Hills & Valleys: Our Faith Journey

For healing to come, I must be willing to receive. If my hands are filled with my  plans and my pain, You cannot pour out blessing - until I let go. So, I'm unbuckling my seatbelt, I'm letting go of my security blanket, And I'm gonna jump in faith. It can't be about my plans anymore; they keep failing. It has to be all  about You. No more Rebekah "helping." No more looking and thinking and wondering and planning. It's Yours. I lay my future, our future, at Your feet. Do with it as You will. We will praise You.

I think it's high time for a confession. Recently I was looking through some of my old posts, and noticed one from forever ago that I guess I'd forgotten about. As I reviewed my post, I must admit, I felt a little ashamed. I was so gung-ho in my post about getting fit and staying that way, and lately...well, let's just say I've fallen off the bandwagon.  Right before my hubby returned home from Afghanistan, I hit my goal weight - the first time I've been that weight in almost six years. I felt amazing - so much more trim, without a baby belly, and my clothes were starting to fit better. In fact, some of my clothes were starting to get too big. But, after my hubby returned home, we were on vacation for a week, then home briefly, then away again for 10 days, and then home to pack and prepare for our cross country move. I tried to stick with eating well, but with all of the craziness, I slipped up. Food options that were fast and easy often meant unhealthy, and ...