Faith, Football and Jesus

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Believe.
Why not us?
All in. 

These are just  a couple of the mantra’s that have become known if you are Seattle Seahawks fan. Most coming from the lips of Seahawks Quarterback Russell Wilson.

A little tidbit about me; I love football. I really love Seattle Seahawks football. Being that I live in the Pacific NW, it is kind of inevitable that they would be my team.
For them to win the Super Bowl is a dream come true. The feelings you get when your team wins the Super Bowl for the first time in franchise history is indescribable. I am basking in the glow and relishing in the moment.

This team has been four years in the making.
It has been put together and built around a bunch of “rejects;” men who have been looked over, men who have disabilities, and men who were thought of as mediocre.

Our coach is a man who people wondered if he could hack it in the NFL (the big leagues.) He is a man who had to get a doctor’s permission to play as a 110-pound quarterback in high school and who was fired by two NFL teams.

Our quarterback is a 5’11″ man who wasn’t picked until the 3rd round in the draft. A man who used to play professional baseball.

Our all-star cornerback is a fifth-round draft pick from Compton who aced Stanford and talks endlessly about himself.

Our star running back is the mutest athlete in sports history who got fined for not talking enough to the media.

Our kicker has a degree in neuroscience and didn’t play football until 2003.

Our leading receiver was not even selected in the NFL draft.

One of our fullbacks has been legally deaf since the age of three. He will be the first ever deaf player in the Super Bowl. 

Our other fullback nearly died from kidney and liver failure just five months ago. 

Our tight end is a former hockey player from Canada.

3rd round pick, 5th round pick, 7th round pick, undrafted.

Misfits. Rejects. Throwbacks. Underdogs. Mediocre. Average. Unworthy.

These were often the same words used to describe the 12 disciples. Average men. Common men. Men who had nothing “special” about them.

The same could be said about the Seattle Seahawks football team. A team whom are now national champions.

All year long I have been telling everyone that the real reason behind the success of our team is their faith and how it has been building throughout the team and throughout our city.

The Seahawks have a core group of amazing young men; men who are Christians who just happen to play football. They are lead by our quarterback, Russell Wilson, who is not afraid to speak out about his faith. He tweets scripture daily. He thanks God first in every single interview he gives. He leads this team of disciples with humbleness, gratefulness and an amazing example of faith. Just as Jesus did, Russell leads a group of average men that are using the NFL and football as their platform to share the gospel.

A fire has been lit in this team. A fire that comes from God and is slowly penetrating the rest of the team. I truly believe that the faith that is washing over this team is a huge factor of their success. They give everything to God. They put it in His hands and they thank Him no matter what the outcome. They are confident because they know that winning or losing a game is not what truly matters. What matters is their faith in God. And yes, some have been quoted as saying “God is more important then winning the Super Bowl.”

Jesus had 12 disciples that He chose to help him spread the gospel.
The fans in Seattle are known as the 12th Man.
The Seahawks won Super Bowl 48. 4+8 = 12.
The Seahawks scored in the first half of the game at 12 seconds.
The Seahawks scored in the second half of the game at 12 seconds.
The Seahawks final score was 43. 4×3 = 12.
Total Seahawks playoff wins = 12.
Average age of Seahawks is 26. 2×6 = 12.

Jesus had 12 Disciples.

I cannot wait to see where God leads this team next year. It is going to be exciting to watch.

 

*Thank you to Kim, a friend of a friend for some of these amazing facts about these amazing football players. 

Evening

The best part of my day is in the late evening.

It is that time of night when the kids have been put to bed. I’ve been to the gym and done my workout. I’ve showered. I spent some time with my husband and he has now gone to bed. I am now sitting alone, by myself.

There are very few hours of the day that are really truly mine. Hours where I can just stop and breathe for a minute. Hours when I can have some true quiet time with God. Hours when I can reflect on my day; what went wrong, what do I need to change, what could I have done differently and what is tomorrow going to look like.

I have never been a morning person. I do not see myself becoming a morning person. I have tried. Oh, how I have tried. It just is not how God made me.

God made me a night owl. He made me an introvert who thrives and gets recharged by spending some time alone.

Those few hours at night are mine. I can do whatever I want. I can watch what I want on TV. I can sit down and write. I can get caught up on some work. I can read a few chapters (or more) in the latest book I am reading.

Most of all, I can sit and relax, and just be.

I can just be me.

Then God blessed the seventh day and made it holy, because on it he rested from all the work of creating that he had done.
~Genesis 2:3~

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This post was inspired by Mama Kat’s Writer’s Workshop.

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Health

Most of my life I was chunky. I was a chunky little girl. I was a chunky pre-teen. I was a chunky teenager.

A lot of it is due to the home I grew up in. We did not eat healthy. Almost everything was fried. If it wasn’t fried, it was filled with sugar. We ate a lot of fast food. Because of my childhood, I became a recluse. I didn’t get out and experience any exercise. I stayed holed up in my home with books and TV and food to comfort me. I was not taught healthy habits.

I have had a lot of pain and brokenness in my past that has continually led me to food.

About two years ago, I was diagnosed with high blood pressure and type 2 diabetes. Even that was not enough to make me care about my health. Even that was not enough to make me change my eating habits and lifestyle. I continued down a slippery slope.

Then I happened to take this amazing bible study full of healing.

What I realized during this study, was that I did not feel I was worth the time, energy and effort to be healthy. A large part of my life I was told a lot of false ideas.

“You’re too fat”
“You’re not good enough”
“You will never be good enough”
“I need to make decisions for you because you aren’t capable”
“You will never make it in this life”
“My love is conditional on your achievements”

What this bible study taught me was that I AM GOOD ENOUGH. I am loved always; unconditionally, by a Father who will never abandon me. I am worthy. I am an accomplished woman. I AM worth fighting for.

Since that bible study, my eyes have been opened. My heart has been healed. I have learned to love myself. I have learned that I am worth it all.

I have started on a healthy eating plan.
I have started lifting weights, which I LOVE. I have never been one to like exercise, but I love lifting. After researching I think it is highly underrated for women. You should look into it.
I have gotten back on my medication for both my high BP and diabetes.

I haven’t gotten too far yet in my journey. But I have lost almost 4 lbs and I’ve lost about 1/2 a pants size. Better yet, I’m STILL excited about getting healthy and working out. That is HUGE for me. I tend to give up after just a week or two.

The best part is that I’m doing this for ME. I’m not doing it because everyone around me is telling me I need to lose weight. I’m not doing it because the TV and magazines tell me I’m ugly. I’m doing it because I have a Father who loves me, unconditionally, and He has taught me that I am worth everything. I am worth love. I am worth living. I need to take care of the temple God has bestowed upon me because He is not finished with me yet.

Give thanks to the Lord, for he is good; his love endures forever.

~1 Chronicles 16:34~
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Simplicity

I have been away from the blog for quite some time.

During that time, I have done a lot of healing. I have done a lot of growing. I have done a lot of maturing.

I have never been one to make resolutions. I do tend to evaluate things at the beginning of the year and try to see where God is leading me and what I need to change. This year, I came across the idea that you choose a word to represent your life goals that year.

Simplicity. 

After prayer and petition, God has led me to this word. 

The Merriam-Webster dictionary defines simplicity as “the state of being simpleuncomplicated, or uncompounded”.

Simple.
Uncomplicated.

That is where God is leading me.
He is leading me to a life that is free from busyness. A life that is free from chaos. A life that is free from all the extra junk that I have tried to carry with me. A life that is free from my strive for perfectionism. A life that is full of the things that matter the most; God, my husband, my children, my family, my friends and my service for the Kingdom.

I am excited about where God is leading me this year.
I cannot wait to see what He throws out of my path so I can continue down the road of simplicity.
Right now, your guess is as good as mine as to what that is going to look like in 12 months.

One thing I do now, He wants me writing again.
He wants me sharing my testimony.
He wants me seeking His grace.
He wants me reaching out to fellow women and mothers.

But most of all, He just wants Me.

Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy and my burden is light.
~Matthew 11: 28-30~

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Rubble

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I am doing a bible study through my church called Nehemiah: A Heart that Can Break by Kelly Minter.

In today’s lesson, Nehemiah 4:10 we learn about all of the rubble that is left from the destruction of the walls of Jerusalem. Because of the amount of rubble still left around them, it becomes quite difficult for those working to rebuild the wall to move around all of the rubble.

Even before Kelly mentioned it in the lesson, my mind immediately went to all the rubble that is still rumbling around my life, my heart and my spirit. I have had a difficult past; a past in which I have not completely healed from…..yet.

As I am going through the other study I am doing to help my heart to heal from my past, I am realizing how much rubble I still have around my heart; 30+ years of rubble just tumbling around in there. That is a lot of rubble!

Our rubble does not just go away on its own. We have to be intentional about picking up each piece and examining it to see if it is worth fixing. We need to decide if it is worth using that damaged piece to rebuild our wounded heart.
Only God can help us to decide that. Only God can show us, just like He showed Nehemiah, how to rebuild.

What rubble have you been holding onto?

He who calls you is faithful, who also will do it
~1 Thessalonians 5:24~

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