Lisa Bergren’s book, The Busy Mom’s Devotional starts in the season “Winter” at week 1. And even though this is Spring, and I know this because I can officially wear white now, I have a deep need to start at the beginning.
And Week 1 starts with Core work. I’ll explain in a minute.
Because of incredibly busy time constraints, and family commitments, I knew I couldn’t sit down to write this until Sunday night. For Monday. And I’m emotionally, physically, and spiritually drained.
But, it’s in those desperate moments that God usually has something to say to me. Because that’s when I’m listening most intently. While breathing into a brown paper bag.
I had the intention of starting this journey with you on Week 15, which would be the Spring Season of Faith. And as I started to write, my inner spirit was filled with so much turmoil, I had to stop.
And listen. Press delete. And start over.
Lisa begins by talking about her exercise routine. If you work out, or are thinking about working out, or just know that you need to work out but don’t have time, then you’ve probably heard the term “core work.”
Frankly, it didn’t hit home with me until Len Goodman started slinging the phrase around on “Dancing With The Stars.”
Our “core” is what holds us up. It is the center of strength from which everything else flows. And by exercising those muscles, we are building a foundation for strength and endurance.
So. If our core is weak, we’re spinning our wheels. And getting nowhere fast.
And this is what Lisa is talking about. Beginning to work on our “core” with God at the center. If we have a relationship with our Creator, then life has a way of falling into place.
Not necessarily where we want it. But, where God wants us to be. I just know that I’m a mess when I’m out of sync with working on my relationship with God.
And I have to admit to you, that I’ve been letting that relationship slide. Letting the busyness of life take control of me. Which is the main reason I’m doing this on Mondays. ACCOUNTABILITY. And you know what that means. When I publicly screw up, you can call me on it. Gently.
And people, I almost quit before I even began. Not more than 20 minutes ago, I sat at my computer with my head in my hands thinking out loud, “I can’t do this. I can’t do this.”
And I felt the need to go back to the beginning. When, as a new Christian, I was hopeful and optimistic. Excited even. A spirit filled walk is full of hills and valleys. Life cannot be one long hilltop experience.
And God knows, I’ve been in a valley. This last week, over a post about poker of all things, discussion came about in my comments section about revealing my testimony. What lead me to Christ. In Los Angeles.
I’ve been reluctant to do this. Mostly because it is so private and personal.
I know what you’re thinking. WHAT? You can discuss menstruation and projectile vomit at the drop of a dime, but you can’t talk about the most important decision of your life???
I don’t usually talk about spiritual matters on my blog. Truthfully, I feel that discussion is not where my gifts lie. Other bloggers do a much better job. Besides, I’m such a work in progress.
But, this last week, I realized that I’m not alone. Not just in “oh good Lord, what were you thinking entrusting me with children?” But also in those moments that I’m spiritually walking aimlessly.
The scripture passage used in Week 1 is from Esphesians 1: 15-21. The words that jumped off the page for me were;
“ask the God of our Master, Jesus Christ, the God of glory- to make you intelligent and discerning in knowing him personally, your eyes focused and clear, so that you can see exactly what it is He is calling you to do…” (verses 17 and 18)
I know He has plans for my life. I don’t want to wander aimlessly in the desert.
Next Monday, I want to open up a discussion on what lead you to believe. I will host a carnival on Seasons of Faith – Sharing Your Story and put up Mr. Linky. And I will join in, IF I DON’T CHICKEN OUT.
And even if you are still searching for answers, please take this journey with me.
Have a wonderful week, y’all. And may God bless you.
(This was a scary one to write. Indeed it was.)