesus.”

In the race of life, it doesn’t matter whether we hold first place for nine-tenths of the race. We have to finish. Sometimes in the Christian life, people leave the starting blocks with a bang, with a lot of passion and zeal. Then they lose their speed and energy, and the next thing you know, they have effectively crashed and burned. We have to pace ourselves in the race of life.

You may be just starting the race of life, you may be at the midway point, or you may be in your last laps. We naturally assume that at a young age, we have just started the race, and when we have lived a long time, we are finishing it. But we don’t know when our lives will end. We don’t know when our race will be over. This is why we always want to run well.

Describe the Pain

I had to share . . . . this is exactly what it’s like living with Lyme.

Sick and Sick of It

You ask me how it feels.

How it feels?

Describe the pain.

The pain?

That I can’t.

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It is a thin, gray substance that coats my entire body. It is elastic – it clings to every fold, crevice, dip and bulge. It is a glove, not a mitten, covering each of my fingers individually. It is a film around my eyeballs. It’s a thick platform beneath the soles of my feet. It is weaved within the hair that I chopped off. It is my outer layer of skin.

It is like a rubber band. If I focus, really hard, I can push it out – away from me – enough to let air in. If I push it really far, it lets hope in. But you must understand what being rubber means: it will always snap back. The minute you forget to focus on the light and hope, it…

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See Lisa run. See Lisa lay.

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This weekend I went jogging. It was a beautiful thing. I actually made it three times around the track in our neighborhood park. In fact, I probably could have done more, but it was starting to get pretty warm and my little running partner was in jeopardy of over-heating. Chihuahua’s are not the best running partners! But they’re ohhh-sooo cute! Especially my Chihuahua/Papillion puppy!

I spent my holiday weekend, doing the usual . . . spending time with family at a bbq, going to church, finishing up school shopping and we topped it off with a long day of lounging by the pool. I wasn’t sure if it was sun exhaustion or what – but I was really tired last night. I also had some bizarre new symptoms – hip pain shooting down my leg – like psyiqtica pain. I was laying on that side for awhile at the pool, while I chatted with a friend . . . but could that seriously cause a new problem? With Lyme – anything is possible (and of course with God too). I tossed and turned all night, due to the pain, but when I woke up it seemed to subside. Thank God for mini victories.

I struggled through my day today and by the time I got home, I collapsed on the couch, where I stayed for the rest of the night. I’m supposed to be coaching cheerleading right now – but  I knew that pushing my limits tonight, would only make tomorrow worse. So, here I lay, updating you all on ‘the week.’ I checked my calendar today and it is literally four weeks from the day that I started to feel crappy. It’s so funny, I have never been one to stick to a schedule, but I guess my body feels differently.

Luckily for me, I have an amazing husband who is once again, picking up my slack and a doctor who will have me feeling great before I know it, I’ll be Run Lisa, Run. But in the meantime, I will enjoy having my kids bring me my favorite snuggly blanket and tuck me in, while I Lay, Lisa Lay.

Psalm 62:5 “Yes, my soul, find rest in God: my hope comes from him.”

 

 

The plan

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We made it. It wasn’t pretty. It wasn’t organized. It wasn’t orderly. And it certainly wasn’t easy, but we did it.

The first day of school provides challenges for all families, no matter what the age or circumstance. However, the first day of school for parents with special needs children can be extremely difficult. As you know, I have four children – two of which are on the Autism Spectrum. Although my boys are highly functioning, changes in routines are always difficult. When I say ‘change of routine’ I’m not just referring to waking up earlier or going to the bus stop instead of the babysitter . . . . I’m talking about every teensie, tiny detail that changes. Things that us crazy non-autistic people don’t think of. Like pants.

Most kids are super excited about the first day of school because it means new clothes, new backpacks, new lunch boxes . . . new is good, right? Not for kids on the spectrum. I thought my battle with the pants ended in the dressing room at the store, however I was sadly mistaken. I had convinced my son that the pants (that he was convinced were WAY too big) would be fine once he had his new school shoes on. He agreed and I thought it was over.

When I came downstairs this morning, I found him completely dressed (which was exciting) but already throwing a fit. The pant legs were covering the shoe laces of his new shoes! I had not anticipated this, therefore I did not have a plan.

I spent several minutes trying to convince him that they were the perfect fit and even offered to let him wear shorts if it bothered him that much. Nope. Not an option. The plan was to wear this outfit and we do not deviate from the plan.

I rolled up the pant legs. Not good enough. He suggested we cut the brand new pants. Not an option. Then it dawned on me…. Dr. Google! I grabbed the laptop and googled PROPER PANT LENGTH images. His response: You can’t always believe what you read on the internet. Seriously. Now you’re going to use that on me?

I showed him tons of pictures of people wearing pants that covered their shoe laces. His response: These are men, not kids. So, we google KIDS pant length. Guess what pops up? Stupid skinny jeans that come to the ankle! Come on – you’re killing me! I quickly exit out of the screen and search for bootleg cut jeans on kids. Finally – some kids wearing jeans that covered their shoe laces. It’s now 7:35 am, he hasn’t eaten breakfast, brushed his hair or brushed his teeth and we have to leave at 7:45 am. Not to mention there are still three other kids to get ready & out the door.

We eventually piled into the car – ten minutes early to the bus stop. However, the plan was to be at the bus stop fifteen minutes early. Therefore, because we did not stick to the plan, we missed the bus and had to chase the bus down three stops away.

No matter how much we try to plan, life gets in the way. And with Autism – there’s A LOT of life. And even though my son thinks he’s clothed in jeans that don’t fit . . .

I am clothed with strength and dignity. And I laugh without fear of the future.
Proverbs 31:25

How will you react when your plans of a perfect life come crumbling down? With anger, frustration, fear, resentment? You don’t have to. No one has to. Whether married, single, divorced, widowed – you are not alone. Jesus loves us all. And He is with us every step of the way. So, instead of freaking out during your next battle, (because it’s probably coming sooner than you think) listen to that soft quite voice. After all – it’s His plan, isn’t it?