A new chapter begins…

January:  I vowed to change my choices and my life – to honor my dad’s memory and because I know certain truths:  I am loved, I am worth it, and He made me for more than I am in this moment.

My mistakes need not define me.  Key word in that sentence ‘My.’  I own my mistakes – no one else.  With that said, I owe an apology to Coach Chris.  While the Bridging the Wellness Gap program had all of the pieces in one place, I did not follow or trust the process -completely.  Quite honestly, I did not even wait until my dad’s funeral before trying to take on twenty years of bad habits.  Again, though, that’s a reflection on me – not BTWG!!!

Fast forward:  today, something is different.  I started eating ‘Paleo,’ or a modified version of Paleo on June 1.  I went strict, to the ‘letter of the law’ Paleo on June 20th.  Here is what I know:  I am more energetic.  My clothes are looser, and I have no desire for sugar laden anything.  These positive changes, even if they are short-term at this point, motivate me to continue.

The official Whole 30 challenge ended on July 19.  I found out, surprisingly, I lost 12.5 pounds.  I also came to the realization that it isn’t about the number on the scale.  How’s that for freedom?

I remember when I was pregnant with Sarah.  I ate the best (until now) that I had in my life.  I didn’t touch sugar, caffeine, or anything that would not be the healthiest option for the young life growing within my body.  Then, I gave birth to our beautiful daughter – 15 weeks early.  By her third day of life, she weighed only 1 pound, 7 ounces.   She fought and we prayed for her life through a four month hospital stay.

There’s a lot that God taught me during that time, but in this area (food choices), I responded like a child.  What do you mean you’re giving her caffeine shots to develop her lungs?  I might as well go back to Coca-Cola, fully leaded (caffeine and sugar).  Now, as I write this, I feel ashamed of my cavalier attitude.  What ever made me think, “anything goes,” or, worse, “I deserve…”?  Wow.  How arrogant – a word that I would never want or choose to have associated with my name.  Yet, that is the appropriate adjective in this case.

Now, I face the rest of my life.  Now, I am armed with truth – every choice I make carries a consequence, intended or not.  On Kairos weekends, we share with offenders, ‘even no choice is still a choice.’  I am choosing to move forward on this Paleo journey.  I am choosing to exercise.  I do not want to go through the motions.  I want to exercise with passion – leaving everything I have on the gym floor.  Why?  Here are a few of the countless reasons.  All simple (and Scriptural):

  • Everything is permissable, but not everything is beneficial. (1 Cor 6:12-13);
  • Your (my) body is a temple of the Holy Spirit (1 Cor 6:19);
  • He will not allow the temptation to be more than you (I) can stand (1 Cor 10:12-14);
  • Let us purify ourselves from everything that contaminates body and spirt (2 Cor 7:1);
  • His grace is sufficient…[His] power made perfect in weakness (2 Cor 12:9-10); and
  • Let us … make every effort to do what leads to peace and to mutual edification.  Do not destroy the work of God for the sake of food (Rom 14:19-20)

This is not a comprehensive list, not even close.  It is, however, a place where I know I am making the right choice (His word for my spirit, Paleo to fuel the journey) for me.  Important distinction:  not because of me, but because of the One who loves me in spite of me.  In spite of my rebellious heart (again, not something I desire as a descriptor), He answers prayers – mine included.  I learn more by following than by charging ahead.  I will follow, and He will do the rest.

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Every time I participate in Kairos, I am reminded of this truth: people are people.  Yes, I am intentionally stating the obvious.  Those convicted of crimes, our neighbors, our co-workers, our friends, our family, our co-sympathizers from any given organization – we are all different, but, in so many ways we are the same.

There are two times during the Kairos weekend when participants and team offer one line prayers.  The first time we are asking for forgiveness.  Here are examples of the prayers I heard lifted to heaven:

  • Lord, forgive me for not being the best mother to my kids
  • Forgive me for my pride
  • Forgive me for not realizing how much you love me
  • Forgive me for being stubborn
  • Forgive me for being unforgiving of others

Then, later, the women (again, both participants and team) give one line prayers of thanksgiving.  These sound something like this:

  • Lord, thank you for never giving up on me
  • Thank you for hope
  • Thank you for putting a hedge of protection around my children
  • Thank you for forgiving me
  • Thank you for second chances

Those are not direct quotes for a variety of reasons, but, you get the gist.  Here is my question – can you distinguish which ones of the prayers above were from female inmates at a correctional facility versus a team of volunteers?  I was there, and I could not.

The women in prison deal with the same issues that all of us do.  Sometimes, the magnitude of the challenges seems insurmountable:

  • Loss – of a parent, child, or significant other
  • Abuse – mental, physical, sexual
  • Phobias – of failing, of succeeding
  • Lack of forgiveness – for self, for others
  • Self-pity or self-deprecation
  • Believing the lies… I am not worthy; I always mess up; I will never get it right

Kairos points people (inmates and volunteers) to the Source.  I am no longer as surprised when someone gives their heart to Jesus after practicing another religion or after being away from God for many years, but, I still recognize (praying I never take this for granted) the privilege, the power of witnessing a woman transform from self-loathing to self-loving.  Please know, I am not talking about someone filling her heart with some type of super-ego.  Rather, I love seeing women understand and know with certainty:  She is (I am) fearfully and wonderfully made.  Her (my) life has a purpose.  She (I) can embrace Hope!  Hope exists.  Hope resides at the intersection of truth and compassion.  It is in this place where I feel like I’m standing on holy ground.  The experience stirs my soul and moves me to tears – without exception.

If you would like to join me or learn more about the various Kairos programs, please just ask.  Honestly, it is one of my favorite topics!

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Personal Sabotage vs. Personal Responsibility

Last Monday marked the end of the half-way point for my “Bridging the Wellness Gap” journey.  I know at this juncture, I am not where I want or where I need to be.  Shared with the group last Saturday, I feel behind and overwhelmed.  Struggling with the following:

  • Nutrition –Seriously, in Dreamland, if I eat 1/2 of a sleeve of Thin Mints (one of the best Girl Scout cookies out there) it is equivalent to running the New York Marathon.
  • Exercise –Love the way it makes me feel when I do it, it’s just taking the time to get it done where I struggle.
  • Meditation –Now that I’m working, I am finding less time for God – how pathetic is that?!?  Listened to Matt (Lead Pastor) this morning, and my heart resonated with every word he spoke.  So many times, my prayers begin with “God, reveal to me Your heart’s desire, Your will, Your love for others, etc.”

Going deeper with the struggle means acknowledging this:  my reality and my vision do not align.  In my perfect world, I never cheat.  I never indulge.  Chris Roche keeps asking about the ‘why’ behind the warped vision.  Why is it not okay to indulge in a cookie or two, as long as I don’t eat the whole sleeve?  My brilliant answer (now that I have had time to reflect):  because if I really believe I can do all things through Christ.  Then, I can do all things.  Not some things, some times.  Not some things, part of the time.  All things.  I am disciplined.  I am strong.  Anything else seems weak to me.  In any other scenario, I am placing my desires above the directives of God.

I can be sold out and on fire for living within a caloric budget and eating from a list of suggested foods.  Then, for some reason beyond my current comprehension, I blow it.  When I do this, the pendulum swings to the extreme.  Already ate three Thin Mints, so I might as well eat three more.  This is personal sabotage and my own private Hell.  Trying to understand the ‘why’ behind this extremism is more difficult for me.

To be ‘responsible’ means “able to answer for one’s conduct and obligations: trustworthy,” and “able to choose for oneself between right and wrong.”  I am personally responsible for everything that God entrusts to my care.  This seems all inclusive to me.

I am not looking for a way out.  Rather, I am seeking the truth.  The relentless pursuit of truth will bring personal responsibility to the forefront.  Everyone has their ‘it.’  For some it may be money, for others it may be safety, for others it may be a certain rung on the corporate ladder.  For me, ‘it’ is ‘trust.’  I always want to be worthy of trust.  Trust means everything to me.  So, knowing that I am not where I want to be, I do not feel worthy of trust.  That reality causes great shame.  This is my ‘aha’ moment of the week.  Now, what to do about it.  Initial thoughts seem too simplistic, but they do reflect where I am at this moment.

Time is a precious commodity.  Every day I have the same amount of time as everyone else – 86,400 seconds to divide among everything that seeks my attention.  I need to accept personal responsibility for those seconds.  Do I spend them with energy and enthusiasm for whatever life sends my way?  If the answer is no, then what can I do about it?  I can choose more wisely in this moment than in the previous ones.  I can exercise.  I can accept new mercies.  I can forgive myself and others.  I can ‘be still and know.’  I can indulge in laughter with Sarah.  I can giggle when I hear my husband read to her in his special voices.  I can live in this moment, not worrying about what I didn’t do yesterday or what I should do tomorrow.  I can learn.  I can and I will.

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Trying to focus on contentment.  I know there are a dozen or more posts about teaching children to be content.  Happiness is fleeting.  Joy is a choice.  Yada, yada, yada.  All of it is true.  We are doing our best to teach our daughter those same things.

It’s hard, though, to teach what you are still learning.  This week I am going to try (this is the key word) to be content in all areas of my life.  Yes, Yoda fans… I realize there is a difference between try and do.  Just being pragmatic.  Try is more realistic.  Awareness will be key.

Just to get myself started, I will be content…

  • When I incorporate intentional movement (read – exercise) into my day.  I will not be unhappy when the workout is not as long (20 minutes vs. 1 hour) or as intense as I want every time.  I will be content with what I do, knowing it’s more than I chose to do in the past.  Also, understanding this is a journey, and I am somewhere on the learning curve.
  • With my food choices.  I am serious.  The fact that I am aware of what I’m eating is huge.  Even when I slip or even when I choose something that I shouldn’t (still trying to figure out why I do that), I am keeping track.  This will also be hard for me – to be content in this place.  Ideally, I want to have defined arms, abs, and legs.  At this point in my life, however, I will take a healthy weight and a healthy body image.  In this moment, that’s akin to saying I want to be the next American Idol.  The adages are true, though, every journey begins with a first step; persistence pays; and challenges that do not kill me can make me stronger.
  • When my mother calls me ten times each day.  Mom and I have a rocky relationship.  She just lost her husband of 42 years.  I am her daughter.  Rather than feeling bothered (I know I sound horrible), I will be content.  She is alive.  I am alive.  There is hope.
  • When I see this time at home as a blessing.  No paid employment in six months (as of today).  This gift (I was offered a voluntary severance package) allowed me to take care of my father without concern for project deadlines or budgets.  Trying to be content here will be toughest for me, as work has always been a source of validation.  Not saying that it should be, or that I want it to be again.  Just want to be a good steward with both my skill set and my opportunities.

Paul tells us in Philippians 4:11, “…for I have learned in whatever situation I am to be content.”  Timothy puts it this way (1 Tim 6:8), “But if we have food and clothing, with these we will be content.”

Contentment.  Does this mean I can no longer ambitiously drive toward the goal?  Hope not.  Think it’s like everything else, I need to check my motivation.  Am I seeking validation?  more money?  more stuff?  Or, am I seeking to be all He created me to be.  Big difference.  Hoping that I can focus on the latter.

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Addiction and Adversity

My name is Sonia, and I am addicted to sugar.  Admission is the first step, yes?  That may be true, but I admitted this years ago.  Until now I haven’t done anything about it.  I say that, but I also know – I give up sugar every year (at least for the last three or so) during lent (the forty days between Ash Wednesday and Easter), and I always make it just fine.  Then, I return to sugar thinking I can control my intake.  Not true.  One soda turns to two, and one Oreo always leads to one more.

Alternatively, during other times of the year when I choose the road to Wellness (not sure what Merriam-Webster reports as a definition, but I think of ‘wellness’ as ‘intentional living’), Adversity (better known as life) meets me and does its best to derail my efforts.  Here’s where I’m supposed to say: but I stand up, look Adversity in the face, and knock it out of my way.  Here’s the truth:  I cave.  Not every time, but more times than I like.

Caving for me revolves around sugar.  If I have one Coca-Cola (I am convinced God personally blessed the person who discovered this nectar), it’s only 140 calories.  As long as I stay under 1500 calories for the day – does it really matter?  The answer is yes.

For years upon years (that’s a lot of years) I professed – life is about choices.  Choose joy.  One of my other mantras – character is who you are when no one (but God) is watching.  What sort of character do I have if I drink water or iced tea when I’m at a local restaurant, but guzzle a large sweet tea or a can of Coca-Cola when I’m by myself?  Please, don’t answer that.  I promise – I already know the answer, and my question was rhetorical.

Bottom line: life change begins with heart change.  I need to push through the headaches that come with fewer calories, choosing joy every step of the way.  It’s a decision.  My decision:  to be more conscientious of what I consume – all day, every day.  Does this mean, I am going ‘raw’ or only eating ‘organic?’  Not necessarily, but it does mean, I am checking my heart’s motivation.  Do I need it?  Do I want it?  Will it fuel me?  Will it fill me?  Will it only temporarily satisfy?  What if I do something else for thirty minutes – will the craving pass?  I am sure if I am intentional, I will also be more successful on this journey.

Today’s the day I say good-bye to my sugar addiction.  I need to do this – for me and for my family.  I am leaving my addiction at the foot of the cross and trusting Phil 4:13: I can do ALL things through Christ who strengthens me.  Today, I am remembering, I am worth it whether or not I succeed.  I only need to focus on one day, one moment at a time.  My identity is not wrapped in my activity.  It never was.  My name is Sonia, and I am loved.  Period.  End of story (or at least this blog). 😉

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Eulogy for my dad… Robert Martinez

It’s hard to imagine condensing 68 years of a man’s life to a few minutes, but I have to try.  We couldn’t let this time go without telling you some of what our dad meant to us.  My mom and my brother, Steve,  are giving me this privilege, but I know they share these sentiments.

At the turn of this century, a book soared to the top of the best seller lists.  Its title gave premise to its content:  All I Really Need To Know I Learned in Kindergarten.  Today, we offer a tribute based on a different truth, Much We Needed to Know We Learned from Robert Martinez.

Dad taught us resourcefulness.  If we would ask a question, Dad’s response would always be the same.  “Look it up.”  He would say this even when 9 out of 10 times, he knew the right answer.  As a child this was so frustrating.  As an adult, we recognize the powerful lesson.  Most of the time the information, the knowledge, the data is there or attainable, you just have to be willing to ‘look it up.’

Dad taught us integrity.  Always tell the truth, independent of consequence.  The truth will set you free.  Not much to add here.  Steve and I both learned at a young age — Dad was serious, and Dad was right.

Dad taught us humor.  Frequently, he had everyone in the room laughing.  Dad would have you stand up (or sit down) and offer the following challenge.  “I will bet you that before I walk around you three times you will move.  And, I promise I won’t touch you.”  Never once did I see a person refuse.  Clarify?  Yes.  Refuse?  No.  With the terms of the bet settled, Dad walked around once, twice, and then he proceeded to do something else – talk with another person, retrieve a drink from the refrigerator, the list goes on.  The person standing/sitting would look puzzled.  Then, he understood.  Dad never intended on making that third trip.  That person would move and those nearby would laugh.

Dad taught us innovation.  He never stopped looking for a way to increase the efficiency, improve the process, or fill the gap.  Dad’s mind was always at work.  He held three US patents, but we know he could have had many more.  He called his rigs, inventions, and ideas, “Mexican ingenuity.”  There wasn’t anything he couldn’t build, fix, or invent to solve a problem.  It’s one of his traits we admired the most, and he even carried it into our kitchen.  He loved Mom’s cooking, but he could make barbecue ribs like no other.  And, many times he felt the need to coach my mom on making hot sauce.  Mom didn’t need coaching, he just wanted it hot.  It was so hot.  How hot was it?  His hot sauce was so hot, my eyes would water before I finished climbing the stairs to their house, and he would break into a sweat with the first bite.  He affectionately called the fiery substance, “Mexican ketchup,” so that I would try it.  Then, in the next breath he would tell me that it would put hair on my chest.  No thanks, Daddy.  I’ll pass.

Dad taught us the value of education.  Daddy never graduated from high school.  As far as I know, it was one of his only regrets.  Those that met never knew.  Many thought that he had a graduate degree of some kind – not because he misrepresented himself, but because he was so smart.  Plant managers consulted with Daddy before purchasing machines.  He knew his craft.  He knew it well.  He wanted Steve and I both to be continuous learners, never missing the lesson in any given situation.

Dad defined work ethic.  My dad never had a relationship with his father.  My grandmother gave him away when he was five.  He was raised by relatives between Michigan and Texas.  He never once acted like a victim or used his circumstances from preventing him from doing his best.  Growing up Steve and I knew, we would never work as hard as our dad.  Dad held jobs as a migrant worker and a bowling pin set-up man (before there were machines).  He sold tamales door-to-door, served in the military, and learned to operate screw machines.  As a child, I remember many nights when he came home from work, ate dinner, then went out to the shed to fix lawnmowers for a landscape company down the street.  Dad was always working on something – for us or for  others.

Dad taught us patience.  His favorite place for this lesson – the golf course.  Dad bought me my first set of clubs when I was nine years old.  He would spend hours in our backyard, coaching us on our swing, practicing the short shots around his makeshift green, and driving golf balls into the fields around our house.  He loved that game.  He would drive to Michigan to play with cousins, he would play in Florida, and eventually, he even taught Mom.  At the time I was more interested in playing soccer with the kids down the street, but, now I recognize, even on the golf course, he was teaching me.  Patience comes with practice and persistence, a valuable lesson for us all.

Dad was a man of quiet faith.  His faith was his own.  He didn’t speak about it much, but it was there.  I was in 7th grade.  My science teacher started talking about atoms.  She wanted me to believe that there were a million of them on a line about an inch long drawn in the middle of the page.  Seriously?  You want me to believe there are a million little things sitting on the line, and now, you tell me they have distinct parts -protons, neutrons, and electrons.  But, I can’t see them?  Alrighty then.  At that point I was convinced:  her degree came out of a specially marked cereal box.  I went home and presented my case to my dad.  Dad, I’m not going to do my homework tonight, and I might end up failing this class.  The rest of my grades are As, but I thought I should tell you now instead of waiting until the end of the grading period.  He let me go on, and then he asked two questions.  Sonia, do you believe in God?  Of course!  Have you ever seen Him?  I said no and proceeded to do the assignment.

The following thoughts are from Christopher.  The last month has been a whirlwind.  Dad went into the hospital on December  16th.  I would like to share Christopher’s words from the night after Daddy died.  These words further demonstrate my dad’s quiet faith.

I got the privilege of being there with Robert, Faith, Steve and Sonia during his last few weeks here with us. I was in the hospital room with him at Community Hospital East and it was before his heart cath. The cardiologist painted a pretty tough picture about the probable results of the test and explained that open heart surgery was a very real possibility. There had been some question as to whether or not he would sign for the procedure since there was so much at stake and that the result could mean a surgery that could have very scary results.

I don’t remember exactly when he said it, but after he decided to do the procedure, he said “It’s in the Good Lord’s hands.” Ever since, I have been thinking about those words, and Robert. We all know that this was the beginning of a battle that would call him home. But in that time, in that place, Robert made a choice. He chose faith and life. He chose to put his trust in the Lord and not in his own hands. He could have easily chosen to say “No” and to go home. He knew that he had failing kidneys, heart disease and that this test would probably lead to very difficult times.  Faith told me later that he “had a bad feeling” about it. But, Robert made one of the most courageous decisions I have ever witnessed.  He chose life, no matter the cost.  He chose to let God decide and not to take matters into his own hands, He trusted that God had his back and that He is merciful and full of grace.

Reflecting now -three weeks after his death, we can tell you with some of Dad’s lessons,  we listened, we understood, and we shaped our own lives accordingly.  Other lessons we chose to ignore… never realizing their truth or their value until now.  And, I am sure through the years, all of us will continue to learn from what he taught us.  What a precious gift to serve a merciful God and know that we can make different choices at any time.

Today, for instance, I know that I have seen God –not in His full glory, but in my dad and in many of you.  The choice to see the Almighty’s blessings faces us every day.  God gives us a bible, His word to teach us about His perfect love and how we should live.  In our case, He gave us even more in the life of Robert Martinez, who exhibited the fruit of the Holy Spirit living within him – love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, and self-control.  Robert was husband, dad, brother, tio, grandpa, brother-in-law, primo, friend and so much more.  He modeled much of God’s word.  My brother and I listened to our dad and watched his example over and over again.  Robert Martinez’s legacy will continue in the choices we make from this moment.

Please bow your head and join me in prayer.

God, our awesome heavenly Father, I praise you for life and for allowing us the awesome privilege of experiencing the life you gave my daddy, Robert.  I also praise you for your Son, Jesus.   Jesus is the reason we have hope.   Jesus is the reason dad had hope.   We can stand before you now because of Him.   Holy holy holy is the Lord God Almighty who was and is and is to come.  Your mercy endures forever.  Amen.

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Choosing Joy…Sonia Style

[Note to those who attend Kingsway.  This title is not intended to infringe upon our Lead Pastor’s message this week.  I began this blog on Tues/Wed.  Christopher shared with me the title for his sermon on Thurs.  That’s when I added the ellipsis and ‘Sonia Style.’  I have no idea what passage or what topics Matt Nickoson will cover, so any overlap or disconnect is purely coincidental.]

Over the course of the last few months there have been many moments (more than I can count on both hands and both feet) where I intentionally ‘choose joy.’  Someone asked me recently, ‘what does that look like – choosing joy?’  I loved the question because it forced me to think through my own words, thoughts, and actions.  So, here is the answer I shared with her.  Essentially, there are three principles that guide me in ‘choosing joy.’

Honoring God’s Word –  Joy is mentioned 203 times in the English Standard Version; 242 times in the New International Version; and 333 times in the New Living Translation -it’s important to God, so it should be important to me.

  • Reference 165 occurs in Proverbs, Chapter 16, verse 20 [Pro 16:20]:  Those who listen to instruction will prosper; those who trust the Lord will be joyful.
  • Proverbs 29:18, When people do not accept divine guidance, they run wild.  But whoever obeys the law is joyful.
  • Luke 15:10 tells us:  In the same way, there is joy in the presence of God’s angels when even one sinner repents.
  • Acts 2:28 shares this:  You have shown me the way of life, and you will fill me with the joy of your presence.
  • Romans 14:17 is another favorite: For the Kingdom of God is not a matter of what we eat or drink, but of living a life of goodness and peace and joy in the Holy Spirit.
  • Romans 15:13 shares a beautiful prayer:  I pray that God, the source of hope, will fill you completely with joy and peace because you trust in him. Then you will overflow with confident hope through the power of the Holy Spirit.
  • Or, what about Paul’s final words to the Corinthians?  2 Cor 13:11 -Dear brothers and sisters, I close my letter with these last words: Be joyful. Grow to maturity. Encourage each other. Live in harmony and peace. Then the God of love and peace will be with you.

Focusing on truth – the truth never wavers.  Everyone is unique.  Your perception may be different than mine, but the truth sets all of us free.

  • My dad was such a blessing in my life.  I enjoyed him for 40 years.  Some people do not have a daddy in their life (note – not referencing God in these examples); do not have relationship with their dad; lose their dad to combat, illness, or something else much earlier, or do not understand – tomorrow is never a promise.
  • Acknowledging the other blessings in my life.  My ex-SIL recently (same day as my dad’s bypass surgery) had her foot and six inches past her ankle amputated.  Today, she’s still navigating the learning curve that comes with a wheelchair.  I have all of my limbs and all of my senses.  My eyesight alone allows me to see sunrises, sunsets, my daughter’s smile, my husband’s eyes, and so much more.  If we take the time to think about it, the blessings are there.  For me the list begins like this:  amazing husband; beautiful daughter; safety when I travel (so far so good); cars (not new, but, still, they get us where we need/want to go); home; heat; electricity (ask someone who’s visited Haiti – how wonderful is that); and the list goes on and on and on.  Not kidding.  If you need more examples, I am happy to help.  I really can choose joy in any situation.  Yes, I miss my dad more than words, but I assure you the joy is there.

Loving others – so easy to say, but, this might be the hardest to live consistently.

  • Whenever we extend patience -at the intersection of love and wisdom; kindness -as an action; peace and understanding -where there is chaos and turmoil; faithfulness -loving without strings; prayer -standing in the gap on behalf of others; or integrity -expressing/demonstrating truth in love, we can also choose joy.  It’s there – every time.
  • Perspective -yes?  Loving others changes our perspective.  There’s something to be said for ‘walking a mile in the shoes of someone else.’  The empathy we feel makes ‘choosing joy’ easier.  Our blessings are abundant, but they are different.

Anyone who knows me well also knows that this is my soapbox:  Life is a gift, full of choices.  God gives us the choices as an outpouring of His love.  Today and every day, I want to choose joy.  Choosing joy changes me by focusing my thoughts and my actions on the fruit of the Spirit (proactive response vs. expected reaction).  Does this mean I have ‘choosing joy’ mastered?  Not even close.  I am still and will always be a work in progress, thankful for new mercies.

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