
Monday, November 28, 2011
More Firsts

Wednesday, November 16, 2011
My Personal Yoga Journey
You have to understand something first. I grew up with three older brothers, rode horses and ATV’s daily, and worked like a man in the orange groves every summer and then every day after school from the time I was old enough to drive until I moved away for college. I was rough and tumble to say the least. I would have never been pegged as the yoga-type. (I was, however, voted most likely to be president in high school… for what that’s worth.)
My first experience with yoga, other than a home-exercise video, began in early 2008. I was just pregnant for the first time, giddy about the healthy and joyous pregnancy I anticipated, and looking forward to giving birth to my baby! My teacher was kind, generous, grounded, Jewish, of all things, and incredibly encouraging. She taught me about breath, correct postures, and most importantly, how to listen to my body. Never before had I been so aware of what was going on inside my own body. This invaluable awareness carried me through two naturally passed miscarriages, and ultimately through a natural, undirected, and very inward focused birthing experience with Grace Louise.
Let me clarify, my yoga experience has not taught me to trust my body as some kind of deity or supernatural power, but to trust in the God of the Universe, who created this body and to believe in all He intended it to do!
My yoga teaching career began with a friend and fellow expecting mama, our babies born just a month apart. She needed the exercise; I needed a student; a win win. I’m sure I was horrible. A year later, my opportunity grew to a group of five pregnant women. Again, they needed the exercise, I needed a class of students, preferably women I didn’t know so well (as incessant laughter has proven to be a hindrance in previous experiences); another win win. Our group grew a bit, and I had the best time with these women, watching their bellies grow and their bodies blossom into motherhood!
When I first voiced my thoughts about pursuing yoga teacher training, Jimmy notably had some reservations. We read an article together that sparked great conversation and a journey of prayer and seeking God on His desires for me in this. I began with reading the thoughts of others; many Christians have shared their views of yoga through blogging, the internet, etc. I found stories and opinions on both ends of the spectrum. Some believing that the practice of anything similar is altogether evil and others practicing in total liberty.
Reminded that everything is permissible, but not all things are beneficial, I continued seeking truth, reading scripture and simply asking God to give me wisdom and discernment.
In the end, I made a decision to pursue teacher training only under the assumption that I could find a training program that was a) affordable and b) did not include mantras and chanting or other New Age or Hindu saturated teachings. I didn’t think I would be training any time soon, because other than two Christian based yoga organizations, which lacked credibility, I had not yet seen anything that fit the above description.
In April of 2011, I finally pursued training through a YogaFit, fitness-minded yoga company I found while searching the internet. They offer Yoga Teacher training in levels, perfect for my financial situation and season of life. I’ve completed the first step, which fully certifies me to teach, but anticipate completing the entire RYT 1000 program.
I’ve recently started teaching my first regular yoga class, missing the mamas in a prenatal setting, but enjoying the challenge of something new. With several twists and turns, the process of finding the right environment for my current class was a journey all its own. I am right where God wants me for now, enjoying the support of many and offering something a bit different for our community.
Finally, my convictions regarding the practice of yoga as a Believer… These are thoughts I have pondered and wrestled with, now confident that God has helped me to see these matters through the lens of His truth and grace.
Simply changing the names of the physical postures to something more Biblical or “Christian”, does not in fact make the practice of yoga truly different. As Jesus pointed out, we can be as whitewashed tombs, presenting one thing on the outside and another on the inside. The matter is one of the heart. With that said, the precept of making choices so as to not cause another to stumble, prompts me to omit most of the Sanskrit language in my practice. I have also abandoned clearly ungodly ideas, language, and posture names that may be found in other traditional yoga practices.
God created my body and enables it to be healthy and flexible. He gave me breath and designed my body to coordinate beautifully with the inhale and exhale. God orchestrated the whole idea of rest. Heck, He took an entire day of rest and encourages us to do the same! Meditation, breath, exercise, rest— the idea of these components of yoga come from Him!
Rest, relaxation, and meditation in yoga does not have to leave you absent-minded or open to mind control. In fact, God tells us to be alert, continually renewing our minds, setting them on things above. We can think on those things that are pure, lovely, upright, just, and praise-worthy! We can self-inspect or to ask God to search and know our hearts. In other words, yoga can be a wholesome, personal spiritual experience.
I certainly don’t expect everyone to agree with my views. Making choices on issues that are not absolute truths is difficult. It requires that we step away from man’s teaching and ask for the Holy Spirit for wisdom and good judgment. So for those reading this, whether you practice yoga or not, I hope you are spurred on to be prayerful, intentional, and thoughtful about the passions in your life.
So whether you eat or drink or whatever you do, do it all for the glory of God. -1 Corinthians 10:31
Tuesday, November 15, 2011
Veteran's Day Craft


Community Fall Festival

Sunday, October 30, 2011
Happy 2nd Birthday to our Gator Baby!


Thursday, October 20, 2011
From the mouth of my babe
Grace Louise chimes in, “Who are you talking to, mommy?”
“Jesus,” I say.
She predictably responds, “I talk to Jesus too!” That’s her new thing… whatever I like, she likes too; whatever I do, she does too. (I guess that means I better be saying and doing only things that can be repeated!!!)
I ask her, “What does Jesus say to you?”
And she replies so matter of factly, “Hey Buddy!”
Not exactly King James language, but oh, out of the mouth of babes!
Grace Louise is not quite two, but, WOW, her vocabulary is ridiculous. And the way she puts together sentences, the things she remembers from previous conversations; she's keeping me on my toes, for sure!
The other day Jimmy was leaving for work and after giving a good-bye kiss, Grace Louise reminded him, “Be careful, daddy!”
WHAT?!?! He stopped dead in his tracks. Yes, Yes, your (almost) two year old just issued a bid for your safety.
She told me something similar a few weeks ago while riding our bike around the neighborhood. About half way into our ride, me a little wobbly from peddling up hill, Grace Louise reminded me, “Be careful mommy. Don’t fall off!” I guess from her point of view, my biking skills were sub-par.
Another line she's notorious for: "I wanna hold that baby right there!" (said with a really sweet southern twang). I think she might be a great big sister one day!
She puts in her requests at bedtime. I’ve always sang two particular songs to her while rocking (since the day she was born, actually), I Love You Lord and Oh How I Love Jesus. Now-a-days, I start singing one of the two, only to be interrupted by my nursing piglet saying, “I non't like dat one. Sing Jesus Loves Me.” So we sing...
Grace Louise recently told me “I love you” first. Not a conditioned response to what I tell her a million times a day. Just because. Heart. Melted. Right. There.
I've always loved those emails, "The Things Kids Say," line after line of hilarious, sweet, or even heart-gripping words spoken innocently by children. (notice I said innocently by children, not by innocent children! lol!)
I guess that's one of the perks of being a mom, your own personal spoken entertainment! And many many memories of sweet first words and conversations. From the mouths of our babes.
Sunday, October 2, 2011
I am a friend of God!
To say I know the living God personally and that He’s my friend, must sound absolutely insane to someone who doesn’t believe.
In the midst of a trial or in the busyness of life sometimes I find myself forgetting just how approachable God is. I act as though He can’t possibly understand my frustrations or how I feel. I distance myself from His answers instead of drawing near, opening my heart, and listening. I crowd out His soft-spoken assurances with worry and what ifs. In doing so I miss out on true companionship- the chance to be comforted by the Great Counselor.
God wrapped His big sweet arms around me today and reminded me that He’s not only Sovereign God, He’s my friend. Oh, to be a friend of Jesus! There’s no friendship more safe or true. Fully understood. No words necessary. Fully accepted. No explanation needed. Fully loved. Just receive.
I no longer call you servants, because a servant does not know his master’s business. Instead, I have called you friends, for everything that I learned from my Father I have made known to you. – John 15:15
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
Color Blind
An actual conversation with my toddler today…
Grace Louise: “Blue play-doh, blue play-doh,” pointing to the new jar of play-doh she wants to open.
Me: “You have blue play-doh. See? What color is this play-doh?”
GL: “Pink.”
Me: “No, it’s not pink.”
GL: “Yellow.”
Me: “No, it’s not pink or yellow. What color is the sky?”
GL: “Yellow.”
Me: “No, the sky is blue and so is the play-doh. What color is the play-doh?”
GL: “Pink.”
I open my computer to write this down because I really can’t believe we just had this conversation…
Monday, September 26, 2011
Renewing
Shortly before I was pregnant with Grace Louise I began having sort-of anxiety attacks- basically shortness of breath perpetuated by the very thought of the symptom. It went on for a month, until I was certain it was anxiety and learned how to deal with the onset of the symptoms. I never struggled with this again… until Friday. I wouldn’t say that I have a lot of stress in my life, by any means. I did notice, however, that I had been focusing a lot on my “to-do” list, allowing it to have reign over my thought life… What am I doing now? What needs to be done next? What is the best order to complete these tasks? How can I get more tasks done in one day?
Can you say OCD??? I think I have a more severe case of this, called OCDWT. OCD with Toddler.
I am very blessed this Monday morning to feel completely peaceful and content. After noticing the shortness of breath on Friday afternoon, I shut my computer, prayed, and spent the rest of the afternoon laying on the floor playing with Grace Louise, followed by a bubble bath (only somewhat relaxing with a toddler), an evening alone with my husband, a chick flick, and a fairly early bedtime. I committed the rest of the weekend to limited computer/technology use, lots of good company, and a Sunday of rest with family. I’m also rereading a book, Having a Mary Heart in a Martha World, that offers great perspective on balancing work, rest, and worship.
It’s true, folks. No one came and arrested me for failing to use each moment of the day completing things on my list. I didn’t die and I don't regret a second. As a matter of fact, detouring from the ordinary was refreshing! I am feeling recharged and refocused. Actually, I’m currently enjoying the breeze and glistening sun off the lake while GL is pretending to kill “dators” with an over-sized bubble wand. Who wouldn’t be relaxed, right?!
“And let the peace of God rule in your hearts…” -Colossians 3:15

