More than you can handle

It has been a LOOONNNNGGG time since I've written anything... 1. I'm not a writer, period, I never have been but I sometimes wonder if getting something down on virtual paper would be a good stress reliever, perhaps?  2. You would not BELIEVE how crazy busy things have been lately!  I'm trying really hard to get things under control but sometimes I can't help but wonder if that's even possible. lol.

At a recent MOPs (Mothers of Preschoolers) meeting I broke down, quite literally!  I'm talking tears, ugly crying, etc. it wasn't great at all, those that know me know I DON'T do that; ESPECIALLY not in public!  Anyway, while talking to a friend/mentor of mine I mentioned that God only gives us what we can handle and therefore, I'll be fine.  Her response?  No, God gives you more than you can handle.  If He only gave you what YOU could handle you wouldn't need Him.

WOW!  I'd never thought of it like that. I've always heard "He only gives us what we can handle".  To suddenly think that NO, He gives us more so we can rely on Him!  That's an amazing realization.  First Corinthians talks about God being faithful and making sure that we can handle what we're given; NOT that he won't give us more than we think we can handle.  He promises to give us a way out, an escape; all we have to do is have faith in Him.

Over the last few years I'd like to think that I've grown in my faith.  I'm no where NEAR where I think I should be for a 32 year old Christian but God knows my heart and knows that I'm trying.  I didn't have the same faith built childhood that lots of people I know did and I routinely feel like that puts me 'behind'.  I try hard to realize that God has me right where he wants me, not where everyone else is or should be, but ME.  I wouldn't be who I am today or where I am today without those experiences as a child whether they were faith taught or not.  I am who I am.  I am who God made me to be.  Thankfully, He allows me to grow daily!  Happy New Year, everyone!

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Post Baby Workouts

4 weeks postpartum and I am DYING to start working out and to get myself back! I hopped on the elliptical the other day for 15 minutes; 5 slow, 5 more vigorous, and 5 as a cool down. I thought I would be just fine but where I had stitches is feeling really sore :-(

Perhaps I'll try a little slower for the next two weeks instead of trying to just jumping back into things. Especially since I'm not technically 'cleared' to work out yet. I have 4 weeks left until I return to work and 2 weeks left until my 6 week check up. I'll have to make a trip to the uniform shop at my 6 week check up if my pre-baby uniforms don't fit... I sure am hoping it doesn't come to this! Wish me luck!!

Chris bought me Zumba and Biggest Loser for Kinect today! Has anyone used them? I cannot WAIT to try them out!

Anyone else have any ideas for getting back into shape after baby?

Outsider Looking In

One of my English teachers from high school, Mrs. Reitz, recently posted this article. While reading it, I couldn't help but see myself... how I felt, how I act, and how I react.

I've mentioned on here before that being from a military family and being in the military I've had to move around and therefore have missed out on having those life-long friends that most people have... the ones that they grew up with, the ones they went to college with, the ones that they'll never be without. I don't tend to open up to people I don't know. I don't usually go up to people I don't know and insert myself into conversations. I've been told on multiple occasions (by some good friends) that I can come off as a b***h because of these things... I've tried to change how I come off but I'm not sure how it has worked out. I have some fantastic friends that I've come to love over the years... sadly, most of them are in different states due to the military.

When Chris and I moved to VA we joined a church, met some great people and became good friends... or so we thought. I put myself out there, I opened up, I let myself be vulnerable and I was hurt, tremendously. Enough so that we ended up leaving the church in order to find another one. A few months later we found IBC after looking at MANY other churches. I love the church but even after a year I feel like an outsider at times. It's truly hard to move into a new area, where friends already exist and groups are already formed. In order to try to counteract this Chris and I joined a small group and have tried to become involved in the happenings of the ABF (Sunday school). Most recently someone (multiple someones) invited me to join the church's MOPS group. I thought long and hard about this... I prayed about it... I tried to come up with excuses why I couldn't/shouldn't join. Instead I decided to put myself out there... You can join and pay either all at once or one meeting at a time. I decided to bite the bullet and pay for the entire year hoping that this would ensure that I would attend.

So tonight was the first meeting. I was excited to be going... more so for the opportunity to NOT to be the outsider anymore, the opportunity to hopefully make those life-long friends that I long to have... friends I can trust and that are there for me... friends that are at the same place in their life that I am. Chris came home from work, I fed Aiden, I left... sadly, on the way to the church I hit a pothole and destroyed my tire. :-( We're still not sure if it's the tire or if I messed up my rim as well. Hopefully we can find out tomorrow. Maybe I can go to the next meeting without it being so eventful... we shall see! Here's to hoping