Feeling the burn

The other day, I went to Equilibrium Fitness to see what their pricing was like.  The woman at the front desk asked me a couple of questions, and here's what followed:

EQ Employee: So what kind of exercise are you doing now?

Me: I hike a few times a week and go on walks. 

EQ Employee: Are you doing any kind of resistance training?

Me: Well, I usually hike up hills, if that counts.

EQ Employee: Well, you know, if you don't do any resistance training, you're not going to get any results.

Me: Well, I'm just not sure that I can afford one of your memberships, but thanks for the info.

EQ Employee: Well, it's all about where your priorities are.  

Me: I just don't think I'd be able to afford my rent if I got a membership.

EQ Employee: You just need to re-evaluate your priorities.  I'm sure you could fit it in.  And a lot of people here have trouble being motivated to work out alone.  We could help you with that.  

Seriously?  Seriously.  Was this woman even LISTENING to me?  It's really frustrating to be exercising consistently, eating well, and changing your lifestyle, only to have some high and mighty gym employee tell you that what you're doing isn't good enough. What a crock.

As a result of my conversation, I decided to do a little research on working out outside instead of working out in a gym.  Here are the pros and cons I discovered (besides the pros from working out in general):

Gym Pros - social interaction, all-weather availability, classes available, option of personal trainer.

Hiking Pros - decreased depression (b/c of the sun's vitamin D), more muscle groups worked (b/c hiking on uneven ground means you're constantly re-balancing, getting to muscles that machines don't work), more calories burned (hiking vs. treadmill), encountering the beauty of the outdoors, promotes deep sleep, promotes mental health & stimulation, FREE!

Gym Cons - icky smells, rude people, overcrowding, lack of equipment availability, costs $$.

Hiking Cons - lack of control over weather, potential to encounter wild animals, going alone could be dangerous.

When I look at the pros and cons in these lists, one of the things that stands out to me is that hiking is more than just exercise, it is an ADVENTURE.  People were not intended to be stuffed inside a smelly, crowded building in order to get the proper exercise.  We were made to enjoy the great outdoors and all it has to offer!

An added bonus for me is the connection I feel with God when I go on a hike.  Something about being outdoors and seeing the beauty that God has created makes my heart leap in worship.  I go outside, turn on my iPod to my worship playlist and get my exercise and worship all at once!

Additionally, there are other exercises that can be done outside besides hiking.  On a flat area of the hike, try adding some lunges.  Or once you get to a grassy plain, stop for a series of push-ups.  You can also increase your exercise quotient by alternating jogging and speed-walking (which I did this morning).  

Another interesting scenario: This week on "The Biggest Loser," only two of the duos were allowed access to the gym.  Everyone else had to work out in the outdoors.  Interestingly enough, the eliminated person was from one of the teams that had access to the gym. The contestants who worked out outside mentioned a few times that they were working "muscles I didn't know I had."  There was also mention of how nice it was to be outside, breathing the fresh air.  

Bottom line: You don't need a gym to work out.  We have everything we need if we only use our bodies, our brains, and the amazing creation God has given us!

That being said, here are some pictures from my hike up Madonna Mountain (aka Cerro San Luis) yesterday:   

Yes, I conquered THIS mountain!

Parts of the hike were daunting..

...but I made it to the top!

What a view!

Dear Jesus

Today was Carson's first birthday party.  I am constantly amazed at the gift you have given me and my family in Carson.  He is a beautiful, healthy little boy, and he seems to accomplish new things every day.  I'm proud to be his aunt.

It was so good to be with family and friends today, to celebrate the first year of Carson's life, to have a house full of people dedicated to watching him toddle around the yard and throw a ball.  It was simultaneously adorable and sad to watch him get frustrated and cry just as it was time to open his gifts.  And I almost died of cuteness overload, watching him eat the little cake I baked just for him, wearing nothing but his diaper.  It was such a treat, getting to be the official baker of his very first birthday cake!

But today was a hard day, too.  It's hard to say this, because today should have been filled with joy.  It was a hard day because I was reminded over and over of the dysfunction in my family, and especially in my relationship with my mom.  

Lord, you know how things normally operate: that I am the "fixer."  You also know how I've been struggling to get out of this role, to let the people in my family deal with problems in a healthy way instead of making excuses for them.  You have told me that it is more important to be the truth bringer than the peacemaker.  But this is hard.

Things haven't been right with mom for a long time, but I've never understood until now just how wrong things are.  I felt like I was hurting her, Jesus, even though I didn't do anything wrong.  Why?  Was it because I didn't spend my entire time making sure that she felt comfortable and included, like I normally do?  Or was it because she knows that things are wrong and doesn't know how to make them right? 

I have tried to make her understand that her choices have hurt me deeply, but I feel like she doesn't want to acknowledge the impact she has had on my life.  The people she brought into our home, the lack of support, the constant attitude of victimization, the lack of faith in our home, are all things that I have been trying to overcome.  Although I feel like I've made good progress, just being in the same room as her and seeing her awkwardness and her aloneness, and the constant accusation in her eyes make me feel like I haven't moved forward even a centimeter.

And when I read the beautiful, moving tributes that other moms write to their children, I begin to feel bitter.  I begin to want to accuse her, for not providing the home grounded in faith that I needed.  For bringing unsafe people into our home.  For not believing me.  For not caring about what happened.  For housing the very person who hurt me.  For trying to make me hate my father.  For teaching me how to be a victim rather than how to be a survivor.  For not being the kind of mom that I needed.  

I am so raw inside right now, Jesus.  My heart feels like it's been thrown out of a moving vehicle and is covered with emotional road rash.  I need healing for what has happened, and for what continues to happen in my mom's response to me.  I need hope for the road ahead, that You will continue the work you've begun in my family.  

Help me to remember the good things that You have done, so that I'm not overwhelmed by the bad.  Help me to claim Your promise that all things work together for the good of those who love You and are called according to Your purpose.  Help me to understand what it means when You say that no eye has seen, no ear has heard, no mind has conceived the good things You have prepared for those who love You.

I am waiting in Your promises, Lord.  I am trusting that You will show me how to act, how to love, how to forgive.  I am choosing to believe You when You tell me that Your eyes will be on me when my hope is in Your unfailing love.  

The beam in my eye

I'm feeling a touch convicted right now. You see, I've been indulging in a bit of anger, and while it may have been justified for a short time, I've been wallowing in it. And during the time I've spent rolling around in the squishy mud of my anger, God has spoken.

Let me explain: I have a saddle. Technically, the saddle does not belong to me, it belongs to my mother. However, over the summer I started riding again. Since my mother wasn't using the saddle (it had fallen into sad disrepair after the tack room was the unfortunate victim of a fallen oak tree during a massive storm), she let me take it to see if I could fix it up and make it usable. After considerable expense and effort, I had restored the saddle to riding condition. It took a lot of work: seemingly unceasing cleaning, oiling, buffing, etc. In addition, I had to purchase a new latigo and cinch for the saddle because the cinch was missing and the existing latigo was rotten.

Fast forward seven months: I receive a text message from my mom that she wants her saddle back. Why? I am unsure. She doesn't ride anymore, and at this point I felt that the saddle had become my property. I felt especially strong on this point because had I not taken possession of the saddle and fixed it up, by this time it probably would have been beyond repair. I was mad. Really mad. So I didn't respond to the text.

The source of contention

A couple of days ago I received another text message, from my mom's friend, wanting to know if I have the saddle, because my mother offered it to her for a trail ride, and could I please drop it off at her house? This only made me madder: not only did my mom want to reclaim the saddle I had worked so hard on, but now that I had made it usable, she was offering its use to other people without considering my feelings. This made me very, very ANGRY.

Tonight, while thinking about the saddle (doing a bit more wallowing), I got to thinking: does God ever feel the same way about us? How often do we ask Him to fix us up, thinking we're not fit for anything, only to try and use lives for our own means now that He has made us useful? I know that I have done this time and again, although I'm so dull-headed and slow to listen to the Holy Spirit that I often don't realize that I've done this until it's too late.

The Lord has every right to resent me for this, but still He chooses to love me. Still, He patiently asks me when I will be finished running headlong down the tumultuous path I've chosen for myself and instead allow Him to guide my steps. I am amazed once more at the mercy of this Savior, who bears with my faults and calmly points out the contradictions in my carefully crafted arguments, making me realize that I have not yet learned the true meaning of grace.

So while I might be justified in calling the saddle my own, I'm going to try and take a step back. I'm going to try and practice a bit of the patience and grace that God has shown me. I'm going to do some work on that beam in my own eye, and trust my Father in heaven to take care of the rest.

Great argumentation activity

Today I came up with what I think is an engaging, fun, thought-provoking activity for an argumentation class. I did this activity in class today as a bridge between evaluating & creating syllogisms & enthymemes, and identifying arguments in a passage. I call it "Argument Boggle".

Supplies needed:

1. Monty Python's Holy Grail (you'll want the "witch" clip, available on youtube or here).
2. Permanent markers (4-6)
3. 1 self-stick easel pad (the Office Depot ones are cheaper than those made by Post-it)

Instructions:

1. Get the "witch" clip from Monty Python's Holy Grail and have the students watch it once (to get the giggles out).
2. Divide the class into teams of three, and give each team a poster and marker.
3. Have the class watch the clip again, but this time have them watch for arguments that take place during the passage. Instruct the teams to write down the arguments as they see them occur. Encourage each team to write down as many arguments as possible.
4. Once the clip has ended, give the groups a couple of minutes to complete the arguments they have written down.
5. Have each group share the arguments they saw, and encourage the class to make a fuss if the group lists isolated claims or things instead of arguments. The goal here is to get the students to separate actual arguments from assertions.
6. As each group shares the arguments they saw, have the other groups identify whether they wrote down the same argument (similar to Boggle, where you cross out words that the other players also wrote down). If any other group has the same argument, everyone crosses it off of their list.
7. The group with the most remaining "unique" arguments is the winner. You can choose to give them a "prize" or not (my class is somewhat extrinsically motivated, so this works for them, whereas it would not work with other classes I teach).

Questions for consideration:

- What kinds of syllogisms did you notice in the clip?
- If you were to reconstruct a syllogism from one of your arguments, where would you start? Would it be valid? Sound?
**This presents a great transition point to discuss the importance of soundness to an argument, since many of the arguments made in the clip could be logically valid but are completely nonsensical.
- What was the quality of the arguments that you saw? Good? Bad? Why?
- How could you make one of these arguments stronger?

Stronger than you know...

Sometimes I feel so weak and small, like I could never accomplish anything big, anything of value. But then God surprises me and shows me that through Him, I can do great things. He shows me that in Him, I am stronger than I could ever imagine. Case in point: yesterday's hike.

I decided to boycott the Superbowl and spend the day outside, worshiping God and checking out some of the hikes in the Irish Hills area behind my house. I began at the Bog Thistle Nature Trail and wound up the hill. The trail was narrow and times, and very steep. There were rocks in the way that threatened to keep me from climbing the hill. With my trusty worship tunes cranked up, and a prayer in my heart, I somehow managed to make it to the top of the trail. When I checked my watch, I realized that I had only been hiking for fifteen minutes.

Dissatisfied with the shortness of the hike, I pressed on and began to ascend the Mariposa Trail, which I had previously avoided because it looked so steep and long. Although I was almost run over by some mountain bikers at a couple of points, I made it up the hill. Along the way I saw some beautiful sights, including the view from Durata Vista and Morro View Trail. God's creation is incomparable.

From Durata Vista you can see from Cerro San Luis to Morro Bay.

In total, I wound up hiking nearly five miles, up some steep terrain, with no one to push me or encourage me. No one, that is, except for Jesus, who was encouraging me at every step. Each time I wanted to turn around and go back down the hill, the Holy Spirit gave me renewed energy, both in mind and body, pushing me to go farther than I thought I could. As a woman who weighs over 250 lbs. and has questionable aerobic abilities, this accomplishment seemed nearly impossible. But in God's strength it was accomplished.

My hike is in black: I took Bog Thistle Trail - Mariposa Trail - Morro View Trail, with a short detour to Durata Vista.

There are other areas, too, where the Lord has been proving that His strength prevails when my own runs out. He has been restoring my spiritual relationship with my sister in a way that has been amazing to see. She has now been coming to church with me for over a month, and her faith is growing exponentially. She has been sharing the God's goodness with her friends, fellow cheerleaders, and roommates.

I've been asking God for something like this to happen for years. But for years, I've been trying to "make" my sister want a relationship with God on my terms, rather than allowing Him to reach my sister on His terms. And when I finally decided to let go and trust God, He brought Becky back to Him. So you see: In God's strength, amazing things can be accomplished. It's when I rely too much on my own strength that I stumble and fall. I've got to work on letting Jesus be my strength more often.

Open for business

This post serves as the re-opening of this blog in a new season! This page has been silent long enough; there are things to be said, and I'm a-gonna say 'em!

It's been an entire semester now that I have been an instructor at Cuesta. Last semester was difficult, to say the least. I took on four courses, a part-time job as the asst. manager at the portrait studio, and was living alone in Atascadero. I don't know how, but I survived. Correction: I know how I survived, and it was only by the grace of God.

Things are different now: I live in SLO again with five amazing roommates, I am teaching only three courses this semester, I now have a home church that is challenging me to go deeper and farther in my faith, and I have resolved that this is the year that I will learn how to thrive. So much of my life has been spent just "getting by." This is a lesson I learned from my mother. Growing up, we were always just scraping by, just on the verge of a family meltdown, just barely involved at church, but not quite. We knew how to survive, and nothing more.

In these past two years, I have become painfully unaware that I don't know how to thrive, to live with real freedom and abandon, with confidence that my Father in heaven has it covered. From my finances, to my home life, to my relationships, I never really felt I deserved more than just "getting by." But God is faithful, and He has been tugging at my heart, tempting me with little snippets of what life could be like, gently whispering in my ear "There's more! Come and see!" And I desperately, desperately want to see just what living in the "more" would be like.

One of the things that's always driven me to worship God is His creation. So a couple of weeks ago, I got a book of SLO County day hikes and resolved to complete at least one hike every week. The first week my roommate, Erica, and I, hiked around Dairy Creek Golf Course. It was beautiful. You can see some of the images from that hike here.

This last week, I got an even better opportunity to hike alone, with my thoughts and the Lord. I chose to take on Lemon Grove Loop, which goes around the south-ish face of Madonna Mountain (aka Cerro San Luis ). The beginning of the hike was rough. I wanted to get back in my car and pick up a frozen yogurt instead. But I had my worship music going on my ipod, and something in my heart refused to quit, despite the pain in my feet. I heard that voice again, telling me "This will be worth it, but you have to endure a little to get there. Just a little farther. This will be worth it." So I pushed on.



As I continued, the hike seemed to get easier. Not because the incline was less, or that there were less rocks along the way, but because something clicked inside of me, and I realized that I COULD do it, I COULD conquer the mountain, so to speak. Suddenly before me was a majestic eucalyptus grove, and on the other side of the grove, a panoramic view of San Luis Obispo. I could see my city as God sees it, nestled among the hills.

Standing on the side of that hill, I suddenly felt so SMALL. I found myself remembering all of the times I've passed the hike from the freeway, looking to see if there were any hikers on the trail. I've never seen one. And during those times, all that was in my view was the mountain. God, though, He sees EVERYTHING. In his view is more than SLO, more than California, more than even the world. He sees everything. And despite this fact, he doesn't miss a single hiker on the side of Madonna. Despite the magnificence that could occupy His view, He chooses to see ME.



I am in awe of our Creator. Even more breathtaking than the world he has chosen to create is His vast, vast love for us. For me. And so, this year, I have decided to thrive. To live in the love of my father God. These are the chronicles of that journey, as my hopeful heart traverses a sometimes stony, sometimes steep path, in search of the abundant life Jesus has promised to those who love Him.