Why is it when you commit to something it seems all hell breaks loose giving you hurdles to jump constantly?
I committed, to myself, to lose weight, knowing I need to because of my diabetes so for health reasons which are important. I had lost 12 pounds... took 3 months to do so. Now I find myself just 2 pounds away from where I started. Now, I can blame some of it on my mom's death and the stress eating I did while in Florida for weeks. But one can only blame their circumstances for so long. Sooner or later we have to "buckle up" and accept responsibility in spite of our circumstances. Why is it so difficult to establish a good habit and with the snap of a finger fall into a bad habit? In two weeks I go back to my Dr, I am dreading that. Last time I went she was singing my praises, I'd lost weight, my A1C was more than a point lower, she was proud of me. Well, I was proud of myself! I won't be hearing those praises this next visit. sigh....
For almost a year I felt a tugging at my heart to volunteer with wellspring, which is like a rehab program for victims of human trafficking. Finally, I felt like I could commit to volunteering in some capacity with these girls. As soon as I got a girl to mentor it seems like there were hurdles everywhere! one after another, some hurdles being the situation with my mom, but added to that is the house mother I have tried to deal with. It has been frustrating and I worry that my girl thinks I don't care.
I guess the trick is to keep going regardless. Without hurdles, which we have throughout our life, there would be nothing to encourage us. It's when we over come those hurdles that gives us strength. Toby Mac has a song, "Get Back Up Again", There are some important words to remind not to quit,
"We lose our way,we get back up again
It’s never too late to get back up again
And one day you are gonna’ shine again
You may be knocked down, but not out forever"
So we fall off the wagon, chase the wagon down and get back on, you may get battered and beaten a little trying to jump back ON a moving wagon, but the ride is worth it.
All of this rambling reminds me not to give up on dreams, no dream is realized by being still. I believe with all my heart one day when someone mentions Lost Stork foundation, people will know what you're talking about. What IS lost stork you ask? Google it, it's a "hurdle" that became a ministry.
