SlayingDragons

I've enjoyed the past couple months of summer with my girls.  

Pool, dance, summer adventures, and slumber parties! 

One of the biggest commitments I made going into this year was to keep my family top priority in this journey to getting my health back.

I didn't want to become a slave to this journey.  My goal from the beginning has been to balance my healthy lifestyle with being a mom, wife, and caregiver.  I had learned that lesson in the past, and I didn't intend on repeating it.  

.Let me explain.

The moment an hour at the gym no longer "feels" like enough and the idea of two hours seems to take priority over being  home with my family, my intentions are no longer innocent.  My mindset has then shifted and what is meant to be "good" for me in reasonable doses has now become an obsession.  That is something I struggled with in the past, and ultimately faced much regret for it in the long-run.  I feel like the Lord has helped me to discern my limits, in regards to fitness.  Moderation is of course my intention, and it is important to me to keep that in .perspective.

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I can't help but to reflect and think of all the progress and changes that have happened in such a short time.   I am still so completely grateful for an opportunity to really focus on my overall health.

I like to think of it as a second chance...(well maybe second or third), an opportunity for a clear slate, a do-over.  I also can't help but mention how much this very well mirrors my own walk with Christ, what a testament of God's unfailing love, mercy, and GRACE. 

...To be honest...

By the time January 2017 had rolled around I didn't recognize myself, I didn't feel like myself.

It was like I was wearing a costume; a heavy....depressed, lost, insecure costume that was making it hard to breathe and hard to smile and hard to see me, for me.

I'm not sure what exactly got me there.

I do know the enemy sure liked keeping me there, in a given-up-worn-out-state.

It took me looking past what I thought I saw to remembering who I know I am...my true identity, to pick myself up, heavy baggage and all, and move.  One foot in front of the other.  

The enemy wanted me to wallow in defeat.  To accept defeat.

However, I was done with that lie, over it.

I know we all get bogged down, in a heavy state, with the ins and outs of life.

We all have our vice, our way of coping and pushing forward.

Not always are those strategies in need of repair, but I can bet we all need to be reminded here and there who we are.

I will boldly admit, I'm not doing this on my own.

I have been carried by Him, the one who has strengthened me.

Fully alive and on the path to healing and wholeness.

Of course my story isn't close to being done.

I'm still unfinished...

Suited in the full armor of God..

#slayingdragons

This is my story.

Sometimes we feel like we must be the only one who could possibly be this broken, feel this or ...think that....

.Wrong.

I will continue to be open, sharing and hopefully encouraging you to fight for your identity and passion.  Whatever it might be.

Stand up.  Move.  Fight.

.slaydragons.