tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536431630100604952024-03-05T10:31:44.433-06:00We are never alone during this journey we call - LifeOne woman's journey to become the woman God wants her to be. Sherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00916285811838792573noreply@blogger.comBlogger261125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-653643163010060495.post-91362432946063668842020-01-19T20:57:00.000-06:002020-01-19T20:58:44.812-06:00Fresh Start<div style="color: black; font-family: "times new roman"; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">I too was a part of that rat race. I believe in giving my employer 110% , if not more and found myself working 45-60 hours a week (if not more). I found myself going in at 7:00 am, getting off at anywhere from 5:00-7:00, going home, eating dinner and then firing up the computer to work a few more hours. I didn't mind because I loved my job. During that time however, after a while I noticed I was putting on more weight, my knees hurt to go up the stairs so I started using the elevator and now my back is just weak enough I have problems just going to the store. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">Out of no choice of my own, I was been pulled out of the rat race I was running. I found myself in sort of a depression and I'm having trouble getting myself going. Pretty much all I wanted to do is watch Netflix/Hulu or play games on my phone. God has given me a wonderful opportunity to slow down and take care of myself, but I seem to lack the energy. The soul is willing - the flesh is week. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">I don't want it to be that way, it's time I pull my big girl panties up, stop looking back and go forward with the love of Christ in my heart and prepare myself for whatever wonderful things God has in store for me. For me, it's a season of rest and getting my act together. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">I wrote this back in September of 2019 after I lost my job. A lot has happened since then and yes, I am back to work. God has shown me I need to take this fresh start and run with it, and that I will. </span></div>
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Sherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00916285811838792573noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-653643163010060495.post-59943267092036776812010-11-18T01:00:00.001-06:002010-11-18T01:00:06.519-06:00The Power Of Temptation<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIGXHBbm3erDHBlvyiSVbMWCjOWszTdMee5KnGYM2na3QwtPPbemadDBPN0spgwuaSIL6KWQR4krGYtBE36vtQTWU8Tr5Q1rWHuJ9gHWZ78O4KWlBQLG9L_We4NA1sshSTyrmnE7J2TKnH/s1600/apple.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="157" px="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIGXHBbm3erDHBlvyiSVbMWCjOWszTdMee5KnGYM2na3QwtPPbemadDBPN0spgwuaSIL6KWQR4krGYtBE36vtQTWU8Tr5Q1rWHuJ9gHWZ78O4KWlBQLG9L_We4NA1sshSTyrmnE7J2TKnH/s200/apple.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">It's Wednesday night, 5:00 p.m., bible study starts at 6:30, as you're leaving work you review your mental check list of things that really need to be done - tonight. On your way home you start debating with yourself if you should really take the time to go to bible study. After all, there is laundry to be done, a checkbook to be balanced and a dozen other things waiting for you when you walk into the house. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">You walk into the house and can smell dinner already started. The dogs bark their greetings at you and the cat comes and smells your shoe and runs for the hills. Awww....yes - home. You look at the clock that is now saying you need to leave in 45 minutes. You start hearing that little voice in your head, "why rush with dinner and go back out where it's cold and dark? Stay home in your warm house, enjoy a leisurely dinner with your family and watch Survivor. After all, it's not your fault they moved it to Wednesday nights." <strong>You listen to the voice.</strong></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Our latest sermon series on temptation has really got my attention. Not that I didn't think of temptation before but God has used this time to convict me and to open my eyes to the temptations that I have been given to. I never really thought about there being something much bigger at stake than the temptation it's self. Yeah the big temptations-the big sins, everyone knows that if we are tempted to kill someone and follow through that</span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> yes, there is something much bigger on the other side of that temptation.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">It's those times when we have that brownie when no ones looking, swipe that piece of plastic (our spouse will never know-right), or decide to stay home from the bible study or small group you've committed too. There are countless temptations facing us everyday. Some are easier than others to resist - some have such a pull on us that alone we can't pull away from it.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I'm not ready for this series to be over. I feel like I still very much in the middle of it and I have so much to learn. But I am thankful that God used this series to get my attention. To remind me that giving into a temptation will affect my faith, my family, and my future and possibly a future that may not even by my own but effects someone else. </span><br />
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</span>Sherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00916285811838792573noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-653643163010060495.post-86471677443608068852010-11-17T06:00:00.002-06:002010-11-17T06:00:09.571-06:00It can be done....<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana;">You can get a sleeping <strike>dog</strike> woman up at 5:00 am to go to the gym. </span></div><br />
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<ul><li><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Plugged my dead ipod into my computer to charge over night.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">One of my furfriends unplugged the cord from my computer, battery died over night.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Dead computer = dead ipod in the morning - crud.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Received text from <b><i>Big K</i></b> - she's not going this morning, she's the one that wanted this.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b><i>Little K's</i></b> car is behind mine.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Frost on <b><i>Little K's</i></b> car that is behind me.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Go back into the house and get keys to move said car with frost on windows trying to avoid trash that is waiting for pick up at end of the drive way.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Verdana;">Park <b><i>Little K's</i></b> car at an angel due to frost still on windows that I haven't taken the time to scrape - and avoiding garbage can at the end of the drive.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Verdana;">Procede to adjust <b><i>Little K's</i></b> car 3 more time to get it over far enough and straight enough so I can back my car out.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Verdana;">Get in car to leave, look over, left <b><i>Little K's</i></b> lights still on. Go back into the house, get her keys, shut off light, put keys back into house.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Verdana;">One my way, almost turn onto the interstate going the wrong direction.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Verdana;">Get to the gym, I seem to have great difficulty making up my mind where I'm going to park....just park already Sheryl.</span></li>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">You know, sometimes you have to wonder if it's even worth it. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Yeah, it's worth it. I'm not real social that early in the morning but I didn't mind listening to the music from the class in the next room and just peddling a</span><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">way for the next 30 minutes.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I yawned on the way home and thought to myself, "I must be the only one that yawns after a work out." Thought exercising gave you more energy? It does, I just didn't wait long enough. I can't describe how much better I have felt today, not only physcially but mentally. I've been very productive and sometimes that's hard when you are the only one in the office.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Thankfully early morning swim practice starts this week and I won't have to fight for the shower when I get home.</span>Sherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00916285811838792573noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-653643163010060495.post-65724711219968049092010-11-16T07:32:00.001-06:002010-11-16T16:01:32.187-06:00True Confession - Here's to a my health!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfaP2lP0XNxJh3ksAl715gTvotzr4GCk8KXapsCuBLRM93yLVrD9SLROhSKoanoCKSIBMAX1CmmzXwUJcjWkDe8dGbLKCN36t5cB-GFU_rvizfpti4yGX-ERkRCtQeLPSJ9u_eTeob7mGc/s1600/IMG00023-20101113-0949.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfaP2lP0XNxJh3ksAl715gTvotzr4GCk8KXapsCuBLRM93yLVrD9SLROhSKoanoCKSIBMAX1CmmzXwUJcjWkDe8dGbLKCN36t5cB-GFU_rvizfpti4yGX-ERkRCtQeLPSJ9u_eTeob7mGc/s320/IMG00023-20101113-0949.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">For me weight and staying physically fit has been a life long battle - I lose, I gain, I lose, I gain. I got a wild hair last Saturday to go to the gym. I rode the bike for 30 minutes. It has been a few weeks since my shadow darkened their door step so for me - this was big. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Then with out giving it much thought at all, I did something totally <b>crazy</b>. I talked to one of the trainers about what I need to do to get back on track. I even set up an appointment to talk to the naturalist and to set up an exercise program. During this conversation he really didn't tell me anything I didn't already know, but he did confirm what others (my family) have been trying to get me to do. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><i><b>Big K</b> </i>has been trying to get me to the gym in the morning before work. I'm thinking she nuts! I'm not breathing much before the alarm goes off at 6:00 let alone have my tush at the gym earlier then that. Bless her heart but after some of the conversations we've had about it she finally quit bringing it up. She knows I should do it, I know I should do it, but geeez 5:15 in the morning????</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Then during my meeting with the trainer he mentioned that the most successful people at weight loss and fitness start their day working out - dig the knife in a little more, I knew that too. Is this the Holy Spirit confirming through him that I need to to this and if I know I should do this why don't I do something about it? </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I made a very scary decision this morning, I'm going to start working out at the gym at 5:30 in the morning. I'm not even breathing at 5:30 in the morning and why have I decided to do this going into the winter months????? </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">God is convicting me, I feel he is telling me that I need to take better care of myself. To take care of the body he blessed me with. I don't have many health issues right now but if I don't take off some weight and get in better physical condition I'm going to have problems in the future. Besides, I want to be one of those Grandmas that take their grand kids places, play with them on the floor, and be very active.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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<li>I want to have control over food instead of food having control of me.</li>
<li>I want more energy and I want the driven person back that I once was.</li>
<li>I want to put my CPAP machine up on the shelf and let it gather dust.</li>
<li>I want to be ready at a moments notice when God calls me to a task - both physically and mentally.</li>
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<div style="text-align: center;">In memory of my dad (Koren war), my father-in-law (WWII), and in honor of my future son-in-law (Marines) I want to <strong>Thank You </strong>and all the men and women who have served and given their lives to keep us safe and to give us our freedom. </div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">Happy Veterans Day.</div>Sherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00916285811838792573noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-653643163010060495.post-50258353683114619722010-10-31T00:01:00.003-05:002010-10-31T00:01:01.150-05:00Being a Christian is just like a pumpkin!<div style="border: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmBsu6irj_QJ8eeJrz70R9u9VNOhnxLfNSJHwgHRTepuB-bQqtxxhqnNllB49n7530OIeO-dEEl_o-VUkkocMKEkRr8ZLZLTA27SCXT3QJ2SZdGrfNAbOzEWZEipAo4m8hxvJfll_TezpG/s1600/PA260182.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="border: medium none; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"></span></a><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">For some this may be a repeat for others it may be the first time you've heard this story. </span></div><div style="border: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div></span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">First, God picks you from the pumpkin patch and brings you in from the field. The Bible says He selects us out of the world. We are in the world, but no longer of the world.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">He then washes all the “dirt” off the outside that we received from being around all the other pumpkins. All the outside influences of our former life must be cleaned up. Old things are passed away and all things are become new.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Then, He carefully removes all the “yucky stuff” called “sin” out from the inside. Sin will not have such internal power. He then changes us from the inside out by the Power of His Word. That’s why it is important to go the church and learn about God’s Word.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">He carefully removes all those seeds of doubt, hate, greed, and fear. He replaces them with the seeds of faith, hope and love. After Jesus is invited inside, you begin to experience the changing power of God’s love in your life.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Then He carves a new smiling face. Our countenance is changed by the power of His presence in our life. We then become so grateful. It can even show on our face!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">As we light the candle the pumpkin now reflects the light from inside out. So too, when Jesus, who is called the Son of Light, lives inside of us, He shines through our life for all to see. We can let His light reflect through us to reveal His presence. “Let your light so shine before men that they may be able to see your good works and glorify your Father, who is in heaven.”</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">So you see, we Christians are really like this pumpkin! We will never be the same with Jesus inside of us. </span>Sherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00916285811838792573noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-653643163010060495.post-57315792965002664762010-10-28T12:56:00.002-05:002010-10-28T16:05:13.886-05:00Making Memories<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">It seems like after this school year life as I know it will change. <b><i>Big K</i></b> is getting married on New Years Day and <b><i>Little K</i></b> will graduate from high school at the end of May. Even our exchange student <b><i>L</i></b> will be going back to Germany in June. I'm going to go from three kids in the house down to 1 during the first week and June and then 0 in August. </span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Please watch the video and keep this little boy (11 months old) and his family in your prayers. Please pray that no phyical, emotional, or spirtual scars will be left behind. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">This child is B's aunt's great-grandson.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">If possible, could you spread the news of this prayer request on your blog, the family would really appreciate it. </span><br />
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<a href="http://www.ketv.com/news/25391866/detail.html"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Family Dog Attacks Infant In Bed - Omaha News Story - <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">KETV</span> Omaha</span></a><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Is anyone of you in trouble? He should pray. Is any one happy? Let him sing songs of praise.</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>James 5:13</em></strong></span></div><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Even if we don't see the good in it, God will work it for our good. It's like when a person blows up one of those long balloons and twist and bends, turns, squeezes and ends up with an animal. Lie your balloon at God's feet, He will fight the battle and can turn it into something good.</span></div>Sherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00916285811838792573noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-653643163010060495.post-16775200895792020382010-09-30T16:04:00.001-05:002010-09-30T16:06:06.830-05:00The One and Only<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK57CHK5DlKGkE5tiL8mWzHZj-JqJntTYdC_PUx-BO_p7ZPqbxFPZ6UlRsezt3ZZ5G9ExwguyiflA-Fb8QpECFyzKhaYNYCXd5bfcGgOQHYMME7TI50vzpNa__HUtCTPB6_HD-L6QkNdi_/s1600/The+One+and+Only'.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" px="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK57CHK5DlKGkE5tiL8mWzHZj-JqJntTYdC_PUx-BO_p7ZPqbxFPZ6UlRsezt3ZZ5G9ExwguyiflA-Fb8QpECFyzKhaYNYCXd5bfcGgOQHYMME7TI50vzpNa__HUtCTPB6_HD-L6QkNdi_/s200/The+One+and+Only'.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I started a new Beth Moore Bible study called "Jesus, The One and Only." It's a 10 week study on the life of Jesus.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">A couple of days before the study began my sister challenge me to our own version of the Biggest Loser, this contest will last 10 weeks. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">When I was listening to the introduction to the Bible study I couldn't believe it was 10 weeks, the same 10 weeks as my weight loss challenge with my sis. Is that a coincidence - I'll keep you updated.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">Once I accepted the challenge to lead a small group of women through this study on a weekly basis I started to pray. I prayed that God would move me aside and let the Holy Spirit take over the discussion time. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">The first week came and went for the study, I was able to get my daily reading and mediation in. We didn't break into groups that first week. The second week - not so good. Life got out of control and I didn't even crack the book. By the time we meet again I was so exausted from the work week I couldn't even go. Fast forward to last Tuesday, I so wanted to be the best leader I could be. I wanted to be ready for this lesson, have an outline and know what way to lead this women during the discussion time. Tuesday night was a disaster. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">We already had a stressful week ahead of us. We were having carpet put in L's room and we had to rip out the old carpet and paint before Thursday morning. I set the DVR to record the Biggest Loser and go into my bedroom to study and prepare for my Bible study group that is meeting the next night. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">Big<strong><em> K</em></strong> stopped by the house, she rarely stops by during the week. She was hungry for both food and conversation - and she turned the television on LOUD. After talking to her for a few minutes, I turned back to my studies only to have <strong><em>Little K</em></strong> and <strong><em>L</em></strong> come home from Cheeri-o camp. If I thought <strong><em>Big K</em></strong> was loud - she didn't hold a candle to them. <strong><em>B</em></strong> was in <strong><em>L's</em></strong> room painting, not being a big painting fan you can imagine some of the tension in the house. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">I kept thinking, "I've got to get ready for this bible study" but it wasn't happening. I texted a friend venting about the nights events and how frustrated I was, finally I gave up and closed my Bible and my study book. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">The next morning as I was laying in bed thinking about how unprepared I was and God layed a heavy thought upon my heart. He reminded my that I had been praying for Him to move me aside and let the Holy Spirit lead the discussion and that's what He did. He moved me aside by not letting me prepare as <strong>I</strong> wanted to so that I had to rely on Him. </span><br />
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<div align="center"><span style="font-family: Verdana;"><strong><em>"A fool vents all his feelings but a wise man holds them back."</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Verdana;"><strong><em>Proverbs 29:11</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><br />
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</div><div align="left"><span style="font-family: Verdana;">The Bible study went great last night and I am no longer going to <strong>worry</strong> about being prepared - He already is.</span></div><div align="left"><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I did the <a href="http://www.flylady.com/">Flylady</a> thing and prepared my lunch the night before, grilled chicken breast, a little bit of bbq sauce and cauliflower. Now it's the morning of, I reach in to grab my lunch and it's not there. Now if I didn't have a million containers in the frig that ALL look alike maybe I could find something easier but that's another post. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">As I am opening each and every container (you can see through these container but yet I couldn't seem to figure out what was in them with out lifting the lead. Some I wished I would have left closed - guess I'll be cleaning out the frig this weekend). Anyway, I opened a container that had left over sausage from Saturday's breakfast. Oh the aroma, it smelt soooo good, even cold. I remembered back to Saturday morning when we had them and how good it tasted. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Please don't tell me I'm the only one that goes back in time thinking about the food I love. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">All of a sudden I had the bad Sheryl on one shoulder holding a red pitch fork saying "go on, throw it in the microwave, no ones home, who'll know". On the other shoulder was the good Sheryl dressed in white saying, "don't do it, you don't even know who to count the calories or fat in it." </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I picked up a piece, closed my eyes and stuck it in my mouth. The bad Sheryl was jumping for joy as I was savoring that piece of sausage. The good Sheryl grabbed the container, slammed the lid back on and threw the container back in the frig. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I stood up and what do you think I found starring me in the face, my grilled chicken now sitting on the top shelf, easy to reach. I'm just sure it wasn't there when I started this who temptation thing. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">With one more pound to go before I hit the 20 pounds lost goal, I'm glad I didn't let the bad Sheryl win. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><i>Thank you dear Father, I know when we are faced with temptation you always provide a way out, we just need to look for it. Thank you for helping me to win this particular battle with food. You gave us great food to enjoy not to abuse as I have done. Amen. </i></span><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">O<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">k, it took me 22 weeks but I can finally change the tag on the sidebar to read "15 Pounds Lost". </span></div><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana;">I was really hoping to be at my goal weight for <em>Big K's</em> wedding in May but it was moved up to January 1, 2011. Don't think it's going to happen. What I am trying for is a total lose of 40 pounds by the wedding. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">I consider myself a professional dieter, I know all of the do's and don'ts (or at least I thought I did), I just don't practice what I preach. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">I found this website call <a href="http://www.sparkpeople.com/">SparkPeople</a>, it's sort of like the weight watchers online program but its <strong>FREE</strong>. I have been playing around with it and tracking nutrition and physical activity from time to time. Just can't seem to get myself motavated enough. After all, if I'm tracking what I eat I have two choice, neither of which I'm to fond of:</span><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana;">1. I have to write down every thing I eat, or</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana;">2. I can't eat it.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Now that makes a person start to think before you make that unplanned trip through McDonalds. I'm admit, I'm weak I LOVE their french fries. I'm not sure I want to think :p</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">My sis is doing her second round of "Biggest Loser" at work. She came in 2nd place during the last round losing by a pound I think. She is taking this serious and I am very proud of her. Until....</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">she actually asked me if I wanted to join the challenge between her and me! Now that means I have to get serious - I don't like losing to my little sis. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">I have to admit, it really is scary. I think of all of the negative stuff right away and soon have myself convenced that I will never be able to eat the foods I love ever again. Now we all know that's not true - but our minds can play such tricks on us. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">I've been working out and slowly taking some weight off but now I need to step it up. I have been getting encouragemnt all over, I sure it's God telling me to get up off my fanny and take my health seriously. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">So, I am going to take this seriously. I know I will fall and whine (please bear with me) but I will pick myself up and move on. It won't be easy, not only is there the physical weight to take off but I also have a lot of mental clutter to over come as well. I have to change how I think about food and exercise. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">Won't you join me on this journey to a healthier life?</span><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">My name is Ron. Let me relate how I handled the situation with my wife, Carol Anne. When I retired a few years ago, it became necessary for Carol Anne to get a full-time job, along with her part-time job, both for extra income and for the health benefits that we needed. Shortly after she started working, I noticed she was beginning to show her age.</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">She used to do the dishes as soon as we finished eating. But now it's not unusual for them to sit on the table for several hours after dinner. I do what I can by diplomatically reminding her several times each evening that they won't clean themselves. I know she really appreciates this, as it does seem to motivate her to get them done before she goes to bed.</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"> When doing simple jobs, she seems to think she needs more rest periods. She had to take a break when she was only half-finished mowing the yard. I try not to make a scene. I'm a fair man.. I tell her to fix herself a nice, big, cold glass of freshly squeezed lemonade and just sit for a while. And, as long as she is making one for herself, she may as well make one for me, too. . </div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I know that I probably look like a saint in the way I support Carol Anne. I'm not saying that showing this much patience & consideration is easy. Many men will find it difficult. Some will find it impossible! Nobody knows better than I how frustrating women get as they get older. However, Guys, even if you just use a little more tact and less criticism of your aging wife because of this article, I will consider that writing it was well worthwhile. After all, we are put on this earth to help each other. </div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><i>EDITOR'S NOTE: Ron died suddenly on January 31 of a perforated rectum. The police report says he was found with a Calloway extra-long 50-inch Big Bertha Driver II golf club jammed up his rear end, with barely 5 inches of grip showing, and a sledge hammer laying nearby. His wife Carol Anne was arrested and charged with murder. The all-woman jury took only 10 minutes to find her Not Guilty, accepting her defense that Ron, somehow without looking, accidentally sat down on his golf club.</i></div><br />
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<br />Sherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00916285811838792573noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-653643163010060495.post-54742590082924176702010-08-22T00:00:00.001-05:002010-08-22T00:00:03.428-05:00What's In Your Purse<b>A Penny</b>:<b> </b>a reminder that "In God we trust" -<i><b> Proverbs 3:5</b></i><br />
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I am learning a lot about myself, as much as I want "A place for everything and everything in it's place" I am just not there as often as I would like to be. Maybe I'm just being too hard on myself, maybe I've over committed myself (those of you who know me know that is perfectly out of character...ha ha) maybe I've just turned lazy. What ever the reason I don't like the results. <br />
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By now I'm sure you're asking where all of that junk went, some of it went to the basement simply because I was running out of time and <strike> I didn't know what to do with it</strike> just didn't want' to deal with it; other stuff actually got organized and put where it belonged. I did have to come up with a new office system which included putting my 2-drawer file cabinet and another 3-drawer container to store office supplies in my bedroom closet. I am blessed with a big walk in closest and this arrangement is only temporary. On the <a href="http://www.flylady.com/">Flylady</a> website they talk about and sell <a href="http://flylady.com/pages/FlyShop_OIB.asp">The Office In A Bag</a>, I loved the system and have adapted it to the supplies I had on hand. Now I am using a Trapper Keeper to manage my bills and other papers that need to be kept close. Since I have changed things around I am losing my options for places to stash papers and junk. I guess that means I will have to apply the <b>Do It Now</b> theory.<br />
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<br />Sherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00916285811838792573noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-653643163010060495.post-60033300630691546532010-08-14T21:42:00.003-05:002010-08-14T21:49:17.355-05:00It’s a girl…she arrived at 10:28 a.m.<span xmlns=""></span><br />
<span xmlns=""><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Four weeks ago I received a phone call asking if we would consider hosting an exchange student. I said "sure send the profile", knowing darn well we wouldn't really do anything with it. We looked at the profile, talked about it as a family and prayed. </span></span><br />
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<span xmlns=""><span style="font-size: 12pt;">L is from Muelheim An Der Ruhr, Germany. She flew into New York on Thursday and then caught a 6:00 a.m. flight to Lincoln. We found out later she really hadn't slept all night, since she had to catch a bus at 2:30 a.m. to go to the airport. We're still not sure where she was staying that caused her to leave so early.</span></span><br />
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<span xmlns=""><span style="font-size: 12pt;">We had to make a trip to the store after dinner so L could get an adapter for her computer so she could plug it in. When we came home she went straight to her room and crashed. The poor thing – it was only 4:00 a.m. in Germany, no wonder she was so tired. </span></span><br />
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<span xmlns=""><span style="font-size: 12pt;">So that's a quick recap of L's first day in Lincoln and as a part of our family. She will be staying with us for the upcoming school year. </span></span><br />
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<span xmlns=""></span>Sherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00916285811838792573noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-653643163010060495.post-62350591521578289172010-08-03T08:04:00.001-05:002010-08-03T12:13:02.636-05:00The Results Are In<span xmlns=""></span><br />
<span xmlns=""> <span style="font-size: 12pt;">It has been 10 weeks since I joined <a href="http://fitnesslincoln.com/">Family Life Fitness</a> and started Boot Camp classes and it has been just as much a challenge mentally as it has been physically. When it comes to exercising my body my mind is just as weak. I did the easiest levels for the longest time; I realized I was there physically not mentally. I was there because I need to get in shape, because that's where I thought I should be. If <i>Big K </i>didn't go – I considered it a vacation – she was gone for a week at a time – twice….yeah for me, right?</span></span><br />
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<span xmlns=""><span style="font-size: 12pt;">No, not yeah for me, I was only hurting myself. As time has gone by I am finding I don't mind sweating so much (I've gotten smarter now and bring a small towel with me). I am finding that I am starting to push myself further and enjoying the burn…..what's up with that? I've discovered a class called N-ferno; it's a step aerobics class – I Love It. I'm not very coordinated at it right now but I Love It. </span></span><br />
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<span xmlns=""><span style="font-size: 12pt;">This gym is a fairly new gym. They are remodeling and still working on getting the equipment. Some of the cardio equipment arrived this last weekend. I am so excited to get on the treadmill, elliptical, and start working out more on the weights. Gee maybe I can make this a life style change. </span></span><br />
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<span xmlns=""><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Family Lift Fitness isn't just about exercise they are full circle and also include nutrition classes (personal one-on-one if needed). I wouldn't consider myself real faithful to the work outs in the last 10 weeks even though it definitely more then I would have been doing by oh say 100%, but I have been even worse on the nutrition side. I know what I need and should eat vs. what I need to leave alone but I just don't seem to do it. I love food. I am currently working more on "Eating to Live instead of Living to Eat" vs. strict nutrition guidelines. I'm noticing that as I am working on this philosophy some of my food choices are getting better without much thought from me. </span></span><br />
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<span xmlns=""><span style="font-size: 12pt;">So with a half heartedness attempt at working out and a quarter heartedness (don't know if that's a true term but it is now) attempt at nutrition, the results are in:</span></span><br />
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<span xmlns=""><span style="font-size: 12pt;">-1.0# in body weight</span></span><br />
<span xmlns=""><span style="font-size: 12pt;">-3.4% body fat</span></span><br />
<span xmlns=""><span style="font-size: 12pt;">-1.25" in my arm</span></span><br />
<span xmlns=""><span style="font-size: 12pt;">-3" in my chest</span></span><br />
<span xmlns=""><span style="font-size: 12pt;">-3.5" in my waist</span></span><br />
<span xmlns=""><span style="font-size: 12pt;">-2.5" in my hips</span></span><br />
<span xmlns=""><span style="font-size: 12pt;">-1.25" in my thighs</span></span><br />
<span xmlns=""><span style="font-size: 12pt;">-8.3# total body fat</span></span><br />
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After making the decision to quit drinking diet coke and all other sodas, I have become more aware of articles talking about the negative effects of drinking soda, many of which I hope to to share with you. I believe God is just reassuring me that even though this has been hard, I am making the right choice. </div>
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After reading Leanne's posting on Liquid Clutter, I am prompted to
share something I learned recently. I had pre-op testing last month.
While speaking with a nursing assistant, I was almost entranced
listening to the man. He was so very passionate about nutrition! He
asked if I drank "pop" and I said I did--both regular and diet
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slapped it down in front of me, and said, "Would you ever put NINE of
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I hope you are all having a wonderful weekend. Everyone deserves some time to just play. </div>
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My new job is going great, I am in the process of learning new accounting software (I know - I'm a nerd), and learning a new industry. This job is now taking me out of the office once in a while; I am leaning how to conduct a Lead Paint and Pre-Shipment Inspections for items being shipped over seas. I've learned and lot and have a lot to learn. I am really enjoying the challenge.</div>
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Well, it's official, the date has been set and the church as been reserved - <i>Big K</i> is getting married on January 1, 2011. They were hoping to get married before summer and with him being in the service and family out of state that teaches finding a date was getting hard and they were getting very discouraged. Last weekend we took a family trip to Oceans of Fun (it's a water park) and during one of our conversation with <i>Big K</i> and <i>N</i> we suggestion the Christmas holiday. So here we are - 6 month out, no more time to doddle. I think she's picking out and ordering her dress today.</div>
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I received a call from a friend on Monday, they are hosting a foreign exchange student this year and told me about a girl hadn't been placed yet and time was running out for her. After reading her profile they thought about our family and asked if we would consider it, I said sure, send me the profile. I thought no harm in reading it and chances are it won't go anywhere. Four days later we have prayed-talked-prayed some more-cleaned out our office/stash it all room and have met with the coordinator. Our new addition to the family should arrive the middle of August. I'll share more information as I get it.</div>
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<i>Little K</i> gets her senior pictures taken this week. I can't believe she is going to be a senior and will be graduating. <i>Little K</i> is a senior model this year for <b><a href="http://www.capturedmemoriesbypaula.com/">Captured Memories</a>.</b> Here is one of her model pictures:</div>
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Now with all of that said - maybe I am a little crazy but it sure won't be boring around here for the next 11 months. The question is - once everyone leaves next year what will B & I do with ourselves?</div>
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Have a great weekend.</div>
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I've been MIA for awhile, I would like to apologize for that. I know it's pretty disappointing to take time to visit a blog and the author hasn't updated in quite some time.<br />
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The new job is going pretty good. It's an entirely new venue for me so I have had to work on not getting frustrated with myself for not knowing what I'm doing. <br />
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This last week has been very busy, I worked till 5:00-5:15 every day, had VBS from 6:00-8:30 getting home around 9:00, prepared for a garage sale to be held on Friday and Saturday, and also try to celebrate our 20th wedding anniversary. As you can tell, I've lived through the week to tell about it.<br />
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This week is not as busy but already has given me lots to ponder. While in the shower Monday night I found a lump, it was hard, red, and sore. Logic is telling me that this needs attention but that it's probably nothing to worry about, I'll call the doctor in the morning. My heart however didn't feel the same way, my mother passed away at my age from cancer. Mind you it was lung cancer and she lived a different lifestyle then I do, but the fear still crept in. I don't do my self exams very often, I wasn't doing one Monday night, I think I noticed because it was painful. <br />
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I called the doctor's office Tuesday morning and was blessed with an opening first thing. Come to find out it was an abscessed cyst in the need of draining. After a small procedure in the doctors office (I won't go into details) I walked out with a lighter heart. <br />
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What have I learned: not to take life for granted, don't jump to conclusions (we'll see how long it takes to master that one), perform my monthly self-breast exams, and live each day to the fullest. Life can change in the matter of seconds and we don't always get a second chance.<br />
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When's the last time you did your monthly self-breast exam? Click<span style="color: red; font-size: large;"><b> <a href="http://www.mayoclinic.com/health/breast-exam/MY00743/DSECTION=why-its-done">HERE</a></b></span> to read more about self-breast exams.<br />
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