Well I have gotten the MRI back...CLEAR! WAHOOOO!
Still waiting for the ultrasound results, which is frustrating because I had it done last Friday! UGH! Praying it comes back clear.
I have been having some massive leg pain and it feels at times like I can't breathe. I really don't know what normal is anymore. I am continuing on with my plan to run Eugene, however slow it might be. This is when I really wish I had a running partner. Someone to talk with and figure out if what I am feeling is normal.
I might just have that running partner on Saturday though! The Yenster is here and we might just go shake our legs out together.
I will let you know.
Liking that I am back to blogging. Might be a bit more serious about it now....who knows! :)
Thursday, April 5, 2012
Wednesday, March 28, 2012
Big Break
Yup big break time took full effect around September. But the good news is since then, I have run the Disney Half Marathon, kept up on swimming, kept running and decided to run the Eugene Marathon. Unfortunately there have been some medical set backs that have recently come about. Hoping to get more info today, and will let you all know! The Eugene Marathon might become the Eugene Half Marathon....and that's okay!
Pray me for...we need my lab work to come back clean...like we really, really need it to!
Love you and glad to be back!
Pray me for...we need my lab work to come back clean...like we really, really need it to!
Love you and glad to be back!
Wednesday, August 17, 2011
Tuesday, August 16, 2011
Things I know for sure...
1. There is absolutely no way in this world that I could function without Jesus. I try, sinfully, and fail, miserably.
2. I am really glad to have my sister home.
3. Having new friends is fun!
4. Chelan is more amazing then I remember, especially with old friends.
5. Marriage is hard. But worth it.
6. The more open handed I am to God the more I can be used by Him. "So just be open handed Shelby" Easier said then done sometimes.
7. I really, really, REALLY like be healthy (for the most part) again.
8. Running is WAY easier without PE. Duh.
9. Psalm 63 is just what I needed tonight.
10. I still have love handles. They say "what up."
11. My fav new Ben and Jerry's is Chubby Hubby. Hmmm....this might have a strange correlation to #10?
12. Disneyland Half is getting closer and closer and I am getting more and more excited.
13. God gives us blessings, that we don't deserve, to enjoy and to make His name more glorified. That is what we are hoping to do on Aug 26 with our new blessing.
14. I am really excited for Pioneer Woman's new show!
15. Go back to #1. :)
2. I am really glad to have my sister home.
3. Having new friends is fun!
4. Chelan is more amazing then I remember, especially with old friends.
5. Marriage is hard. But worth it.
6. The more open handed I am to God the more I can be used by Him. "So just be open handed Shelby" Easier said then done sometimes.
7. I really, really, REALLY like be healthy (for the most part) again.
8. Running is WAY easier without PE. Duh.
9. Psalm 63 is just what I needed tonight.
10. I still have love handles. They say "what up."
11. My fav new Ben and Jerry's is Chubby Hubby. Hmmm....this might have a strange correlation to #10?
12. Disneyland Half is getting closer and closer and I am getting more and more excited.
13. God gives us blessings, that we don't deserve, to enjoy and to make His name more glorified. That is what we are hoping to do on Aug 26 with our new blessing.
14. I am really excited for Pioneer Woman's new show!
15. Go back to #1. :)
Monday, August 15, 2011
A Kingdom Heart
“when a woman has a kingdom heart, she has an active understanding of what matters most to the heart of God. she lives in the balance of passion and contentment. she learns to love well, give without regard to self, and forgive without hesitation. the woman with a kingdom heart may have a duffel bag full of possessions or enough treasures to fill a mansion, but she has learned to hold them with an open hand. hold everything with open hands. i don’t think we are ever allowed to grab hold of anything or anyone as though they matter more than the kingdom of heaven. when you hold relationships with open hands, then people come in and out of your life as gifts of grace to be cherished and enjoyed, not objects to be owned and manipulated. and then when you hold your dreams with open hands, you get to watch God resurrect what seemed dead and multiply what seemed small.” -uknown
Wednesday, August 10, 2011
Minimal Words from Me
Click Here! It is a great post and reminds us to say thanks!
See I told you...minimal words from me today on "Wordless Wednesday!"
See I told you...minimal words from me today on "Wordless Wednesday!"
Monday, August 8, 2011
Back next Monday
No worries. Matthew Monday will be back next Monday.
Today, I wanted to take a break and share with you guys something that I was overwhlemed by this weekend.
If you live in the great Pacific Northwest you knew that this weekend was Seafair. As all us Seattleites prayed for sun this weekend, the Blue Angels, boaters, hydro planes and sailors got ready for yet again, another amazing Seafair. This year I officially became a Seattleite! I have never been to Seafair....EVER! But this Saturday AA and I went to tour the battleships that were in town and raced over the Lake Washington to see the air show and Blue Angels....which were amazing! AA and I laughed and gawked at the planes as they flew over at death defying speeds. It was such a sweet blessing to be by the water, with my hubby and experiencing something so "Seattle."
And although our times on Saturday was great, I couldn't get over a feeling of sadness and at times failure. Let me explain...
We started the day wanting to see these battle ships that had sailed in over the last week and stared at us everyday as we went to work. So we made our way over there, got in line and were assigned "tour guide" aka members of the Navy to take us throughout the boat. As I started to look around at all of the sailors and members of the armed forces that were everywhere I started to really look AT them, not past them, like I embarrassingly do most times. And when I really started looking I started noticing how young these men and women are. I kept saying to AA, "they are just babies, just young young people!" He called me old and that yes, some of these men and women were 7 years younger then us. I started to think about who these men and women were. What's your name, where do you call home, do you have a husband/wife/kids, do you know Jesus, why did you join the Navy, ect? I wanted to just take one of them by the hand and start asking questions, but I didn't want to come off creepy. So I kept to myself, listening to all the facts they had about the boat.
This boat was huge. I MEAN HUGE! 3000 sailors can be housed on it at any given time. 3000? These people don't even know each other. What if you were the new kid? Who are your friends? Who helps show you around?
We went up on the main deck where they had helicopters and air crafts. And while everyone climbed in to take a picture, I was fighting back tears, thinking about how people's children and husbands and wives climb into these air crafts to go to war. War, where people die. These were not make believe things, these have been used to fight for our freedom.
We then went back down to underneath where they had military vehicles, tractors and other moving things. There was a young man who was sitting on top of one of the vehicles and was talking with a vet from Vietnam. I stood close enough to hear what they were talking about. As the vet asked this young man question after question, I couldn't help but be astonished by the answers he was giving. "Yes I have been to Afghanistan and Iraq, yes we just lost a vehicle last time we were there to an IED, yes I am proud I get to serve a country I believe in, yes I miss my family, no I have no plans of getting out of the service anytime soon." As I bit my tongue really hard to stop from crying the vet shook the young man's hand to thank him for his service and if I had any guts what-so-ever I would have done the same thing. But I didn't. And I wish I would have.
As we left the ship, the captain was there to thank US for coming. Are you kidding me? Why are you thanking me? I should be on my knees thanking you! As I looked down to his left hand, there was a medal band, just like my husbands. He was the same age as my dad and I couldn't help but think, "who are you away from your uniform?"
And as I left, I felt like a failure. I have never prayed for the military and their families. Oh sure, when we hear something bad on the news or radio, I will lift those families up to God to protect them and help them know they are loved and I pray those soldiers knew Jesus. But never have I constantly prayed for them. Well that all changed Saturday. I am making a commitment to add "military" to my quiet time. These men and women fight for this country so that I can worship Jesus, in the open, I can pray at restaurants, I can go to church and not be afraid. I can run, work, be a wife, friend, sister and anything else God calls me to do, because of the freedom I so often forget I have.
And although freedom in the American sense of the word is amazing and I take it for granted way too much, real freedom is in Jesus. Having Him write the story of my life has freed me from sin, anxiety and oppression. So that is what I will start praying for. That these men and women who serve our country come to know the freedom that is found in Jesus, that they have community within each other, that they find time to worship Christ, and that they are inhaling and exhaling the love of God.
Thank you troops, I am so sorry I have forgotten about you.
Today, I wanted to take a break and share with you guys something that I was overwhlemed by this weekend.
If you live in the great Pacific Northwest you knew that this weekend was Seafair. As all us Seattleites prayed for sun this weekend, the Blue Angels, boaters, hydro planes and sailors got ready for yet again, another amazing Seafair. This year I officially became a Seattleite! I have never been to Seafair....EVER! But this Saturday AA and I went to tour the battleships that were in town and raced over the Lake Washington to see the air show and Blue Angels....which were amazing! AA and I laughed and gawked at the planes as they flew over at death defying speeds. It was such a sweet blessing to be by the water, with my hubby and experiencing something so "Seattle."
And although our times on Saturday was great, I couldn't get over a feeling of sadness and at times failure. Let me explain...
We started the day wanting to see these battle ships that had sailed in over the last week and stared at us everyday as we went to work. So we made our way over there, got in line and were assigned "tour guide" aka members of the Navy to take us throughout the boat. As I started to look around at all of the sailors and members of the armed forces that were everywhere I started to really look AT them, not past them, like I embarrassingly do most times. And when I really started looking I started noticing how young these men and women are. I kept saying to AA, "they are just babies, just young young people!" He called me old and that yes, some of these men and women were 7 years younger then us. I started to think about who these men and women were. What's your name, where do you call home, do you have a husband/wife/kids, do you know Jesus, why did you join the Navy, ect? I wanted to just take one of them by the hand and start asking questions, but I didn't want to come off creepy. So I kept to myself, listening to all the facts they had about the boat.
This boat was huge. I MEAN HUGE! 3000 sailors can be housed on it at any given time. 3000? These people don't even know each other. What if you were the new kid? Who are your friends? Who helps show you around?
We went up on the main deck where they had helicopters and air crafts. And while everyone climbed in to take a picture, I was fighting back tears, thinking about how people's children and husbands and wives climb into these air crafts to go to war. War, where people die. These were not make believe things, these have been used to fight for our freedom.
We then went back down to underneath where they had military vehicles, tractors and other moving things. There was a young man who was sitting on top of one of the vehicles and was talking with a vet from Vietnam. I stood close enough to hear what they were talking about. As the vet asked this young man question after question, I couldn't help but be astonished by the answers he was giving. "Yes I have been to Afghanistan and Iraq, yes we just lost a vehicle last time we were there to an IED, yes I am proud I get to serve a country I believe in, yes I miss my family, no I have no plans of getting out of the service anytime soon." As I bit my tongue really hard to stop from crying the vet shook the young man's hand to thank him for his service and if I had any guts what-so-ever I would have done the same thing. But I didn't. And I wish I would have.
As we left the ship, the captain was there to thank US for coming. Are you kidding me? Why are you thanking me? I should be on my knees thanking you! As I looked down to his left hand, there was a medal band, just like my husbands. He was the same age as my dad and I couldn't help but think, "who are you away from your uniform?"
And as I left, I felt like a failure. I have never prayed for the military and their families. Oh sure, when we hear something bad on the news or radio, I will lift those families up to God to protect them and help them know they are loved and I pray those soldiers knew Jesus. But never have I constantly prayed for them. Well that all changed Saturday. I am making a commitment to add "military" to my quiet time. These men and women fight for this country so that I can worship Jesus, in the open, I can pray at restaurants, I can go to church and not be afraid. I can run, work, be a wife, friend, sister and anything else God calls me to do, because of the freedom I so often forget I have.
And although freedom in the American sense of the word is amazing and I take it for granted way too much, real freedom is in Jesus. Having Him write the story of my life has freed me from sin, anxiety and oppression. So that is what I will start praying for. That these men and women who serve our country come to know the freedom that is found in Jesus, that they have community within each other, that they find time to worship Christ, and that they are inhaling and exhaling the love of God.
Thank you troops, I am so sorry I have forgotten about you.
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