I'll Have The Curry.

Many women tell stories of how they loved being pregnant, loving feeling the baby kick, loved that “pregnancy glow”. Well, I didn’t exactly enjoy being pregnant.  I gained 65 pounds in my pregnancy. Ella’s kicks felt like she was practicing for soccer tryouts or a taekwondo competition.  None of my clothes fit.  Don’t be fooled- that pregnancy glow was actually just sweat. I may or may not have been irritable and short towards Josh and others. (I’m sorry josh) My ankles were swollen. My joints hurt. So when I went into labor, I was thrilled that that tiny human living inside my body was about to be evicted. When Ella was finally born, and they placed her in my arms, I experienced something I wasn’t able to fully understand until that very moment- joy.  Overwhelming joy.  Maybe it was a rush of hormones and the fact that I hadn’t slept in 48 hours or that I just asked my body to do the most physically taxing thing it had ever done before, but I couldn’t help but weep… these were tear

I preached a sermon yesterday.  Here it is: Scripture: Hebrews 4:12-16 “Indeed, the word of God is living and active, sharper than any two-edged sword, piercing until it divides soul from spirit, joints from marrow; it is able to judge the thoughts and intentions of the heart.  And before him no creature is hidden, but all are naked and laid bare to the eyes of the one to whom we must render an account.   Since, then, we have a great high priest who has passed through the heavens, Jesus, the Son of God, let us hold fast to our confession.  For we do not have a high priest who is unable to sympathize with our weaknesses, but we have one who in every respect has been tested as we are, yet without sin.  Let us therefore approach the throne of grace with boldness, so that we may receive mercy and find grace to help in time of need.” The great and wise Brene Brown describes vulnerability as “uncertainty, risk, and emotional exposure.”  So here I go…. For the majority of

I tell myself that the only reason I work out is so that I can take really long, hot showers. it's what motivates me to finish my run or 20 minutes of burpies (yes, that happened today).  and if I'm completely honest, showers are a great place to get away from the responsibilities of parenting, if just for 10 minutes.  ella will just have to wait until mommy is out of the shower. #dadsarethebest  Every minute or so, I turn the knob a little to the left to make it hotter and hotter.  by the time I get out, the bathroom mirror is completely steamed over and my skin is a nice red color.  and the redder I am, the better the shower. I do my best thinking in the shower. there's something about the warm water that relaxes my body and mind.  this day was no different, but I felt compelled to reflect on my own sermon from yesterday in blog form, after being inspired by a great new minister friend who encourages me with her blog. Yesterday was transfiguration Sunday, as far as th