tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7604553551845393092024-03-13T20:48:21.480-06:00The Dellinger's DoingsWhen You Don't Know The Next Step... You Walk By FaithAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06832537862634218120noreply@blogger.comBlogger92125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-760455355184539309.post-4241229225472645972014-12-09T10:53:00.001-07:002014-12-09T10:54:52.932-07:00If I Can, You Can<div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">A week ago, I wasn't sure that I should have signed up for a second half marathon. Now, I'm sitting here scanning races for my next. </span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Yes. It's hard to run 13.1 miles.. For me it is, anyway. But the amazing feeling of accomplishment is unreal. </span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">I tell people all of the time.. If I can do it, you can do it. I'm <b>39, overweight and have FULL PLATE OF RESPONSIBILITIES</b>. I have to work at scheduling running time, especially the long runs ( 1 hour +). I haven't been able to get my nutrition just right and so that's been a challenge, too. </span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRjnHE5fQzFNFJhqtnNoPvGKprHdEq51H58LU_nqa9l4rlyfnPZWY3ipuXGdrOx2yCf7xXd7JOlDYxyquNuoYAFvaXqEoS25vzNPYrcQETyctYIb8B0_gn9kQb6C8lVTZfXz8YTFgBCCY/s640/blogger-image-824776549.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><font color="#000000"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRjnHE5fQzFNFJhqtnNoPvGKprHdEq51H58LU_nqa9l4rlyfnPZWY3ipuXGdrOx2yCf7xXd7JOlDYxyquNuoYAFvaXqEoS25vzNPYrcQETyctYIb8B0_gn9kQb6C8lVTZfXz8YTFgBCCY/s640/blogger-image-824776549.jpg"></font></a></div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Here's a myth: running makes you skinny. Truth: eating right along with running will help you lose weight. My next adventure is to figure out how to get those two in balance and get to a healthy size and weight for me. </span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">I have to say, the two races that I chose were amazing experiences. The Chosen and the Rock and Roll Marathons were great races and I have nothing, but great things to say about both!</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikD2e0qccHYu3Em7_9CB_9-6IJ9vZQS3I-u7rUMR1DsGj1A02xSic5kMS-bDHP-jZVqToH5_TMtuAaU4ptV9pTfl0G7k8PY2ipIG_Dfj8BNo1Dk99XUkITrAG48n4gZB6s6hvC3OtHsPQ/s640/blogger-image-1447631326.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><font color="#000000"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikD2e0qccHYu3Em7_9CB_9-6IJ9vZQS3I-u7rUMR1DsGj1A02xSic5kMS-bDHP-jZVqToH5_TMtuAaU4ptV9pTfl0G7k8PY2ipIG_Dfj8BNo1Dk99XUkITrAG48n4gZB6s6hvC3OtHsPQ/s640/blogger-image-1447631326.jpg"></font></a></div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUzK7HACqWgKE1SEldUPlZrwuBMY7ZG2gXThXi9G21xzZ6zydqsNDNd6pCdJ36bKtS4ursrrJ0xP2ALW7U0p1SIoGLdEaM_i0Z1nH3xyQFZPAr4xQ1aiAGEgiYPye6gZjqjmD8qS14FyQ/s640/blogger-image--521787391.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><font color="#000000"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUzK7HACqWgKE1SEldUPlZrwuBMY7ZG2gXThXi9G21xzZ6zydqsNDNd6pCdJ36bKtS4ursrrJ0xP2ALW7U0p1SIoGLdEaM_i0Z1nH3xyQFZPAr4xQ1aiAGEgiYPye6gZjqjmD8qS14FyQ/s640/blogger-image--521787391.jpg"></font></a></div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBNbJuS58oYjbEoRltj-tsgTdeKrVEPGMvuFgjGhrkjumluqzpKuXZTggeaBCV3ZlnQH0dD-bPatPRbFT4GYd0oqEJbE1fgSg2mnS3PPoFlNG-McWECuPwyxcmxGkLLyRuvGlwgvq0_Ow/s640/blogger-image--1299879145.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><font color="#000000"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBNbJuS58oYjbEoRltj-tsgTdeKrVEPGMvuFgjGhrkjumluqzpKuXZTggeaBCV3ZlnQH0dD-bPatPRbFT4GYd0oqEJbE1fgSg2mnS3PPoFlNG-McWECuPwyxcmxGkLLyRuvGlwgvq0_Ow/s640/blogger-image--1299879145.jpg"></font></a></div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Now my only question is: what's my next race?!!!</span></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06832537862634218120noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-760455355184539309.post-42438096867384855092014-05-06T20:28:00.001-06:002014-05-06T22:09:19.491-06:00An Unexpected GiftSeveral weeks ago, I posted a <a href="http://instagram.com/p/mNkXvtIT6G/" target="_blank">picture</a> on my Instagram account . It was a snapshot of a Land's End catalog with a pair of sandals circled. My mom had looked through the catalog and found pair of sandals that she wanted. On this particular day, she had put the Land's End catalog on the kitchen counter, next to the coffee maker (she knows my daily routine, coffee first, always first). What is so special about this is that my mom has not worn any type of sandal since the stroke because she has to wear a brace on her affected side to support her leg, ankle, and foot. When I saw that she was interested in a sandal, something different, it made me a little sentimental. I tagged Land's End on the picture and within a few hours, someone from the company commented on my picture and asked me to contact them. I emailed them and heard back from a wonderful new friend named, Raija. I told her a little bit of my mom's story, that she had suffered a massive stroke four years ago and faces many daily challenges. I shared with her that my mom's speech was affected and that she isn't able to communicate with words, but she finds many creative ways to get her point across. Raija and I emailed back and forth about my mom's situation. She shared with me that her grandfather had suffered a stroke and that is why our story touched her heart. She wanted to know what types of things my mom enjoys doing or what hobbies she might have.
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We were overwhelmed and grateful. Not only did they send us the sandals that my mom wanted, Raija also added a personalized bag, a beautiful blanket and some word search books that my mom would enjoy. I want to express how much this meant to us. The journey with a loved one that requires constant care and supervision can become overshadowed by the monotony of daily tasks and challenges. I will admit that some days, I forget to look for the blessings or take time to notice the progress that my mom has made. The fact that Land's End would take the time to notice a picture and want to brighten my mom's day helped to restore my hope and realize that we aren't alone on our journey. We deal with bouts of isolation and it's easy to feel like no one notices the challenges we face. My faith has been recharged and I am inspired to look for ways to be a blessing to others. Thank you Raija and Land's End for your thoughtfulness and generosity. You have blessed us beyond measure!</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06832537862634218120noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-760455355184539309.post-63408983014016448482013-07-21T15:49:00.001-06:002013-07-21T15:49:06.168-06:00Photo Book<object width="425" height="425" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab" classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000"><param name="movie" value="http://images-community.shutterfly.com/flashapps/slideshow/slideshow-ui.swf"/><param name="flashvars" value="configXMLURL=http://images-community.shutterfly.com/flashapps/slideshow/config/config-share.xml&slideshowModuleURL=http://images-community.shutterfly.com/flashapps/slideshow/slideshow-module.swf&projectGUID=0AYuWbVi0bt2OsIO&swfName=slideshowFlashContent&showReplay=true"/><param name="menu" value="false"/><param name="quality" value="best"/><param name="wmode" value="transparent"/><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"/><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"/><embed width="425" height="425" align="middle" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" name="wrapper" quality="best" menu="false" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" flashvars="configXMLURL=http://images-community.shutterfly.com/flashapps/slideshow/config/config-share.xml&slideshowModuleURL=http://images-community.shutterfly.com/flashapps/slideshow/slideshow-module.swf&projectGUID=0AYuWbVi0bt2OsIO&swfName=slideshowFlashContent&showReplay=true" src="http://images-community.shutterfly.com/flashapps/slideshow/slideshow-ui.swf"></embed></object><p style="width:425px;margin-top:0;text-align:center;"><a href="http://share.shutterfly.com/action/welcome?sid=0AYuWbVi0bt2LC-g&cid=SFLYOCWIDGET&eid=115">Click here to view this photo book larger</a><div style="margin-top: 10px; width: 425px; text-align: center;">You'll love Shutterfly's award-winning <a href="http://www.shutterfly.com/photo-books" style="color: #6666cc;">photo books</a>. 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You see, when he decided to become my father, he didn't have nine months to let it sink in and get used to the idea. He and my mom were literally given the option of taking me home with them immediately or not at all. And if you've ever spent any time getting to know my parents, you'll know that they stepped up and overnight became parents, no hesitation.</div><div><br></div><div>I always marvel at how they just did it. Just said yes and became my grace. They completely changed their lives and sacrificed their plans for me. </div><div><br></div><div>So when I think about my dad, I look at him and see a father that chose me. He loves me, still would make any sacrifice necessary for me.. He is full of wisdom and an honorable man. He gives without expecting anything in return and loves unconditionally. He is a true example of my Heavenly Father's love and grace.</div><div> </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinknu8LVAPRTyPUNlHMJgAHTgUw6aJKLY3l3_Bpo9Wvl2QUIRYtcf6EVc8_PAjd1dQr9VVkBkx6M2zQg0TpUScdTx6THnv-bLbTYxYCgFpgjI-51oeOh73AzFRK_l5b7MUPFjOBa0BiQ4/s640/blogger-image--386938133.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinknu8LVAPRTyPUNlHMJgAHTgUw6aJKLY3l3_Bpo9Wvl2QUIRYtcf6EVc8_PAjd1dQr9VVkBkx6M2zQg0TpUScdTx6THnv-bLbTYxYCgFpgjI-51oeOh73AzFRK_l5b7MUPFjOBa0BiQ4/s640/blogger-image--386938133.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div><br></div><div>Thank you, Daddy. Happy Father's Day. </div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06832537862634218120noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-760455355184539309.post-7688860774481948412013-05-08T08:17:00.001-06:002013-05-08T08:18:24.398-06:00A Prayer From A Stepmom<div>Lord, this responsibility that I have accepted seems to be overwhelming some days. These precious hearts and souls that I've been entrusted with are always on my mind.</div><div><br></div><div>Help me, Lord, to see them through Your eyes, love them like You do, and understand their fears and frustrations with Your heart.</div><div><br></div><div>Hold my heart together when they call me by my first name and choose not to call me Mom. I know they already have a mother... But, oh, it's so hard when you love them like you've birthed them, yet you know there's always that defining line that identifies you not as their parent, but as the bonus parent. The person that came into their life because their parents aren't together anymore.</div><div><br></div><div>Keep my heart soft towards them in difficult times and help me to <b>always</b> point them towards You and to draw them closer to You. </div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgnGYJy3yZ8fqnbZY6B1N7mCSLtQZ4bvD-X2lQAgsK9BZUS4I5UdhF_nPA9bMhG-aklNg3Ckh1Bcp-I2ViMmeX8w20E1j2evJwtkvb2ZfyMt23PMnvcGsz_f5gXEzZXk1XvfTrlu-paIY/s640/blogger-image--1220018179.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgnGYJy3yZ8fqnbZY6B1N7mCSLtQZ4bvD-X2lQAgsK9BZUS4I5UdhF_nPA9bMhG-aklNg3Ckh1Bcp-I2ViMmeX8w20E1j2evJwtkvb2ZfyMt23PMnvcGsz_f5gXEzZXk1XvfTrlu-paIY/s640/blogger-image--1220018179.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div><br></div><div>Lord... these children are as much a part of me as their father is. I will be there to celebrate their highs, comfort them in their lows, and be their biggest fan in all they do. </div><div><br></div><div>Thank you, Lord... You've given me so much more than I deserve in these children. I count it all joy to be their stepmom. My cup runs over and over. </div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06832537862634218120noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-760455355184539309.post-42009324304633925762013-04-21T07:41:00.001-06:002013-04-21T07:41:23.471-06:00The Way Boys See ThingsWhen you're the lone girl in a family, you get used to hearing the blunt, straight-forward truth about things.<br />
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For instance, I had something in my eye that I just couldn't get out. After all three of my menfolk had looked and tried to see what it might be.. Cy says, "Well, what I can see is that one of your eyelashes looks like a broken tree branch. Maybe that's what is poking you?" <br />
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Really? Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06832537862634218120noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-760455355184539309.post-60906696194639210662013-03-25T16:13:00.001-06:002013-03-25T16:17:24.456-06:00Urgent Prayer RequestPlease pray for our friend, Amy Anderson. She was admitted to the hospital 11 days ago and later diagnosed with respiratory failure and bacterial pneumonia in both lungs. Due to the severity of the pneumonia, her condition deteriorated and she was placed on a ventilator. As of today, her condition has not improved, the pneumonia has spread and she is being transported to a new facility that can provide a more advanced ventilator. <br />
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Amy is the kind of person that you meet and NEVER forget. She is always happy, loving, and full of Jesus. Her family is very dear to mine and plainly said, Amy needs a miracle. Please join me in praying for them! <br/><br/><div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggGKbRoVSzb-9WYkw91weTZ6nR8OiFNkyXrfEhZKJiICFlzzetHf4k0vDNDGmCXzJB2nu82Nx73pLaqlT_zXnv_i4-b1sjs9GvEVOZBxB1fId8ZiFa0IUtzfQa0JeufXSSw-9XVcOrKZg/s640/blogger-image--741310625.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggGKbRoVSzb-9WYkw91weTZ6nR8OiFNkyXrfEhZKJiICFlzzetHf4k0vDNDGmCXzJB2nu82Nx73pLaqlT_zXnv_i4-b1sjs9GvEVOZBxB1fId8ZiFa0IUtzfQa0JeufXSSw-9XVcOrKZg/s640/blogger-image--741310625.jpg" /></a></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06832537862634218120noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-760455355184539309.post-40572381328730909482013-03-25T06:52:00.001-06:002013-03-25T06:52:58.547-06:00Bloglovin'<a href="http://www.bloglovin.com/blog/6443915/?claim=b3awaxbww4y">Follow my blog with Bloglovin</a>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06832537862634218120noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-760455355184539309.post-53550796169902459192013-02-07T11:07:00.001-07:002013-02-07T11:08:48.575-07:00Image ChangeI'm going through my clothes and pulling out warm weather clothes (cause it's been 70-80's for weeks now) and I'm happy to report that my clothes are fitting well or loosely. My clothing budget has been extremely limited for the past couple of years and so I made do with uncomfortable clothes because I couldn't really afford new ones. <br />
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I attempted to try to lose weight, but just wasn't successful. Finally, after attending a wedding weekend in September, where I was bothered that I hadn't been disciplined enough to get fit, I made the decision to make changes. No quick fixes. I made consistent changes with food portions and health choices. I exercised consistently. I allowed myself to be hungry sometimes.. try it, it's good for you. I began to juice and skip meat for a couple of days. After about a month, I finally saw a difference. My husband and family started seeing them, too. <br />
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I've still got a ways to go and don't always make good food choices, but it's become a way of life and that's what I like the most. The change isn't about self image, it's about self preservation.<br />
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Ohh.. and my clothes are thankful for it, too. I'm pretty sure that I heard them sigh. <br />
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It's a hard day for us though.. We put our sweet boys back on a plane to Colorado. The holidays are over and it's back to school and back to work. The boys will be back for the summer, but until then, we won't see them unless we make a trip there.<br />
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When they are here.. It's go-go-go! Three full loads of laundry a day. Mud and dirt and grass constantly tracked into the house. Rubberband gun wars, Nerf gun wars, wrestling matches, and football games. Countless PB&J's, bowls of cereal, dozens of eggs, bacon, and loaves and loaves of bread. We adults fall asleep standing up while the boys have more energy than a herd of wild bulls! <br />
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We wouldn't trade it for anything.. The weeks are never long enough and too far and few between.<br />
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If you got up early to make lunches and get them to school.. Count your blessings. <br />
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If you have to chauffeur them to soccer, football, or any other activity... Count your blessings.<br />
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If you have to help with hours of homework or projects... Count your blessings.<br />
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If they leave their clothes everywhere, toothpaste in the sink, and track muddy shoes through the house... Count your blessings.<br />
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We would do just about anything to have the day to day, monotonous, exhausting, daily routine with our boys. <br />
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For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn<br />
Fall on your knees<br />
Oh, hear the angel voices<br />
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Oh, night divine<br />
Oh, night when Christ was born<br />
Oh, night divine<br />
Oh night, oh night divine<br />
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This song has been in my heart for the entire Christmas season. I think it's the line that says, "the weary world rejoices, For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn" because let's face it, the holiday season can wear you out. And so can life. We all await moments that will inspire us. <br />
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Can you imagine that night.. The angels singing, Mary giving birth, knowing that the child she was delivering was sent to deliver us. Oh, what a night divine, indeed. Let us not forget to take time and "fall on our knees".... This is what brings us hope, peace, and strength. <br />
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Merry Christmas.. Happy Birthday Jesus. May we always remember that You are the reason that we celebrate!<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06832537862634218120noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-760455355184539309.post-44138577027277881202012-09-29T00:04:00.001-06:002012-09-29T00:04:16.889-06:00To Be or Not To Be.. A RunnerI ran six miles for the first time yesterday.. Well, to be honest, I think I probably walked one of them. I've been following a training program for a half marathon that I was hoping to compete in this coming November. The bad news is.. Due to budget constraints, I'm going to have to push my half marathon hopes into 2013. Still, I wanted to follow through on the training. <br />
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ANYWAY... I wasn't feeling 100% yesterday, but I knew that I might not get a long run in on Saturday since we have buckets and buckets o' rain in the forecast. I took off on my run and was struggling the first mile..and the second and third. I kept pushing through thinking it would get easier.. It NEVER did. It was so bad at one point that I was praying (out loud, while running), and asking God to help me make it.<br />
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When I finally got home, I was sore and my muscles were so tight. My husband asked me if I thought that maybe I should reconsider my dreams of being a seasoned runner. I quickly told him to zip his lips and rub me down with Blue-Emu. <br />
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Seriously though... Does anyone have any running advice for me. My five miles last week weren't a breeze, but they were so much easier than this week's six. Help!!!! Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06832537862634218120noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-760455355184539309.post-16936272420387058902012-09-24T22:06:00.001-06:002012-09-25T12:06:29.038-06:00A Day To PrayI was inspired by a Facebook post last night... A friend posted a status:<br />
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To all my friends (including me) who are going through some issues right now--Let's start an blessing avalanche. We all need to bless and lift our friends and family to the Father right now. If I don't see your name, I'll understand. May I ask my friends wherever you might be, to kindly copy, paste, and share this status for one hour to give a moment of support to all those who have family problems, health struggles, job issues, worries of any kind and just need to know that someone cares. Do it for all of us, for nobody is immune. I hope to see this on the walls of all my friends just for moral support. I know some will!! I did it for a friend and you can too. You have to copy & paste this one, no share button.<br />
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I know how important the power of prayer has been for me and my family. It has carried us through trials and storms.. It still carries us, daily. There's nothing that comforts more than knowing that there's someone out there praying for you when you need it most.<br />
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So I wanted to extend this challenge to all of my friends... Let's commit to pray for one another on a regular basis. Please leave your prayer request in the comments below or email me privately at amyelain@gmail.com <br />
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I'll be post a reminder every Tuesday and hopefully this will be an encouragement to all. I know it is to me!<br />
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Then he grabbed my hand and whispered in my ear..."Relax. You're beautiful. Perfect. You're with me.. It's ok. Don't let those girls intimidate you."<br />
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I fell in love with my husband again a thousand times over that night. He really is my better half.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06832537862634218120noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-760455355184539309.post-80022422787429921412012-08-05T20:38:00.001-06:002012-08-05T20:51:15.451-06:00Abraham's FaithI cannot imagine how Abraham felt when God asked him to give his son's life on that altar. The heartache and pain that he must have dealt with must have made his obedience that much more of a sacrifice. What faith he had.. No wonder he is called a hero of the faith. <br />
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Making the choice to move out of state without our boys moving with us has been the hardest decision that we've had to make as a husband and wife. Yet we know that God is leading us in this new direction. <br />
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So we choose to obey... although this obedience requires much sacrifice. <br />
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I'm asking that you keep our family in your prayers as we make this transition. We are forever grateful. <div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnyYociOiudOrAQ6DvwMBQKko5r8ikl60IKe5-MLsp6UB9QUXdjgUeVpYm2VRzSCAfufKF6EqdWS7oa4A2ZL67OdaEXo2ubkNFdvwjsSV6IEebKQPK3xsk8hTZS2hRPuipb_kbSIbCla0/s640/blogger-image-715520180.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnyYociOiudOrAQ6DvwMBQKko5r8ikl60IKe5-MLsp6UB9QUXdjgUeVpYm2VRzSCAfufKF6EqdWS7oa4A2ZL67OdaEXo2ubkNFdvwjsSV6IEebKQPK3xsk8hTZS2hRPuipb_kbSIbCla0/s640/blogger-image-715520180.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTUGGarO77NtGznwOPnyfrExrJSqCdJ1IvdLxSqUT794D90DIuXpwY0_WVdOFSttdaCnBcOurclfCdUcOouHrq9fH_2_upe6sNfZrJMCSNrimDzUx72pOri4GNnGpUxk0b7OQ3f5Nct-o/s640/blogger-image--1383176553.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTUGGarO77NtGznwOPnyfrExrJSqCdJ1IvdLxSqUT794D90DIuXpwY0_WVdOFSttdaCnBcOurclfCdUcOouHrq9fH_2_upe6sNfZrJMCSNrimDzUx72pOri4GNnGpUxk0b7OQ3f5Nct-o/s640/blogger-image--1383176553.jpg" /></a></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06832537862634218120noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-760455355184539309.post-88640377840333487122012-07-18T15:16:00.001-06:002012-07-18T15:27:17.555-06:00Moving ForwardAs we drove away from the last chapter in our lives this morning, I couldn't help but to feel relieved. The past four years held so much pain and heartache. So much loneliness and despair. We were mostly ostracized in our small town. It seems it's easier to believe gossip than it is to ask the truth. Or some just choose indifference. <br />
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If you don't go through the storm, you don't see your true character and you won't know if you'll depend on God or try to fight the battle on your own. My many weaknesses were laid out for all to see... At times , I gave up. Then I would find renewed strength and realize strengths that I didn't know I had. My poor husband, he was carrying so much on his shoulders, yet he would still find ways to make me feel important to him and would try to lessen my burden.<br />
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We know that this move doesn't eliminate all of the battles that we faced before. You can never eliminate your problems by changing zip codes. But we have a new joy, new hope, and stronger faith. We have watched God move mountains, remove barriers, and answer prayers. One of our biggest battles isn't over... But the One who goes before us will continue to fight our battles for us. Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06832537862634218120noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-760455355184539309.post-52524317047457672292012-07-16T11:23:00.001-06:002012-07-16T11:23:42.299-06:00Head 'Em UpWell... <br />
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The Dellinger's are making a big move. After months of transition and decisions, we are headed to San Antonio, Texas! It's been a walk of blind faith and complete trust that God was directing our steps. Proverbs 16:9 says, "You may make your plans, but God directs your actions." We were actually planning on moving east, but God had a different plans. We are looking forward to a new adventure and most of all, we are over the top excited to be near my Mom and Dad.<br />
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I guess I'll have to change the name of this blog from Life on the Mountain to something a little more Tex-Mex. Any ideas?Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06832537862634218120noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-760455355184539309.post-59255152869138085002012-07-15T21:28:00.001-06:002012-07-15T21:28:10.761-06:00PushSomedays <br />
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You have to let yourself CRY<br />
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Let yourself question circumstances<br />
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Close your eyes and replay the conversations and accusations<br />
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Then<br />
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You get up<br />
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Dry your eyes<br />
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Take action<br />
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Drop to your knees and pray<br />
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Make the choice to PUSH through the darkness and heaviness <br />
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Set your course and move forward in faith<br />
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The lesson that I've learned is that more answers in prayer come from faithfulness in the midst of the storm than from moments of despair.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06832537862634218120noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-760455355184539309.post-48833834249773753522012-04-27T14:49:00.001-06:002012-04-27T14:49:42.025-06:00Seek and Pursue<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I read <a href="http://ft111.com/">this post</a> today and it struck a nerve with me. My heart has been struggling with letting go of a deep hurt. This hurt feels like an 80 pound weight and although I understand forgiveness and that it's not an option, I can't seem to let go of the hurt without wanting to confront the one that inflicted it.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I understand that I can't control what others think of me or how they may choose to portray me and my family. I can't stop someone from lying about me. If someone feels that I have wronged them and then chooses to give their version of how things happened without coming to me, then I understand that I need to be the one to work at correcting the situation. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I read this verse, </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;">Let him turn away from evil and do good; let him seek peace and <b>pursue</b> it.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I was reminded that forgiveness isn't an option.. God tells me to seek peace and PURSUE it. So there it is.. I have to let the hurt go. I must choose to do what Christ did for me- </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span style="font-size: x-large;">Forgive without an explanation, Love as if no wrong was done to me.</span></b> </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">So amazing how He helps us to see things His way.. Isn't it?</span></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06832537862634218120noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-760455355184539309.post-32970604726673006272012-04-15T22:44:00.003-06:002012-04-15T22:44:57.543-06:00Focus<span style="font-size: large;">In the middle of long, trying battle.. It's sometimes easy to get weary and wonder if things will ever get better. Sometimes the answers come in ways that we don't expect. We have to be focused on the One who fights our battles for us or we might miss the lesson that we should be learning. We could overlook the blessing and miracles that are what we need and always better than what we think that we want.</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06832537862634218120noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-760455355184539309.post-27046148223721090672012-02-23T08:51:00.002-07:002012-02-23T08:57:57.926-07:00Dreams Realized<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Verdana, sans-seif;"><span style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px;"><b><br /></b></span></span><br />
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This past Sunday, I watched my husband stand in front of small congregation, where he shared his testimony. My husband has lived an interesting life.. I love hearing stories about his many adventures. I listen...wide-eyed at the edge of my seat!<br />
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What many people don't know... are about the many disappointments, hurts, and losses that he has endured. Due to learning disabilities, he was unable to participate in sports and it even held him back when he wanted be a Navy Seal. He always could pass the physical portions with minimal effort, but when it came to the classroom learning and tests, he struggled and would be held back from living out his dreams. Dan had strong resolve and would always push forward and find a new goal to reach, dream to live... he never dwelt on what he couldn't do, but instead looked ahead.<br />
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His strong will and determination where tested yet again, when he experienced the death of his brother in a work accident and then less than two years later, the loss of his father, from cancer. He was reeling from the pain of losing the two closest men in his life, but he pushed forward, again and again.<br />
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Again in life, he experienced great loss when his first wife left and then within months, he had to make a difficult decision to close his business and go to work for someone else. Dan and I met and we had hopes and dreams of a great life together. Listen to me when I say this...WE LOVE ONE ANOTHER MORE THAN ANYTHING and we have a great marriage. We made the decision from day one that we would put God first, NEVER consider divorce, and be more than just spouses, we would be a companion to one another. I'm not saying that it's been a fairytale, but we have to remind ourselves of the vows that we made before God and our family.<br />
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In the three and a half years that we've been married.. we have dealt with legal issues, the loss of our home ( God intervened and we were able to short sale), the loss of our income, and my mom suffering a stroke. BUT GOD.. He has proved Himself faithful and provided over our needs. We are currently in the middle of making many heart wrenching decisions and desperately seeking God's direction for our lives.<br />
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I sat on the front row of a small church this past weekend.. I listened with tears in my eyes as I heard my husband encourage the congregation. He told them "I'm not here to tell you that when you make the decision to follow Jesus that your life will be easy, but I know this, He will carry you through. We are far from a place where I can tell you that I understand the things that I've been through or why we haven't seen the answers to some of our most desperate prayers. But we remind ourselves that God has a plan and He will uphold the righteous."<br />
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It has been a deep desire of my husbands to share his testimony and God's Word with others. So in the middle of all this uncertainty, my heart overflowed with joy. I was reminded that when we face trials and storms in life, God is with us and He is at work, even when we don't see it. He is always faithful!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06832537862634218120noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-760455355184539309.post-76826887880238225202012-02-18T00:26:00.001-07:002012-02-18T00:26:23.384-07:00Someday<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: large;">Someday, My Love.. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">We won't have to worry about what the next step is for our lives</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">We won't have to make hard choices about the ones we love</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">We won't take shifts sleeping, but we'll both sleep the whole night through</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">We will look back and know that this time in our lives made us stronger as a couple, stronger as individuals, and most importantly.. Stronger as followers of Christ</span></div>
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06832537862634218120noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-760455355184539309.post-3561252741248163482012-02-14T11:00:00.001-07:002012-02-14T11:01:07.218-07:00A Day For Love<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="background-color: cyan;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="body" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left;">Love is a force more formidable than any other. It is invisible - it cannot be seen or measured, yet it is powerful enough to transform you in a moment, and offer you more joy than any material possession could. </span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: cyan; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Take time to cherish the ones that you love... let the stresses of life wait for another day. </span></span></div>
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