Showing posts with label Spiritual Health. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Spiritual Health. Show all posts

Tuesday, August 13, 2019

100 Days of Summer 55 - 73/100

08.13.19.  Some look forward to summer as a break from the norm adding vacations and extra outdoor dinners and quick weekend excursions. Some take a laid back approach to summer opting for more relaxed time to pursue the latest read or binge-watch a series on Netflix.

Our summer schedule has included all the above and, then some.

This year we launched a non-profit while continuing to press forward with the ministry. My weeks are full leading fitness classes and preparing for fitness classes. Together, Terry and I try to find opportunities to open our home and gather around our table. We live an abundant life full of God's blessing. We don't live large, but our hearts our large to live out the blessings and to make His name known. We pray for miracles. We see miracles. We encourage and receive encouragement. 

Encouragement. The bible speaks of just-right words being spoken at the just-right
time as a beautiful piece of museum worthy art, fine jewelry and a welcome change of weather. (Read Psalm 25:11-13.) This reflects how my spirit has received the 73 devotionals in the EMBRACED book, this summer. 

Each day, Lysa TerKeurst sets a table with nourishment welcoming me to slow down, sit and open my spirit to God's encouragement and, sometimes, rebuke. His rebuke is gentle, because it is savored with love. As I take it in, I'm both corrected and cherished knowing He won't abandon nor punish me with sullenness.

So, as a catch-up of exhortation, I offer standout Lysa-statements from my past very-busy-non-blogging days:


[God] can handle your honesty. 
Disappointment only stings as long as I let it. 
We must process our hurts through the filter of God's love, not through the tangled places of our hearts. 
Grace given when it feels least deserved is the only antidote for bitterness.
Healed people, heal people. 
In this set-apart place, God will give you much-needed special wisdom for the assignment ahead.
The voices of shame and rejection can come at you, but they don't have to reside in you. 
A depleted girl can quickly become a defeated girl when she lets emotions dictate her reactions.
Live from the abundant place, where you are loved and you won't find yourself begging others for scraps of love.
Are you doing this because you are loved or so that you'll be loved?
Proximity and activity don't always equal connectivity.
Do I walk into situations prepared with the fullness of God in me, free to look for ways to bless others?
If we give [a short-term setback] the power to refine [and not define] us, the hurt will give way to healing.
Isn't it comforting to know God isn't ever broken? He isn't ever caught off guard, taken by surprise or shocked by what happens next.
To dwell on hard things keeps us in hard spots and only serves to depend our feelings of emotional emptiness.
Wisdom will help us not repeat the mistakes we've made but rather grow stronger through them.
Our souls were formed to recognize and respond to the calm assurance of Jesus and truth.

Now, after that meal I can recline, pat my tummy and declare myself, "Full to the brim!" Until, tomorrow.

Saturday, June 1, 2019

100 Days of Summer

06.01.19  My hubby, Terry, is out the door bound for deep in the soul of Georgia to minister. My momma is resting. It is quiet in the house and I gather the tools.

Recently added fitness classes and longer runs have tightened my calves, as well as one of my hips. The tools gathered for this work are for the softening of the fascia which is the connective tissue that encase muscle fibers and muscles: A stability ball and foam rollers of various strengths. I have a love-hate relationship with this equipment in that for them to do their job, I must use these tools to self-inflict pain to bring about a softening; thus, a relief to the muscle itself and the connected areas.

There is another part of me in desperate need of work. 

Sometime in the middle of the previous months, I felt a niggle in my spirit to come closer for there is work to be done. The deep, necessary work of the Spirit working on my spirit making it into what is useful and beautiful to Him. 

With worship music playing, I reach for the tools for spiritual work; my She Reads Truth Bible I received at Christmas from my children and the book, Embraced: 100 Devotions to Know God is Holding You Close, I purchased during a women's conference where best-selling author, Lysa TerKeurst, was a guest speaker.

I am setting aside, not only this moment for the work, but the next 100 days of summer for the reworking of my body, mind and spirit and, as if this wasn't challenge enough, I'm pairing it -at least, part if it- with a fast. This is Day 1.

In Lysa's Day 1 devo, she prays through some verses in Psalms, like the one in chapter 84 that reminds us the place where God dwells is lovely. Instantly the words pop into my head, "I am God's dwelling place; therefore I am lovely." What girl doesn't want to be known as lovely? I believe I'll tuck that knowledge into my spirit for the beginning of this work of spirit-softening. That was an easy first-day sesh of spiritual work!

Then, for some reason, when I read "I want it to be evident that I'm a girl who spends time with Jesus and that He's working on me," a pained whimper escapes my throat. Uh-oh. This must be where the Spirit begins His tooling to break down that spiritual fascia which has hardened.

Why is my spirit hard? Much like our physical muscles, the spirit muscle can be made stiff by injury or inactivity. This requires God's Spirit to use His tools to soften, break-up and release. His tools are not meant to harm us, but they feel sharp when applied. That sharp pain is to bring us into good health and movement. Hebrews 4:12 comes to mind, "For the Word of God is alive and powerful. It is sharper than the sharpest two-edged sword cutting between soul and spirit, joint and marrow. It exposes our innermost thoughts and desires."


That whimper must have been at the moment when the sharp tool made its separating cut to exposing my real issue.

Most anyone who has had a massage walks in, disrobes and exposes the area she thinks is the culprit. However, the massage therapist works with skilled hands and, sometimes using tools, for a myofascial release on another area which brings healing to multiple connected areas. 

The next hour is spent softening both my spirit and my body. Actually, I know this softening will take longer than just one session. In fact, I already know God plans to sharpen me in this same process. But, that is for another day.

Would you join me on this #100DaysOfSummer where we'll expose our spirits to the Spirit of God and invite Him to do the hard work of making us soft?

Thursday, July 6, 2017

Meditate

Meditate.

If this word has you wigged-out because of associating it with a weird, mambo jambo of emptying the mind while listening to a zithy sitar and tabla drums, rethink the word. 

How about we look at it as thinking?

One of the first Bible verses I memorized as a child was during a summer VBS (Vacation Bible School) at my home church in Louisiana:
"...his [or her] delight is in the law [precepts, command, directives] of the Lord; and in that law doeth he [or she] meditate day and night" Psalm 1:2 (KJV). (emphasis mine)

Of course, it was in the King James Version! It would not be until several years, later, when I would be introduced to the American Standard Version (ASV) and the New Living Translation (NLT) and actually understand what I was reading.

In the above scripture, the psalmist understood the value of meditation. There are many references in the Bible to meditating. In each passage, the person was engaged in study or intentional thought instead of the ever-increasing mainstream practice of a transcendent disengagement whereby the practitioner hopes to move into a place of nirvana.

The following represents my opinion and experience of two types of meditation:

ACTIVE MEDITATION is "devoted thinking" in which the person is consciously engaged in reflective thought offering words of praise and thanksgiving. Active meditation might include a prayer list or deep study.

I recall a few years back of actively meditating in a word study in an Old Testament passage to better understand current news. The study within cultural context brought clarity and perspective.

Not to be confused as the opposite of Active Meditation, INTENTIONAL STILLNESS is simply a different conscious engagement. For me, this time is best described as being still and quietly adoring the Lord. In devoted awareness, I listen for His voice. I have my journal handy to jot down thoughts, words and doodlings with arrows and dialog bubbles and diagrams back to correlating thoughts. Sometimes, this meditation is more difficult to concentrate when I have a To Do list that keeps interrupting. When this happens, I actively order my thoughts back to the present by reading a Psalm or listening to worship music until my restless --and caffeinated-- brain focuses.

In both types of meditation, I am consciously engaged. My mind is full, but with different purpose. Peace isn't something hoped to move into, it is a result of spending personal time or meditation with the Lord. Just like a lingering fragrance, His peace prevails even in times of chaos and stills my mind even when I cannot immediately withdraw to aloneness with Him.

Limit your distractions. You know the best time to pull or push back to create a sacred boundary for precious time. Would you be willing to get up earlier in the morning to meditate? Turn off technology. Sure, you could let your thumbs swiftly type out prayers on your cellphone, but would the pop-up notifications break into the holiness of the moment?

Shame and guilt should be banished from this sacred space. The fact you want to spend time with God should not compete with feelings of inadequacy. Young moms and caregivers to ailing parents are in a season when meditation comes in snatches of time between naps and feedings and schedule demands. 

I remember the early years of being a new mommy, when folding warm, fuzzy towels fresh from the dryer was an active time for my mind to breathe prayers or reflect on His goodness. Spiritual and emotional strength would infuse my weariness in the minutes it took to empty the basket, fold and stack the laundry. God knows the heart. Posture of the soul matters so much more than the posture of the body. He honors those who seek Him in humility and in confidence.
"God's there, listening for all who pray, for all who pray and mean it" (Psalm 145:18, The Message).

Imagine the creativity and productivity flooding from a relaxed body. Imagine resolve emboldened by confidence from our Creator. Imagine meditation so sweet the effect is noticed by others throughout the day. Imagine this being you.

Right now, while this is fresh, set a time to meditate. I would love to hear back from you.

--"Sam"

Thursday, January 19, 2017

Soul Feed

Weigh her soul.


Under nourished. 


What does she want?


She wants the burden lifted. She wants flight. 


Binging on empty calories from hours of social media and bubblegum books have left her sluggish. Not all, but some songs are sprinkled with sour lyrics and saucy themes. With too much salt, those seemingly tasty television series do little, but increase her thirst for that something she cannot quite figure out. Movies! Now, that's the dish to order! She's hungry and takes two...no, three slices with extra cheese!

Her insides want to escape the current mood which has attached itself from too much bad news and sad tales and of worldwide need. But, what does she need?

She needs to feast on the good and the whole and the sustaining. But, this soul is too weak, too numb, too groggy from the recent greasy, carb-load and, finally, succumbs to sleep.


Deep thirst awakens her soul. With focus, she is intentional to quench it with the writings of
others' books and blogs who, too, unwittingly starved their souls and are back to wholesome choices. Her soul drains the entire glass until the need for breath forces her to gasp and take search for sustenance. Ahhh.

"Taste and see." Mmmm, there it is! Soul food! She is satisfied with simple fare perfectly seasoned. Resolve is strengthened with this whole grain goodness of the Word. Desire for study with community is iron-fortified. Her soul is joyfully satiated! This soul feed is lasting, yet, resets the appetite for truth and prudence and living water.

The Dessert Menu: (suggested books & media & resources)
"A wise person is hungry for knowledge, while the fool feeds on trash." -Proverbs 15:14 NLT
"An intelligent person is always eager to take in more truth; fools feed on fast-food fads and fancies." -Proverbs 15:14 MSG
"But those who drink the water I give will never be thirsty again. It becomes a fresh, bubbling spring within them, giving them eternal life." -John 4:14 NLT

If this post resonates with your soul, please comment, below. I sure would like to hear from you.

Tuesday, March 24, 2015

Book Review: Think Differently, Live Differently


Think Differently, Live Differently: Keys to a Life of Freedom

by Bob Hamp
Thinking Differently Press, 2010

Thomas Nelson, 2011







While surfing the internet, one evening, and looking for new reads by Robert Morris, author of A Blessed Life, I happened on Bob Hamp's book being released that very evening. If memory serves, he was in countdown mode to its release. I opted-in figuring anyone who is on staff at Gateway Church in Southlake, Texas, and has forewords by Pastor Robert Morris and Kari Jobe must be a pretty good fella! He's just gotta be! He and I exchanged tweets during the downloading process.

The story of a child adopted by farmers and who, later, discovers his biological family wrangled my heart reminding some part of my younger self 's memories that I was made for more. I wish I had this book when I was a young adult.

Bob Hamp, a professional counselor, mentor to leaders and executive pastor, provides a casual approach to sensitive life-issues many people have buried deep in their soul, yet it affects their present behavior often chaining them from experiencing the real life they desire. 

What is lasting freedom? Is it attainable? How comfortable are you with being alone with yourself? What are counterfeits to freedom? Do I constantly question myself?

Reading this book must surely be like what it is to spend an hour having coffee with your best friend, Bob, as he pours truth (spiritual and knowledge) into your spirit offering hope from bondage and brokenness. If you feel "stuck and getting stucker," I encourage you to download or order this easy-to-understand resource.


Bob Hamp has written a new leadership book, Think Differently, Lead Differently, I cannot wait to dive into!

Visit Bob Hamp's website for more resources including the study guide and an audio book if you find listening to your book proves easier with your busy lifestyle.

Tuesday, February 24, 2015

The Voice of God

Psalm 29. The voice of God. Powerfully exact with one word. Merely the sound of it strikes with lightening! 

I am frightened and more than humbled to realize there is surely an incredible degree to which His voice is tempered when speaking to tiny me.

God speaks. I am rebuked, but not annihilated.

Insignificance and favor and holy fear braid themselves around my soul leaving me without voice.

God speaks. I am extracted, yet remain whole.

With hidden pride, selfish motive and miserly method instantly clarified, I am rendered undone.

God speaks. I am pure.

Blessed with peace and strength, I am, now, full with His voice.

Can you relate?

Wednesday, December 18, 2013

Happy #HeartAttackComeback Day!

Terry. 1 month
after heart attack
Glacier Park - MT
December 18th is a new major holiday 
for the Allen Clan!
It's Happy Heart Day!
It's Terry-Survived-a-Heart-Attack Day!
It's #HeartAttackComeback Day!

What?! You didn't hear? On December 18, 2012, my hubby --Terry Allen-- hadn't been feeling great; however, had been keeping that fact from me for about two weeks. That morning when Terry went for a run, he didn't get very far and knew something was seriously wrong. The situation only worsened and by evening, he called me from a parking lot screaming in pain to meet him at the hospital because the ambulance had been called. Our son, Dane, and his then-fiancé, Emily, quickly met us there. 

T was life-flighted to Vanderbilt Hospital where a cardiac team quickly accessed his problem and saved my husband's life. I sat up all night in a dark corner praying, observing the attentive team and listening to the various beeps and breathing of my honey. Being a Believer in God's power for healing, I didn't need to hear comforting words of well-meaning friends, I just wanted to sense the nearness of my Savior, Jesus Christ. And, I did.


Drew & Daney.
Gotta find joy somewhere!
I can recall many details of those next few days. Too many to list. I remember waking in the waiting room to the rustling of a paper bag as our dear friend and pastor, Drew, handed me a cup of hot tea and said, "Wow. You look rough." I remember Aaron "Smiley" Farmer (my summer son) walking around the corner in the waiting room just as my emotions and fatigue collided. He brought my fave hazelnut coffee and bagels. I remember Daney fielding questions on the cellphone and becoming a man in my eyes. I remember driving away from Vandy with T riding shotgun. Kinda hard to drive with your eyes full of tears. I remember waking up early and sitting quietly with "mah mayn" in the glow of the Christmas tree reading our eReader versions of the Bible.

This year, 2013, has been Terry's #HeartAttackComeback year. In celebration of his life and the one year anniversary, I asked (um...really, I told) him when he was finished writing his post on the day before, I wanted to include it on my site, too!

Dane's Recovery Instructions
to Dad
in the Cardiac Care Unit
of Vandy
1 month anniversary
with
Lowell & Tami Hochhalter
Glacier Park - MT
Today I ran and walked 13.1 miles for 14 reasons... (or 13.1 reasons)

Mile 1 - Gratefulness. I am just happy to be alive.

Mile 2 - Fear...For one solid year I have thought about having another heart attack. Every morning it was one of my first thoughts. Every time I took my daily medicine. With every pain has come a whisper of my demise and I am flat sick of it. I will not be controlled by a spirit of fear. Period.

Mile 3 - 12/18 is the heart attack anniversary and I thought it would be great to do it before I go to the doctor tomorrow.

Mile 4 - I set a goal to run a half marathon by the end of 2013, and it was within my grasp. I honestly didn't know if my body could take it, but I refused to give up on the goal and not at
Terry & Drew.
Sunday following heart attack
least try.

Mile 5 - For everyone who struggles with depression. For the darkness that tells you your life is over...Don't believe it.

Mile 6 - For my Hebrews Eleven Life Group (a.k.a LifeNet). I wanted to knock out a hope target for them.

Mile 7 - For my Pastor and best friend, Andrew Wharton, who sat in the car and prayed for me, followed the ambulance, lobbied to get on the life flight and stayed up all night in the hospital with me. ICU will never be the same.

Mile 8 - For every person that has slugged it out this year to change and comeback from addiction, bad health or another life struggle.

Mile 9 - For all my encouraging friends who prayed and took the time to visit, call & care.
T & me.
Our first completed mile
toward the
#HeartAttackComeback
Especially Jim & Bonnie Long, Lowell Hochhalter, Tami Parker Hochhalter, Kent & Kelley Tucker
 Steven Morgan, Shannon Baugh Morgan, David Morgan, Randy Valimont, Terry Bailey, Glenn Burks, Larry Vine, John & Laura Driver, Roy & Cari Stone, Eduardo & Sandra Rocha, Jonnie & Curry Wethington...and more.

Mile 10 - Because I'm not a quitter.

Mile 11 - Eleven was for my mother and family. My father died in her arms from a heart attack afew years ago and when I had my episode she had to relive those memories. This one was for her peace, happiness and to give another punch in the face to worry for making her cry.

Mile 12 - I ran it for Dane Allen. No kid should have worry about his dad losing his life so early. I ran it to punch worry in the face for making my son uncomfortable. Don't mess with my kid.
T & me.
At Dane & Emily's wedding
September 14, 2013

Mile 13 - I ran it for Samalee Allen and for all of her incredible sacrifice this year in helping me get healthy. Honestly, I also wanted to destroy any fear she may deal with of losing her husband. We are one and I will not stand for fear in the eyes of my wife. 

Mile 13.1 - I ran it because there is "no sweeter name than the name of Jesus. No sweeter name that I've ever known." - Kari Jobe has sung that to me a hundred times this year and I believe it. "You are the light in my heart and my soul. You are the light to the darkness around me." Without Jesus and his help I would not be here. This whole journey is a testament to His grace and mercy. The finish was for Him.



I love you, Terry Allen. 
I love you 'til the day I die.
Together, we can conquer the world in love. 
You and I. 

Happy #HeartAttackComeback Day!

Tuesday, October 15, 2013

Riding with the Enemy

Needing a new and healthy looking Boston Fern for a showy, green, centerpiece in a large room, I stopped by a local roadside plant and veggie stand where they have the biggest and prettiest of everything, every year! They didn't let me down even at the end of the season. 

My helper directed me to an area out to the side where the leftover summer greenery was cramped in a tangled jumble. Together, we selected a beauty for which he cut me a steal of a deal and loaded into the backseat of my (fake) SUV. Off I went!

After the event, the fern was loaded back into the seat. With the weather mild, there was no threat of the plant dying as the car sat for a couple of days with the windows cracked, until I could unload. 

Who knows if either the fern or the storage box was the transport? It was just a short time afterwards when I noticed the web around the latch of the fold-down seat in the cargo area. I swept it down. It returned. I used a high-power vaccum to hopefully extract the little arachnid. Again, the web returned. Something in the back of my mind kept saying, " This web is different." Nevermind. It's one of those little ones. I've got road trips to make and more stuff to haul. Ugh. Spray the hole. Air the car. Go on.

Isn't that just like life? The evidence of a nuisance is there. I may temporarily rid myself of what's on the surface, but the fact remains there is trouble inside. It'll only get bigger if not dealt with. 
Past emotional wounds left to fester.
Offenses swallowed down, repeatedly.
Broken relationships. Unresolved conflict.
Bitterness. Hate. Jealousy. Insecurity. 
Eating Disorders. Fear. Anger. Depression.
Just to name a few.


We lifted the hatch. There she was clinging to life in that strong, sticky web, but still dangerous. Her colors revealed she was a fully grown, mature Black Widow still capable of inflicting pain and suffering. Now's the time to deal with the issue! How could I not?

It is unnerving to know she had been there all along. How did she manage to survive all that time? She could have hurt me. She could have hurt friends and family. All because I refused to take the time to explore what truly was the problem.

Are patterns in your own life repeated? Do you chide yourself for letting it happen, again?
Now's the time to deal with the issue! How could you not?

Tuesday, October 1, 2013

Valley of the Shadow of Death

In September of 2005, my son was diagnosed with a tumor in his left wrist. Imagine tremors quaking through me randomly each day throughout that month. Julie Wharton, my friend of many years, was beside me in a flash when she witnessed anxiety reach a point where I could not catch my breath. I do not exaggerate when I say fear would sneak up on my blindside, sink it's fangs into my jugular and chew.

Early in the process my husband, son and I used the Word of God (Bible) more like a table knife jabbing at something while blindfolded. But, then, it happened, that we got "our holy mad on" as faith was nurtured and our target came into focus. No longer wimpy saints, we wielded the Sword with spiritual strength, prayed the scriptures and aimed our hope, trust and faith into the heart of the matter!


To relieve stress, early morning jogs on the treadmill became a necessity. While in the middle of one such jog, Psalm 23:4 shot through my brain: Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil for You are with me. Your rod and staff comfort me.


At the end of that eternal month, no longer did my son's wrist ache and it was determined the tumor was not cancerous! 


I learned quite a few lessons during the actual testing period: When you don't have enough faith for yourself, friends and family strengthen you with their faith; With what you've nourished your spirit will come to the top; and, God desires to communicate with you.


Today, I was mulling over faith when, again, Psalm 23:4 shot through my brain while jogging. It occurred to me many people go through the valley of the shadow of death via different routes. Death of a dream. Death of the body. Death of a relationship. Death of a job. You get the picture. 


You may be there, now.

Convinced the Good Shepherd keeps His word and accompanies us through the valley, I am certain His staff is used to rescue us from the ledge. However, what would His rod -a different shepherding tool- be used for? I believe it is significant or it would not have been mentioned.

Here's what I think...

When my steps slow because of apathy, disobedience, anger or self-pity, He prods me forward with a strong prompting to the backside. When I'm distracted from the goal, the rod's nudge to my nose redirects my attention. When I'm frozen from fear, despair or depression, I hear the sound of His rod tapping against the hard surface reassuring He's there walking near me. And, when I don't see danger stalking me, His skillful handling of the rod clubs-in the head of the predator.

Let your faith rise. Encourage yourself in the Word. Keep moving! Some valleys simply are not meant to be inhabited, but journeyed through.

Tuesday, September 24, 2013

Humility


-Dwennimmen-
West African 
Symbol for Humility
The room was dim with the exception of stage lights illuminating a modest chair with a basin of water placed directly in front. The young minister knelt beside the basin. Waiting.

“God, we need a breakthrough. We gotta have You. Use us to be Your hands and may these students see You. Holy Spirit, do Your thing.”

The worship music softly playing in the background helped little to lighten the weight of the atmosphere. Finally, a student slid into the chair and quickly removed his shoes and socks and rolled up his jeans. Wide-eyed he watched as the young minister guided his bare feet into the water and began washing them.

This student had done just about everything he could to cause misery during the young minister’s first year. As if there were no memories of the past, the young minister spoke words loud enough for only the student to hear the prayer. Blessing not cursing. Clearly the student was not prepared for this encounter. After a towel was used to dry his feet, the student rejoined the group and sat with his head in his hands weeping.

Sniffles heard from around the room revealed the tenderness of the moment was not unnoticed. One by one, students and leaders, sat in the chair. That night their pride and resentment and pain were disarmed by the power of humility.

How would one simple act cause such emotion?

Humility is overlooked by the inconsiderate and scorned by the powerful. But, is adored by common man and rewarded by God.  
While Impatience stands with hands on hips tapping her foot, Humility sweetly smiles offering a hand to accomplish the task together. 
With her mouth agape, Demanding is shamed by the very presence of Humility quietly walking through the room. 
When Humility asks the question, “What can I do for you, today,” Stinginess harumphs and crosses her arms in realization she has been exposed. 
As Cruelty and Ignorance point their fingers and hurl insults, Humility drapes her arm around slumped shoulders soothing the wounds with her words. 
All the while Arrogance proudly toasts herself, Humility serves all a cup of refreshment.
An act of the will selflessly seeking to benefit others is the quiet strength Jesus fleshed-out as He served the broken, the spent and the dirty. This powerful substance brings piety to its knees and promotes servants to leadership. It is love in action. A verb. A trait that cannot be faked. Humility is not just a posture, it is the very nature of our Saviour. 

“Let this mind be in you, which was also in Christ Jesus” Philippians 2:5

Tuesday, August 20, 2013

Guest Blogger: Amy Wagner


  • I'll never forget the Sunday morning I met Amy & John Wagner. The church where we attend, Life Assembly, had been in existence only a couple of years and was packed! My husband and I decided to move to the balcony so guests would have a first-floor seat. A new family made their way up the steep stairway to sit beside us in that cramped, little balcony and it wasn't long until God began to have a private dialog with John's heart. As he moved down the stairway, my hubby was there to pray with him while Amy's tears streamed down her cheeks. It's my pleasure to introduce to you my friend (and weight-training coach), Amy Wagner!
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    Amy in high school at 118 lbs
    Growing up, in high school, I always thought I was fat. I thought, “I would be really cute if I could lose a couple of pounds”. Looking around at the other girls and being envious of their thin legs and size 2 jeans, I wondered why I couldn’t be like them. Of course, that is the perspective of a 17 year-old after finding the circa 1988 box of Dexatrim in her father’s medicine cabinet. I wore size 7 jeans and I wasn’t fat at all. In fact, I weighed less than 120 pounds at any given time. I thought I was fat. I was an active teenager. I was out, I was social, I was always moving, walking around the neighborhood with friends, always going to parties, going to the mall. I was not one to sit in front of the television all the time, I wasn’t home a lot. I was a cheerleader and in the color guard. I wasn’t an “athlete”, but I was involved in aerobics and dance. I danced a lot. I wasn’t a “lazy” teenager.
    Today, I look at my daughter, at 16 years old and 130 pounds who is absolutely
    1994, 7 mos after my divorce my lowest weight at 116 lbs
    beautiful with a figure that most women would hate her for, and she weighs 10 pounds more than I did at that age. In high school, I would live off of pop and an ice cream sandwich for lunch. I ate dinner but I didn’t eat breakfast. I didn’t feel like I was starving myself, but I was being very cautious of how much I ate. It wasn’t about what I ate or when I ate, it was all about how much I put in my body. The less I put in my body, the less fat I had. Again, this is coming from a naïve, uninformed 17 year old point of view not knowing how the body works or what it needs. The fact is, it’s exactly about what you put in your body and when, and the balance of it all.
    1995, right after I met John, approx 120 lbs.
    As I got older, in my marriage and having kids I gained weight with pregnancies. When I had my first and second child, I was married to a man in the military. He was fit, doing physical training every day as required. Like any woman would, I felt self-conscience about my body after giving birth. I was in my early 20’s and concerned about how I looked because, throughout life, my self-talk made my weight and looks top priority. It had always been a concern so pregnancy weight only magnified and complicated it. Rather than offering words of encouragement and comfort such as “Honey, you are beautiful no matter what, don’t worry, the weight will come off," or "What can I do to help?” my husband would offer words like, “Why don’t you just get up and exercise," and "Why don’t you stop eating?” It was true, why didn’t I stop eating? All the self-doubt started the [negative] self-talk. “You will never be small. You will have to do something drastic."
    It was, then, believe it or not, I started researching Bulimia. The Pro-Anna websites
    portrayed it as an almost glamorous lifestyle. You could eat whatever you wanted to, just go throw it up, and, then, go back for seconds. So, I actually did research (I still can’t believe it) on the foods to eat, how much to eat, what to do, how to do it. Then, I practiced. It was like some people teaching themselves how to play ball. You watch, you
    1995, John and I with Andrew and Bree approx 120 lbs
    learn, you take notes, and then… you practice. You do it until you get it right, and that’s exactly what I did. I would eat something like ice cream or pudding, something soft and, then, I would go to the bathroom, get my toothbrush and stick it down my throat. I know, I know it’s gross. 
    The first time it was hard….it was vomit. It wasn’t fun and it wasn’t glamorous. But, I did it AND I.FELT.ACCOMPLISHED. So I would do it again, then I would go eat something else and go back, repeating the process all day. It got to the point that I was going through this cycle, sometimes more than 20 times a day. I called it bulimia but I don’t know if that’s what it was…technically. I fit somewhere in between bulimia and anorexia, because I didn’t binge and I didn’t starve myself. I just chose not to keep whatever it was that I ate, when I ate. I would exercise like a c-r-a-z-y person. I was a young stay-at-home mom with no family, no friends, in a strange place by myself with two children under the age of 3. It’s all I had to do. I ran in place, did push-ups, sit ups, jumping jacks and aerobic videos between the Barney and Power Ranger episodes. This is what consumed my day. It was my hobby and the thing that kept me occupied.
    1999, at 130 lbs. During a separation from John
    The marriage ended, but I continued on with this process I was subjecting my body to for years. I lost maybe 15-20 pounds from the time I started to the time we separated, within a 1 ½ year span. However, by the time my youngest turned two, 6 months later, I was down a total of 40 pounds and was thinner than I had ever been at 116 pounds. At first, people told me how great I looked, but those comments soon turned to how I looked sick and asking if I was ok. This only gave me motivation to continue, because what they saw as being sick, I saw as 5 more pounds that I needed to loose.
    2009-2010, appx 200 lbs
    I continued this eating/purging pattern until 2003, when I replaced this compulsion with alcohol and occasional drug use. I didn’t eat, I drank beer. I lost all sense of who I was and didn’t care about anything, including my weight. I was distracted with John’s drama and had been put on anti-depressants and anti-psychotics due to hallucinations and suicidal thoughts and attempts. Although it doesn’t seem like God was here, He had to have been. No one stops purging after 9 years without treatment…but I did. Looking back, it didn’t happen overnight. It was a process that happened over time. I would go several days then think, “I haven’t vomited in 3 days.” It just eventually passed away from my daily routine. I was still messed up, which is a whole different subject, but it was a personality evolution that God would use for good. God was working on me.
    Christmas 2010 @ my heaviest - 203 lbs
    It was in 2005, my husband, John, experienced his encounter with Jesus and was transformed into a new creature. He didn’t completely change overnight, but almost. He never touched drugs again, from marijuana to cocaine, he was divinely delivered as was the family through the transformation. I had smoked for 10 years and I was divinely healed. It was as if someone said, “You’ve done this on your own for so long….and how has that been working for you?” and, then, stepped in and started doing it the right way.
    We got happy with Jesus! We began focusing our lives on other things, and, we started eating. There were no more drugs, there were no more cigarettes and there was no more beer. This meant no more replacement for nutrition. We were going to lunch with our new friends, having people over for cookouts and going to social events which we all know are mostly food festival extravaganzas. It was not a conscious decision to eat, it just happened. I ate without really even thinking about it and I had never done that before. So, as you can imagine, it didn’t take long to start gaining weight. Over the span of the next 6 years, I went from weighing 120-130 pounds to, at my heaviest, weighing in at 203 pounds. It’s hard to say and harder to admit that this was me.
    I was 203 pounds in July of 2011. On Facebook, as I was most of my home time (either
    Christmas 2011 5 mo into my weight loss approx 180-190 lbs
    in the bed or on the couch), looking at pictures of some high school friends and classmates, I was noticing a few of them in weightlifting competitions looking buff, healthy, 40-something and looking A-M-A-Z-I-N-G! I began really seeing myself for what I had allowed myself to become, what I had accepted to be suitable, standard, comfortable. I was one of those average 50 million Americans that all those people over -seas talked about. I had been fooling myself and looking over the fact that I wasn’t just happily plump…I was fat. I was just lazy and fat. I was mushy and unhealthy, old and miserable in my skin. I couldn’t move without breathing heavy. I had moved into the completely opposite direction and settled into an immobile lifestyle. I received an invite to a reunion that a classmate was organizing for a small group of friends. I wanted to go to see all my friends, but I couldn’t do it. I was so self-conscience of my looks and my presentation in high school, and they knew it. To see me the way I allowed myself to get, I was completely embarrassed. I didn’t want them to see me that way so I didn’t go. I missed out on a lot because of my weight and my own feelings toward myself. That is when I actually decided that this was not going to work for me any longer. I was not going to let this be good enough. I had no energy and nothing to offer. I would have liked to participate in activities that we had at church, but it took too much effort and was exhausting. I was going nowhere good fast.
    Unbeknownst to me, at the same time, John was feeling the same way. He was feeling fat
    Summer 2012 - 148 lbs After weight loss of 60 lbs
    and lazy and useless because of his energy level. He would come in from work and sit in the recliner and stay there until bedtime. He had difficulty getting up to mow the yard or anything requiring effort. So, we decided to change our patterns. It was a paradigm shift in our mindset that took place. People say these changes occur over much time, but this did not. This change happened when we chose to change.
    It took about a week to get on the track to health. We were both so motivated to make the necessary changes that once we got going, we didn’t even think about it. The desire for unhealthy foods, the cravings were just not there after a few days. The less sugar, the less carbs, the less starch we ate, the less we wanted or craved until it wasn’t even a passing thought. I know God was working with us. I know He played a part because people can’t make that shift by themselves. The flesh rules and without that divine work of God in your life, those kinds of shifts in mindset and motivation don’t happen. It doesn’t happen like it did with us without divine intervention.
    At that moment we decided to, I wouldn’t even call it a diet, we chose a lifestyle change, in July of 2011. We cut out all processed foods, all starches, all sugars, all carbs, fast foods and frozen foods. We didn’t go out to eat. We fixed everything ourselves. We ate and we exercised. It seems harsh and drastic, but that is what we needed. We committed to an hour each day of exercise, 6 days a week. Between changing our habits in July 2011, to February 2012, I lost 50 pounds. I don’t want to make this seem like a piece of cake (hmmm…) or that I got results in the first few days because I didn’t. However, I did ‘feel’ results in the first few days just from the difference in the quality of food I was putting in my body.
    John was my accountability and partner in crime. It’s so, so, SO important to have this in the journey of weight loss. There were many times I just didn’t feel like working out and he would drag me kicking and screaming. And I would hate him. But, 5 minutes into the workout, I would feel good, I was in it, I would be so happy AND. I. FELT. ACCOMPLISHED.
    September 2012 With John, Bree and Lexi After my weight loss
    It’s only an hour out of my day. What would I be doing with that hour? Trolling on Facebook…that’s what I would have been doing. If I hadn’t had a workout buddy, someone to motivate me, holding me accountable for my actions, I may not have gotten through it, pushed myself to get the results that I did. It went in the other direction also. I was John’s accountability and pushed him. We worked together as a team, kind of Big Brother style. John was a cook for 12 years so I did the shopping and he kept me on track with eating. If left up to me, I would have fallen back into old patterns of, just don’t eat. He was food-driven, it was (and is) very important to him, so he kept my intake on track.
    So, as you see, it was a conscience choice, a decision that we followed through with, we worked at, we supported each other in and pushed, when necessary. There is a strong importance in accountability and partnership. I point out a need for a personal trainer, a friend, a spouse, anyone that will keep you on track to reach your goal. We need someone that can walk along side us, understand the importance of what we are trying to accomplish and what are goals are.
    The best part is that I got extremely close to God through the process, because of the need to have support, the need to have someone telling me that it was worth it and that the lies and self-talk I’ve known to be my reality, my truth throughout my life were all lies from the enemy who wants me to be less than my best. I had given the enemy so much room to play in my life that he had convinced and deceived me into believing that I was never good enough. No matter what I did, those things would never make me pleasing enough to others or be what I thought I was supposed to be.
    I leaned on God’s strength and His scriptures through the process when I needed to be reminded I was perfect in God’s eyes and I didn’t have to be anything other than what He tells me I am, which is His daughter. This makes me good enough. Losing weight, at this point, wasn’t about what I looked like. My appearance was only a sidebar to being useful in the kingdom, having the energy to play with the kids I taught at church or push a cart full of groceries to a needy family or volunteer to man a booth for a community outreach. God took the lies and turned them into motivation to change for Him and His purpose for me. He changed my thoughts about myself and, although I still occasionally struggle with those visions of myself in the mirror. He has made it bearable and given me the knowledge that I don’t have to be perfect. He tells me that I belong to Him, not Satan, and I can believe Him rather than the lies I’ve been fed in the past.
    June 2013 Weight still off 150 lbs
    I have kept the weight off for almost 2 years. I am in maintenance mode now, which is a nice benefit for all of the hard work. The “work” doesn’t have to last forever. There is peace and rest on the horizon. Once you reach your goal, you can relax A LITTLE. I now work out 5-6 days a week because I enjoy it, not because I have to. When I want a bowl of ice cream, I eat it with no guilt. However, unlike before, I don’t have any desire to eat the entire carton. I love a good salad. I like grapes. I can play tag with the kids at church through the entire class period without having to sit down and catch my breath. I have more energy than I could have ever imagined.
    People have said that I am an inspiration to others. I don’t see it that way. I see that I had a problem. I trusted God with my life and He took my mushed up, messed up brain and untwisted it. He left a mind that could focus and work through the pain, distractions, lies, cravings, and give me the desire to want to be my best for Him. I gave it to God and He gave back 10-fold. It’s a true partnership.
    The key to doing anything worthwhile is to do it for the right reasons. God will always help you through a situation when your motives are pure. There is a choice to be made…a decision. The mind is a powerful thing. It can work with you or it can work against you. When your mind is made up, you can accomplish some AMAZING things.
    Find something that works for you. My eating habits may not work for you. Your neighbor’s workout may not work for you. I like to strength train, meaning I lift weights. You may like to run or walk or ZUMBA!!! Find something that fits your life and your interests and do it. Leave the excuses in the past with all the other lies that the enemy has told you. People spend time on what they love. If you don’t like your workout, you will not stick to it.
    FOOD is THE MOST IMPORTANT THING. No matter how much you work out, if you are still eating sugar, you will NOT lose weight. You have to change your eating habits to be healthy. Don’t let anyone fool you into believing that you can exercise for 30 minutes a day just so you can eat the cake. This is not the mindset you want to stick with. Most of all, remember you have a friend next to you anytime you feel defeated, weak, tired, hungry or in pain. God can remove all of the self-doubt and the “I’m not pretty, I’m not good enough, I can’t do it, I don’t want to, I , I, I, I….” Ask Him. Trust Him. Give it to Him. And, if you need a push, call me. I’ll help you fight.
    These are some of my favorite scriptures that I rested on during times of struggle and when I needed reassurance: Psalm 107:9. For He has satisfied the thirsty soul, and the hungry soul He has filled with what is good. Isaiah 40:31. Those who wait for the LORD will gain new strength; they will mount up with wings like eagles, they will run and not get tired, they will walk and not become weary. Romans 14:17. ...for the kingdom of God is not eating and drinking, but righteousness and peace and joy in the Holy Spirit. 2 Corinthians 5:17. Therefore if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creature; the old things passed away; behold, new things have come. Philippians 1:6. For I am confident of this very thing, that He who began a good work in you will perfect it until the day of Christ Jesus. Hebrews 12:11. All discipline for the moment seems not to be joyful, but sorrowful; yet to those who have been trained by it, afterwards it yields the peaceful fruit of righteousness. 3 John 1:2. Beloved, I pray that in all respects you may prosper and be in good health, just as your soul prospers.

    (Amy & John have three kids and make their home in Nashville, TN. Presently, she is studying for her Behavioral Counselor's license.)