Week's end with thanks
- Trusting God for Change this weekend as we study the gospel of grace!
- Dear Nana who’s lovin’ on my babes.
- The Justice Conference.
- That Jeff gets some blessed time to be filled.
- Kids running laps around the house, running themselves exhausted.
- Two happy faces, hands waving from the window.
- First time not crying when I left them! 🙂
- Clarification and kindness.
- A great team.
- Looking ahead.
- Focusing here.
- Trusting God for each step.
- Teaching kids to trust.
- Heidi plopped on the couch, eyes glued to Priscilla Shirer on the TV.
- Both kids enraptured as Priscilla went through the “Who God Is” list from Scripture. Tears in my eyes. God is amazing!
- People watching.
- Unexpected family night.
- How God works all things together.
- Ellie.
- Angela Davis’ kindness.
- Zondervan’s no but feeling so encouraged!
- Ch. 3 & 4 complete!
- People who pray.
- Tea.
- Coconut milk.
- That I don’t have a baby with me on the airplane. 😉
- That I can count on Him to be faithful.
- That next week, Lord willing, I’ll be somewhere sunny and warm. 🙂
- That He orders our steps.
- Planting primroses in the front yard with the kids.
- Hands in the dirt.
- Everything coming up! Green shoots everywhere.
- Sunny days.
- Kids riding bikes at the park.
- Their crazy imaginations.
- Being a shark.
- Falling asleep in her bed.
- Building the Lego Tantive IV with Dutch.
- Devouring corn muffins.
- Nutella on graham crackers.
- His Word that feeds me every day.
- That He forgives …. again and again and again.
- Amazing grace, how sweet.
Happy Weekend! Thanks for reading.
Life in the blender…
When we pray for God to pour us out we never intend that He might blenderize us first.
I told the girls in my mentor group: “I feel like I’ve been in a blender.”
A God-ordained blender that’s chopping me, pureeing me, perhaps preparing me to be poured out? Or, just making me less chunky, easier to swallow. Whatever it is He’s doing, I can feel it.
Have you been through blenderized seasons before? For a few months things felt pretty still. We still had the whirlwind of ministry, Dutch’s birthday, and holidays, but my walk with the Lord felt pretty stable.
Then, as I’ve mentioned before, we began this study Discerning the Voice of God. Perhaps all His messages had been built up over the past few months of not listening carefully because they all seemed to come tumbling down at once. I shared with you already about Him saying to finish the book. Even though I reminded Him that there is no publisher yet. He keeps reminding me, I don’t need to know the end, just obey Him along the way.
Then this 4am thing. Really, Lord? Really. Ok. We keep getting up, day after day, week after week. It’s been 3 weeks now. The first few days were awesome, a sort of high. Then on day 3 I get up, do the study, and would you believe what He says?
Don’t drink coffee.
What?! What on earth? Where did that come from? I feel like it’s God (that thought would certainly not come from me!), write it down, but I put a question mark after. I want some straight-up confirmation before I swallow this word. The next day it’s the same thing, then again, then again. Our study that week?
How God repeats Himself in our lives until we’ll listen.
Ok, fine! I put the coffee pot in the back of the pantry, hide the coffee behind a can of beans, and brace myself for the 4am alarm.
Then the kids get sick. SO sick. Almost two full weeks they are sick and not sleeping at night so we’re not sleeping and I keep asking if I can quit this writing/early morning/no coffee gig and God keeps saying No. Gently, lovingly He says No.
Keep going.
Really, God? I feel like a child. Asking just one more time if I can have something. I find myself taken aback at His firmness. Really? I’m reminded of my children when they’re trying to process a firm No. Really, Mommy? Really we can’t get out of bed a single time? Really you mean I have to finish every single bite of peas if I want a treat?
Something else comes up. Something I don’t want to do. Something I have the perfect excuse for not doing. In fact, outwardly it makes sense for me not to do it. But you know what? He visits me in prayer — tells me to do it. Tells me He knows my heart and even though I have the perfect excuse He knows my heart. I can’t use an outward excuse to cover what’s really in my heart.
Ouch. Can You turn off the blender please?
No answer.
But then the week goes by and I go for my weekend run. I don’t want to. So tired. Not enough sleep. I go, and somehow feeling weakest I run the farthest. Could when I am weak then I am strong be more of a reality than I think?
And it’s on the hill when He says it. Or when I feel it:
That most of the time we don’t know what we’re training for.
God has the perfect preparation–training plan–for whatever it is that He’s called you to. Only He knows. Your training plan is probably not 4am and no coffee. Yours might be an ongoing commitment to a relationship you’d rather avoid. It might be living with your parents and living on pennies while you put your husband through school. It might be staying at a job you hate and working with a person you struggle to love (and struggle to not strangle). It might be a sick child or parent you’re called to care for despite the emotional and physical exhaustion.
You’re training for something. And it’s as if He’s placed dumbells by our bed. And each morning we’re supposed to pick them up, lift, do reps, train and strengthen ourselves. For what?
Only He knows.
But He does know. Nothing’s wasted. The struggle is making you stronger and there will be a day–like my 5+ mile run today–when you’re surprised by how strong you have become.
Because He’s been training you … in the blender.
{Are there ways your life feels like a blender today? Are you unsure of what He’s training you for? I pray for the grace to trust Him along the way. He’s so good, amen? We can trust Him. Thanks for reading.}
On Mothering: A Beautiful Waste
I tiptoe in the dark, kneel down by Heidi’s bed, gather her up into my arms, then ease into the rocking chair. Her coughing eases into sleep as I remember these words …
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Mary tiptoed into the room, quietly knelt, and broke her alabaster flask, anointing Jesus’ feet.
The cost of that flask was almost a year’s wages–equivalent to 40-50 Thousand, dollars–all contained in her flask. It was probably her dowry, her worth as a marriageable woman.
All she owned.
Broken, poured out, wasted on Jesus’ feet of all things. The disciples, very logically and wisely, insisted there would certainly be a better use of those resources than dumping $50,000 on Jesus’ feet!
I would have thought the same thing.
Or, wouldn’t it have been so much smarter, to pour the oil into three containers, use 1/3 of the money for the poor, 1/3 of the money for her dowry, and a 1/3 of the oil use to offer to Jesus? That seems wise. Or, she could have worshiped him with words, she could have hugged Him, kissed Him, praised Him. Come on, I mean, really?! You have to waste all that good money by dumping it on the floor?
But Jesus thought it was a beautiful waste. He commends her, and then amazingly chooses to record it in Scripture, so that this woman’s story would be told around the world for the rest of history to know.
He thought her waste was beautiful.
Before she died at 95 my dear Aunt Lois shared these timeless words of truth:
But the important qualification for that truth is that nothing’s wasted that is given to God. Lots is wasted. People waste their lives all the time. The woman in the story could have dumped her alabaster flask into the trash and it would have truly been wasted. Utterly wasted.
But “wasted” on the feet of Jesus meant that not a drop was wasted, it was invested with the highest return–the glory of God, the worship of Jesus, the love and praise of the Savior.
That is beautiful waste.
And the beauty of the anointing wasn’t in the value of the flask’s contents–it was in the value of the sacrifice. We know throughout Scripture, from Abraham to David to the widow with the two mites to Mary and her flask, that the value of our offering is not in what we give, but in what we give up. Yes, there is a double meaning there. What we give up is what we sacrifice, which is the true measure of our worship. And, what we give up is given upwards to God, with His glory as the intended aim.
The value of our worship is what we give up, what we waste for His sake in response to His extravagant love for us.
What is my sacrifice? What is your sacrifice? What is our alabaster flask, what it is we can waste on his feet?
I had asked this. Waited. Asked God to show me.
The one thing He mentioned made tears slip silently down my cheek.
Giving up my time, my ambitions, my dreams, my preferences, to lay down my life for my kids, to giving every ounce of my being to investing in them to be Christ followers, Kingdom advancers, lovers of God. That seems so natural, but for me it’s not. Often it’s hard. Giving time and energy to writing and teaching God’s Word is not a sacrifice for me. It’s fun. Thrilling. Rewarding. Studying, reading, learning, teaching—all of those things are good and I’ll keep doing them, but they are not really a sacrifice.
Mommying.
A silent tear slipped down my cheek as I realized that was my alabaster flask. How appropriate that as I prayed those words I was holding my sick daughter upright to keep her from coughing, bouncing her softly and letting her pat my face with her soft, doughy hands, kissing her feverish, sweaty head.
Right there in my arms was the answer to my question.
Where is yours?
What is yours?
I’m praying for God to show me how to live this beautiful waste, how to fight the gnawing hunger for productivity, turn the clock to the wall, and wastefully invest in the two precious souls He’s entrusted to my care. One of them is coughing, so I must go. Let my life be a beautiful waste, O God.
{Soaking up these words from a few years ago … true today just as they were then. Thanks for reading.}
Week's end with thanks
- This. How on earth can I ever get anything done when she’s so cute?!!
- That my babies are finally better! (Don’t know if you can see how pale she still is and both have cracked, blistered lips from their fevers. Poor babes!
- Strawberry cupcakes, pastel pink frosting, fresh rose petals on top. (Thank you, Debra!)
- Heart-shaped french toast for her birthday dinner.
- Her, all shy smiles, truly enjoying every minute of her quiet birthday night.
- Giving her the floor all evening.
- Listening to her talk.
- Asking her questions.
- Letting her pick her outfit: Hello Kitty t-shirt and butterfly-camo pants.
- God’s grace and strength for the Faithfully Frugal workshop.
- Excited to do more!
- Gracious friends.
- Support.
- Love.
- GRACE.
- Camaraderie moms.
- Grace Moments.
- Sweet Heidi on my lap.
- The best Valentine’s Day. Truly. All four of us sick as dogs, a pretty miserable day, then dear people bringing us dinner, gifts from WCC staff, toys for the kids. We feasted, played, snuggled and split a heart-shaped Reeses Peanut Butter Cup. Kids to bed, Jeff and I downed Nyquil and fell asleep in each other’s arms at 7:45pm, grinning ear to ear. Feeling so loved.
- Blog-genius friend.
- Generosity.
- Richard Foster.
- Angela Davis.
- Bethany Fegle’s smile.
- Lacey’s pictures of Tiffany.
- Fun times on KATU.
- A hysterical laugh when the Casting Director of TLC’s Extreme Cheapskate contacted us to see if we’d like to cast. I told him we probably didn’t qualify since we own two cars and take hot showers…
- Friday night date with my man!
- Getting stuck in the crazy rain-storm while out for a run. What do you do but laugh all the way home thinking about how ridiculous you look holding onto your hat in the sideways rain…
- Hot showers.
- The feeling of clean.
- Friends who bring dinner!
- Hot ‘n sour soup.
- Orange juice.
- Tea, tea, tea.
- Chapters 3 and 4 written …
- Believing Him.
- Priscilla Shirer’s blessed teaching!
- Being with Him each morning.
- Learning.
- Growing.
- Husband who fixes the garbage disposal.
- That God’s always fixing us … amazing grace.
Week's end with thanks … {the sickness edition}
Good morning, friends, it is 5:30am on Saturday morning. It has been a week. I have not written a single post (this week’s posts, thankfully, were written ahead) because I’ve had two very sick little children and haven’t felt so great myself. Jeff teased me that the last few days on the “Best of My Days” chart have been blank …
I took it as a challenge. Are there blessings in a week of sickness and blahs?
- The bedtime battle is non-existent. They beg for their beds and are almost asleep by the time I walk out the door.
- I only cooked one meal all week as all they had was fluids and fruit-sicles. Jeff and I were happy as clams with salads and freezer-soups.
- Last night I ran the dishwasher for the first time all week.
- There are no toys scattered on the floor.
- We’ve snuggled, literally for hours and hours and hours. When I think of how I’m getting nothing done I remind myself we’re tying heart-strings.
- There’s still nothing as wonderful as rocking a child.
- Falling asleep beside them in bed.
- Not much laundry when they stay in jammies all day.
- A week of cancelled plans can actually be a blessing.
- A husband who is amazing and gets up over and over and over at night to soothe coughs, get drinks, pray, and snuggle back to sleep.
- A warm, cozy home and a humidifier that works.
- Curled up on the couch holding kids, listening to Jeff read Voyage of the Dawn Treader. Dutch, droopy-eyed, fighting sleep to listen intently.
- Blessed Danielle bringing over movies. Cars 2 saved the day when I was about to smash our few movies that had been played way too many times.
- Her minestrone soup.
- Azure’s raw honey soothing coughs and throats and sweetening Mama’s tea.
- Tea, tea, tea.
- On Friday finally escaping through the front door for an almost-5-mile run. Sooooo tired but it felt so good at the end!
- More time than usual to just sit, watch them chests rise and fall, study their faces, kiss their cheeks and the tops of their heads. They look so small when they are sick … such precious bodies, thank you Lord.
- Thanking God again and again that they are alive.
- Watching the miracle of our God-given bodies fight viruses and heal themselves.
- Praying lots.
Just another crazy God-story…
There is a buzz among the beloved Women’s Bible Study ladies right now … God Speaks! We’re journeying through Priscilla Shirer’s Discerning the Voice of God Study and it is phenomenal. It was so fun, this past week,, to hear from women — many! — with stories of how God truly is leading them, speaking to them, drawing them into new depths in their times with Him more than ever before. You can’t help but me moved by this work God is obviously doing — thank you, Lord!
And can I just share another crazy God-story? So, recently I have been praying and feeling burdened about finishing the book (I’m writing Sacred Mundane the book). People kept asking me how it was going and my answer was, “It’s not going. I have no time to write a book!” It was true. With Bible study, speaking, ministry, family, two kids, blah blah blah… when on earth was I supposed to carve out time to write? Even my Friday “writing-days” have been full with other things for almost four months. Not a single word more had been written (besides the first few chapters already completed).
So during the first week of this study this seemed to be the topic of conversation between me and God. He kept bringing it up, through prayer and through the innocent inquiries of other people. I kept saying I didn’t know what to do. So He started hinting.
First, a conversation with a godly woman I know. I’ve often wondered, “How do you do it all?” She finally shared that she goes to bed early each night then rises between 3:30-5am to begin the day.
Excuse me? You rise before 5am? I had been battling just being up by 6am! (And losing that battle, I might add.) Surely, she was just plain crazy. But it lingered with me …
Then, as I prepared to write a week’s 52 Bites post, another one stood out to me. Get Up Earlier was the title. I didn’t even read the rest of the entry … I could guess what it said! Then, finally, yesterday I went to my weekly 6am prayer meeting. A group of sweet women have been meeting for two years and every week God faithfully shows up. This particular morning there were fewer women than normal so apparently I was going to be getting some questions about my life:
They asked pointedly about the book. I explained: No time, blah blah blah.
My lame answer didn’t satisfy them one bit. They prayed like nobody’s business. They called out to God and asked Him to miraculous open up time, lead me, show me where to say no, to make me more efficient. They offered to watch my kids (!), these women are amazing. Then just as we left one of the older gals mentioned that God had led her recently to get up at 4am each morning, to do some of her own writing work. And she’s near 70! Perhaps … I went home walking on clouds — God was clearly leading.
Talk about a quick answer. That day was divine. Our chores and homeschooling were done earlier than normal. The week’s laundry got done. The ironing got done. The kids were happy. I even had a friend over and got a haircut! I wrote a half a chapter during Heid’s nap! The kicker: Because my mom’s foot has healed so well my parents offered to come in on Mondays and hang with the kids so I can write.
AMAZING. All in one day. The only tricky thing that remained was this running schedule. I had felt led by God to do this half-marathon to support my friend Shawna. No way I was backing out of that. But half-marathon training is time consuming! Even just 4-5 hours a week is time when a lot of words could be written … but God could sort through that too.
So last night, I told Jeff my plan, expecting me to say I was crazy. He didn’t. In fact, he said he’d get up too. (My sweet man!) So at 4am that morning my alarm chimed and, by His miraculous power, I got up!
After a sweet hour of real quiet time, talking back and forth with the Lord (which was amazing in and of itself) I opened my computer to write. As my email popped up I noticed a message concerning Shawna’s half-marathon. This, the very first morning of getting up early by faith to write, I began to read … smiled … shook my head.
Her half-marathon run was switched to a 10k.
What? Half the distance? Instead of more than 13 miles I’d now be running 6.2??
Crazy.
Really, God? You are amazing. A 10k will still let me be in great shape and keep me regularly exercising, without the tremendous time-commitment of training for a half-marathon. There will be time to write Sacred Mundane.
Sometimes you just have to stop and worship.
I just had to share this. Our God is so personal! For the last few months, I’ll confess, I felt like something was missing. This is it. Communing with God and LISTENING to Him. Not going through the motions. Not striving, stressing, worrying. Listening.
He is up to something great in your life. Perhaps, today, stop for a moment and ask Him what it is…
{THANK YOU for reading, and I welcome your continued prayers throughout this adventure.}
The Best of My Days {January}
For Christmas a friend gave me a beautiful and unique hand-made gift: The Best of My Days. Twelve simple pages, labeled for each month, with long and narrow and numbered space for each day. Just enough room to write a few words for each day of the year — the best of my days. I hung it right above my kitchen sink, where I can see it all the time. And this simple exercise, of reflecting each day on one simple joy, has been a delightful and unexpected part of my 2012. I love the Week’s end with thanks and will continue to do it, but thought at month’s end it’d be fun to just share the best of my days. (Make your own!)
- Aunt Lois celebrating in heaven!
- Afternoon with Elisa.
- Playing Star Wars under the squirrel tree.
- Kids so contented, obedient, joyful.
- Running through pasture, laughing, Heidi in arms.
- Pickel the Pirate — Heidi won!
- Joanna D is having a baby!
- Mace Windu and Yoda lightsabers — Happy Dutch!
- Faithfulness w/ Facilitator’s gathering.
- Clean, cozy, sweats all day — love my home.
- Curled up with Prince Caspian & Newell girls.
- Cup of tea in the kitchen with Melody.
- Heidi asleep in sunglasses and stocking cap.
- The Gospel of Grace!
- WOU girls’ prayers & home early and safe!
- Writing Family Mission Statement w/ my man.
- Day in the snow! Daddy surprise come home.
- Clean-out-the-freezer-soup.
- Calm My Anxious Heart.
- The Nines, Megan, squid, red tea!
- Waterfront run! Amazing!
- I Serve Here class SO good…
- Praying with April.
- Woman flooding in for God’s Word.
- Just Ellie & Matt. My sweet Jeff’s care.
- Nicole, Kelli, Jenni at CC.
- Elisa, oregano oil & a 4-mile run!
- Another lovely sunny 4-mile run!
- Dutch self-control in Sunday School – yay!
- Blessed evening at Yarcos — kids, smiles, dino nuggets!
- Priscilla Shirer BRINGIN’ IT in HS teaching. TY Lord!
#4 Establish Your Evening Routine {52 bites}
It is 6:49pm as I type this — evening routine time — and I’m sick in bed. (Just a cold, but I’m wiped out.) I can hear Jeff reading Prince Caspian and I can also hear Heidi running circles around the house announcing that pixie dust is making her fly. I’m not sure if this is exactly what Jeff has intended for her to do but I’m too tired to get up and check. Jeff’s voice continues, the Narnia narrative unbroken, although she now has an egg-shaker and has broken into a gibberish song. I can envision exactly what Dutch is doing: Leaning close to Jeff, listening, in a trance as Jeff reads the story. He loves story time, and Heidi loves to run circles around the house singing nonsense.
Sometimes it really is a circus around here.
But for all the glorious circus-ness, I do love love love our routine. The chore cards are helping our mornings and our evening routine is a sanity-saver to be sure. The kid’s nighttime routine has been in place for years now:
- Bath
- Put on jammies
- Snack
- Brush teeth
- Rock, read, pray
I’m pretty sure most parents of youngsters have the ole’ bedtime routine down pat.
But what about for us?
Do adults need their own bedtime routine?
Tsh says absolutely and I think it’s not a bad idea.
She suggests establishing a simple 5-part evening routine, little things that you’ll be glad you did in the morning. This, coupled with your 5-part morning routine, provide bookends of order for every single day. A little routine to frame whatever circus-ness your day has held. And, although it might sound appealing to flip on the TV or settle down into some serious Facebook time, consider how some evening intentionality might seriously simplify and beautify your life. Tsh’s ideas include:
• Take a shower • Clean the kitchen • Yoga, or some other stretches • Read your Bible • Journal • Make the kids’ lunches for school • Set out your clothes for tomorrow • Dump your brain (project 19) • Write your to-do list for tomorrow (project 38) • Do a quick, 15-minute clutter pick-up
So, my evening routine:
- Clean kitchen
- Quick 15-minute clutter pick-up
- Look over tomorrow’s to-do list
- Talk to Jeff
- Pray
You may have noticed that I am in fact blogging right now and not talking to Jeff or praying. That’s because I’m sick so I can do whatever I want. Plus it’s only 7:07pm. My goal is just to have the computer off by 8pm so I can wind down and be prayed-up and well-rested for the next day.
Here’s why I love an evening routine: Mornings are hard. Whether or not your a morning person it’s still hard to get up and get going and get everything done before the break of day. Starting the night before sets yourself up for success. Laying out clothes, programming the coffee pot, making sack-lunches, laying out Bible study materials, whatever will help you wind down, rest, reflect, and prepare for the next day — that what should be included in your evening routine.
{So what will you include in yours? I’d love to hear … and now, I’m off to bed. Thanks for reading.}
Bonus: A little humor for your Friday …
Week's end with thanks
- Adam’s on sale.
- 221 women wanting to hear God’s Word!
- Peach cobbler.
- Generous Furmans.
- Discerning the Voice of God.
- Classical Conversations.
- Community Group taco night!
- Another baby on the way! (Not me!)
- Gift of forty-pounds of local boneless, skinless chicken breasts! Only God could know what a blessing this was to me!
- Sunny day for errands.
- Coming down with a cold … a good opportunity for rest.
- Sleep, sleep, and more sleep.
- Nyquil.
- Sleepytime tea.
- Oregano oil.
- Kids devouring chicken.
- Four-mile run outside on a beautiful sunny afternoon!
- Reading Matthew’s account of Jesus on the cross. Reading slow, so good to revisit again and again.
- Slowing to hear.
- Choosing to obey.
- Wanting to grow.
- Voices that lift.
- People who listen.
- Praying together.
- Laughter.
- Days bathed in grace.
- Working together.
- Teams.
- People who are really good at what they do!
- Refunds.
- Raw honey.
- Fridge full of fresh organic Fujis!
- White apple flesh, crisp, sweet, juicy.
- No plans for a Saturday.
- Time to write.
- Their silly laughter floating through the house.
- Heidi running silly, “Pixie dust is making me fly!”
- Frost like a dusting of powdered sugar.
- Tasty hunk of cornbread sent from Nan.
- Looking forward to RDG Sunriver weekend!
- Coffee hot.
- Unbroken by Laura Hillenbrand.
- Broken, but in the Master’s Shop by Debra Kent.
- That brokenness is the first step to wholeness.
- Our great and gentle God.
- His voice that is tender, loving, kind.
- Planning to hear, obey, act.
- Smiling at the day.
- Knowing there will be more grace whenever we’re in need.
#1 Eat Your Frog {52 Bites}
We’ve talked about eating frogs before …
You know, your frog. That same one thing, one job that you avoid doing. Loathe doing. Grumble about doing.
Do you remember what we are to do with it?
Do it first.
Very first thing, after your fill-your-cup morning routine: Eat that frog and be done with it. You’ll have so much more energy having conquered the worst part of your day, and everything else will feel like dessert to-dos after already swallowing the frog-part. Tsh Oxenreider lists this as the first step to simplifying life, quoting Mark Twain:
“Eat a live frog every morning, and nothing worse will happen to you the rest of the day."
Such a simple habit that reaps beautiful rewards. Every morning, thank God for work.Thank Him, by faith, for the “worst” work you have ahead. Then get that worst part over with. Whether it’s exercising or scrubbing toilets or doing the laundry, git ‘er done and enjoy the rest of your day.
Who knows, between the gratitude and go-after-it attitude you might even find yourself enjoying that frog.
This time around my frog has been exercise. Not that I loathe it, I actually like exercise, but when the whirlwind of September hit I let it go by the wayside and it never returned.
Until now. I’m devouring that little sucker.
I admit, I actually had no aspirations of eating this frog. But then a friend roped me into running Hood to Coast this summer (thankful for you, Dani!) and then a friend asked if I’d run a half-marathon in April. I decided not to then found that that same half-marathon was going to be a support-run for my friend Shawna who is battling Stage 4 cancer.
I couldn’t say no to that.
Although I tried to. With dark, stormy weather and two kids there was no way I’d have time to train.
Then someone gave us a treadmill.
Ok, I get it!
So, I downloaded the training plan and I’m three weeks in.
Frog eating isn’t so bad.
What’s your frog? If it happens to be exercise, join the club. You can do the same 12-week training if you like and we’ll hold each other accountable … I’ll annoy you by emailing you each week to see how you’re doing.
Do you know what your frog is? Sit down, look it in the eyes …
and eat it!
{Happy frog-eating Fridays! I’m off to run. Thanks for reading …}