Year Three, Day 139: Speaking of Trust and Sacrifice

I have been restored! I spent several hours with my daughter, son-in-law, mother and the Baby Burrito yesterday!  

My daughter informed me I am going to have to think of another nickname, because she no longer likes being swaddled like a burrito! She kicks her legs and arms free. She much prefers soft, cuddly pajamas. Come to think of it, so do I!

And she is happiest when she is reclining on her pillow on the lap of her grandma or great grandma on the rocking chair.

I love how she sleeps so contently, with her arms splayed out to the side. Such a sign of trust.

Speaking of trust, my son-in-law was in Portland yesterday, so he called and offered me a ride over to Vancouver.  We had a lovely discussion based on an article he sent me.

We ended up talking about the apostle Paul and his famous "thorn", which I have coincidentally referred to in this  blog. I told my son-in-law that I was squeamish about Christian "fellowship", which fit in with my generalized social anxiety.

I find social gatherings uncomfortable, especially if there is no theme. I enjoy a good bible study, or any class for that matter, where learning is taking place.

I also enjoy a celebration, particularly a birthday party.

But a gathering, just to talk, about whatever, makes me squirm.

After some talk, my son-in-law said, "I don't think fellowship is your thorn. I think it is trust."

Instant goosebumps.  I have a very perceptive son-in-law!

We discussed trust. I do trust God. I pray a lot. Every morning in my prayer journal, as I walk, and at night.  Most days I read my bible.  I reflect. I try to think how Jesus would treat people. And act accordingly.

But my trust issues are concerning other people. That's why I mentioned fellowship.  A church that is heavy on fellowship - you know the kind - nice worship service with a sermon, and music and then the party begins afterwards! With food and laughing and talking. I used to liken it to a bowling league. I desire depth. Reverence. Spirit. Prayer. Growth.

But Jesus did tell us to love our neighbor. It is the greatest commandment, next to loving God with all your heart.

I do love my neighbors. Just don't much enjoy hanging out with them.

Well, except for my family.  Especially my grandbaby.  I could hang out with her all day! Babies to me, are an example of God's amazing power of creation.

While I was in Vancouver, I delivered my spare hoop. It is now happily leaning against their trailer home for my next visit.

My new hoop came in the mail yesterday! I was most excited! I felt confident in my hooping this morning, not afraid it would break.

I trusted in my hoop!

Aha! There is that word trust again! Hmmmm!

After looking at my newest video, I do believe I need to start working on my diet again. Kind of fell off the wagon with birth of Baby Burrito.  I've been good about not eating wheat, or corn. But I have been eating too much sodium, and have let sugar creep back in. Most poofy am I!

However, I was pleased that when I stepped on the scale, I am still at 180.  My lowest was 178 a few weeks ago. But two pounds is not too big a price to pay for all my food enjoyment with family!

So, it's back to lots of fresh veggies, fruits, a bit of lean protein and GOODBYE SUGAR!

I am a big believer in making goals. And then reassessing. I am hereby reassessing!

My new weight loss goal is 175 by Christmas.

I am a big believer in goals. And I am living proof that one can improve if you consistently put forth the effort. Daily!

The hoop is my life preserver. And my daily walks. But I'd like to find time to get back to the gym.

Have a grandbaby to keep up with!

And on that note, I wish you a happy Thursday, full of kindness and smiles!


Talk to you tomorrow.


Love,

Zita