Going for God

I am seriously in love with the Olympics.

There is something so amazing and inspiring about athletes from all over the world, coming together in one place to showcase their talents and passions. The dedication they Imageput in, the hours of blood, sweat, and tears, the pain, the glory; it all seems so unfathomable.

And while the flags are being raised, the anthem is being sung, and the glimmer of all that dedication comes steaming down their faces, I can’t help but get choked up and reflect at my own life and where I put my time and dedication.

Where are my dreams in the priority of my day to day life?

Where does my passion lie?

And what might my life look like if I pursued and sought God like an Olympian?

I have dreams…..

To be a missionary. To pack up an RV and hit the road going from city to city doing disaster relief. I want to be a writer. I want to use my words to bring people closer to God. I want to be a mom, and to raise a family.  I want to run a race. To make my body lean and strong and run through the wind towards the finish line.

But above all, my biggest dream should be: to pursue God with every ounce of strength and energy I have.

And if that was the focus in my life, if that is what drove me and motivated me, wouldn’t the rest fall into place?

Sometimes, I get caught up in the day to day so much, that I feel like I am sleep walking through life. I lose the passion and the fire that makes this life beautiful. I put off my dreams for another day, I dip my toe in the pole of depression, and I let days fly by me like seconds. I am daydreaming and hoping for brighter days, but lay paralyzed in the stagnant pool of despair and normality.

God did not design me to live a dreamless life.

And more than that, he didn’t design me to dream and not achieve. He wants to fill my life with Blessings, He wants to see me succeed and live  fulfilled. But, He won’t do it for me.

If I want to be a writer, I must pray, seek Him, and write.

If I want to be a runner: I must pray, seek and run.

And in all hopes in dreams I must follow that model:

1. Pray: Share with God my hopes. my fears. Talk to Him like a daughter would to her dad about the things that matter to me. Brainstorm. Dream. Share my life with Him.

2. Seek God: Seek Him in every step. Ask Him where to go:then go. . Let Him walk with me, step by step in each milestone. When I hit a roadblock in my plan,I must seek his guidance and ask for His strength.

3. DO IT: With God walking (or running) right there next to me I can achieve my dreams. He has now paved the road, and all I have to do is run on it. And with each step I will know and feel that God is with me.
Suddenly, that dream isn’t so scary. The goals aren’t so high. When we use God in our lives, everything starts to look a little less intimating.

I will probably never be an Olympian, but that was never really my dream. Instead, I will pursue my OWN passions and dreams with God with the same hard work that an Olympian does.

And when this life is over, I will die a champion, and my God will greet me with a hug and a high five and be proud of what I have done here on earth.  I will make my dad PROUD. Who doesn’t want to see that?

Dream Big.


Seek God.

Do it.



I love you all and can’t wait to share our dreams and achievements with each other.



A Mirror Image

I am a Facebooker. I have apps on my phone and my IPad for the times I am away from my home computer, where I always have it up. This alone isn’t a problem. I mean Facebook is great for staying connecting, networking, and keeping in touch with friends and family. But I don’t always use it for that….

For me, the balancing act is using Facebook to check in and not to check up on my own insecurities and doubts by comparing myself to others. This has been harder of a balancing act while I struggle with my weight and the self esteem issues that come with it.

But to compare myself to others, and with that comparison, strive to change myself or feel poorly about who I am, is such a deprecating thing to do to God.

It’s saying that what he made is flawed or not as beautiful as other things he’s created.

It’s ungrateful.  It’s like receiving a beautiful, hand made, knitted sweater as a gift but as you hold it up to your body, you can’t help but think of that perfect navy sweater you saw in the window at the mall. You no longer see the love in the stitching, the time it took to craft it to perfection, the character and depth it has. You want more. You want better.

In Psalms 139:12 it says “ Oh yes, you shaped me first inside- then out” (The Message)

God crafted us from the inside first, then out. But each were perfect to him. Each were made and crafted to his perfection, so who are we to look at it and say it’s not good enough?

Psalms goes on in verse 13-15  “ I thank you High God- you’re breathtaking! Body and soul, I am marvelously made! I worship in adoration- what a creation!”

Sometimes, I look at what God has created and I wish I could be better. In doing this, I miss the love, the time and the uniqueness that God put into making me. I miss out on an opportunity to praise Him for what he has done.

I feel like we all can strive everyday to be “better” as a Christian, or to fix the sin in our lives that separates us from God. But when we scroll through Facebook and want to BE someone else, that’s a dangerous path.

God didn’t want me to be anyone but me. In fact, I should look at what he has marvelously made and rejoice Him! He gave me brown hair because it makes me beautiful to Him. I am tall because He wanted me to be tall. Everything I am is because He knew my life’s story and created me to live it.

My flaws are so beautiful to Him. My body is perfect to Him. My laugh, my teeth, my eyes, they are all woven into a unique masterpiece that was created to fulfill some void this world would have if I was not in it.

In short, I am the most beautiful, perfect and glorious ME I can be. Striving for anything else just takes my eyes off of God.

For me, I think it becomes a very thin line between striving to be a better version of yourself and striving to be a different person.

Can I get an Amen to that?

For example, I look at friends who are competing in races ( which I have ALWAYS wanted to do)  and instead of using is as MOTIVATION to complete my own dream, I use it as self-deprecation that who I am isn’t good enough.

The kicker: God loves me just as much if I’m out of shape or fit and running a race. He loves me in my struggles and my victories. I don’t need to “fix” myself to win His love, I just need to be me, the ME He created.

Because comparing myself to others is not only harmful to myself, but it breaks God’s heart.

He sees my mess and thinks its beautiful. How humbling is that??