Wow. Where did this last week go?! I mean, it has seriously just flown by. It's strange because nothing at all has happened and yet I feel as though my whole life is on the verge of changing drastically...
I'll start with the shallow stuff.
I hardly worked out (2-3 times max) this last week and on Friday I ate an entire order of stuffed cheesy bread... This is on top of the Ice Cream and other dessert type things I ate this week. I am no good at this whole no sugar thing and I am trying hard to not resign myself to just weighing 500lbs by the time I'm 30; which is coming right up I might add.
Anyway, I need to make running a part of my routine because it is much more healthy to go run a couple miles than it is to waste your weekend mornings sleeping. On top of that, it helps me focus more through out the week and helps, ya know, fight heart disease and obesity and all of that good stuff. In summation: running to fight stress=good. Sleeping to fight stress=bad. Yeah.
Now on to the not shallow stuff.
I read "Redeeming Love" by Francine Rivers on Wednesday night. Yes, the WHOLE thing. I am now re-reading it so that I can try to more fully comprehend the love of God for me. For whatever reason, this is the hardest thing in world for me to comprehend. The fact that God loves me no matter what I have done and wants nothing from me. If any one who reads this has some insight into this incomprehensible phenomena, please share it with those of us who cannot understand. My utter terror in life comes from the fear that I am unlovable and I feel that if I can come to even slightly grasp that GOD loves me, I believe that there is nothing that I will not be able to do, no task I cannot accomplish, no man that will be able to keep me down. But I have constructed my comfortable cage so well that without I feel vulnerable, naked, and more alone than I do with those familiar walls all around me.
I believe that part of the problem stems also from the fear that I don't know who I would be without those walls. For what felt like ages, I fought to know who I am and or was. Now I can see that that person was not who God intended. So I have to step out yet again to learn who I TRULY am. And this person, whoever she is, cannot live in a cage for the rest of her life and still do the work God has intended for her.
The stubbornness and fear of the current and old me fights every step of the way to stay inside. The new and future me knows that the cage must be utterly destroyed in order for her to wholly take root and grow. Old me runs interference at every turn and new idea, grasping at the familiar with the grip of the desperate and the dead, never seeing that she is just that, dead.