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Who are you and what breaks your heart?

The answer to the question is an important one and is different for every person. Within the answer to this question lies the desires of your heart, and where you can begin to find your purpose.

Who are you and what breaks your heart?

Who are you and what breaks your heart? I first heard this question a few years ago as a challenge from our youth pastor. Along with the other adult sponsors of our youth, I searched deep within myself to answer the question.  The answer to the question is an important one and is different for every person.  Within the answer to this question lies the desires of your heart, and where you can begin to find your purpose.   It took me several days to fully craft my response.  Over the next several years, I returned to the question as well as my answer, sometimes tweaking the verbiage, but never the message.

I am a musician, an engineer, a mentor; my desire is to leave things better than I found them; I am a sister, daughter, wife, mother, aunt, friend.

Suicide breaks my heart; cancer breaks my heart; human trafficking breaks my heart; seeing people make bad life decisions breaks my heart.

I am thankful for the One True and Living God who saved me from myself and, through His Son Jesus Christ, has saved me from my sins.

I am confidently persistent, boldly creative and passionately determined that I may inspire others to live a life that ultimately matters.

I am a believer in Jesus Christ and a firm believer that God has a plan for every one of our lives.   In my young life, I struggled to find that purpose.  Once I found it, I developed a passion to help others find their purpose in life as well.

This blog is a collection of life experiences, probably some past and some present, designed to connect with you on your life journey, to help you ultimately live a life that matters.  My sincerest prayer is that through my words, you are drawn into a deeper relationship with the One who can fulfill your purpose in life.

Blessings,

SB

 

Gym playlist # 5 Back From The Dead (Skillet)

Frontman John Cooper wrote this tongue-in-cheek track after the release of Rise, when people were predicting the demise of the band due to the decline in the general popularity of rock music. “I started getting really annoyed about people saying, ‘Oh, rock is dead, and nobody is going to like this.’ Some people were hammering on Skillet, saying, ‘Oh, they’re over,” he recalled.  Cooper added that Skillet was treated “a little badly by some of the people that we’ve always been faithful to and had good relationships with in the industry,” so he penned the track as “a little bit of a ‘shut up’ to everybody. It became my fight song, and it really didn’t have a deep meaning. It felt a little rebellious in the right ways.” (Songfacts.com)

Some songs of my gym playlist I select just because of the beat. This one’s pretty quick paced and good for the point in my treadmill workout where I have it.  Although John Cooper may feel this song has no particular meaning, I would see it as appropriate for anyone trying to make any positive change in their life – to breathe new life into whatever they are trying to accomplish.   I’ve bolded a couple of the lines that I like from this song.   The first (I scratch and bleed just to stay alive) I will expound on in a future post.   The other two, “You took a piece now I’m biting back” and “Full of love, full of light, full of fight” to me, refer to my own life transformation from being a victim (of the devil, of life’s circumstances, etc) and a filthy sinner to being victorious in Jesus.  Before I knew Jesus, my life was full of sin. And in truth, now, even though I know Jesus I still sin.

I am full of His Love and Light now, and the fight that He gives me to relentlessly pursue those who are lost. Today, my fight is physical – in support of my wonderful friend.  Tonight or tomorrow, it may be spiritual or emotional.

In his sermon this week, our pastor talked about his visit to Paris to see his son, who is a missionary there.  He visited beautiful cathedrals and various churches, all of which were like white-washed tombs, which outwardly appear beautiful but are dead inside.  There are so many of us wandering around who just feel dead inside.  Jesus provides the opportunity to come back from that dead and be renewed and transformed through Him, and will fill us with love and light and fight.

Keep fighting, my friends, keep fighting.  We are in the battle to win the war.

Love and blessings to you!

SB

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Matthew 23:27 English Standard Version (ESV)

27 “Woe to you, scribes and Pharisees, hypocrites! For you are like whitewashed tombs, which outwardly appear beautiful, but within are full of dead people’s bones and all uncleanness.

Back from the Dead (Skillet)

B-b-b-b-b-back-back-back
B-b-b-b-b-back-back-back
B-b-b-b-b-back-back-back
Cold and black inside this coffin
‘Cause you all try to keep me down
How it feels to be forgotten
But you’ll never forget me now
Enemies clawing at my eyes
I scratch and bleed, just to stay alive, yeah
The zombies come out at night
They’ll never catch me
They’ll never catch me
B-b-b-b-b-back-back-back
B-b-b-b-b-back-back-back
Light it up, light it up, now I’m burning
Feel the rush, feel the rush of adrenaline
We are young, we are strong, we will rise
‘Cause I’m back, back, back from the dead tonight
To the floor, to the floor, hit the red line
Flying high, flying high at the speed of light
Full of love, full of light, full of fight
‘Cause I’m back, back, back from the dead tonight
B-b-b-b-b-back-back-back
B-b-b-b-b-back-back-back
Break the skin, spread like poison
Dying slow when we all attack
How it feels to be the broken
You took a piece now I’m biting back
Enemies clawing at my eyes
I scratch and bleed, just to stay alive, yeah
The zombies come out at night
They’ll never catch me
They’ll never catch me
B-b-b-b-b-back-back-back
B-b-b-b-b-back-back-back
Light it up, light it up, now I’m burning
Feel the rush, feel the rush of adrenaline
We are young, we are strong, we will rise
‘Cause I’m back, back, back from the dead tonight
To the floor, to the floor, hit the red line
Flying high, flying high at the speed of light
Full of love, full of light, full of fight
‘Cause I’m back, back, back from the dead tonight
Back, back, back from the dead tonight
Deep down, for the count, don’t you dare cut me out
Never break, never bow
Never beg, not a doubt
The zombies come out at night
They’ll never catch me
They’ll never catch me
B-b-b-b-b-back-back-back
B-b-b-b-b-back-back-back
B-b-b-b-b-back-back-back
B-b-b-b-b-back-back-back
Light it up, light it up, now I’m burning
Feel the rush, feel the rush of adrenaline
We are young, we are strong, we will rise
‘Cause I’m back, back, back from the dead tonight
To the floor, to the floor, hit the red line
Flying high, flying high at the speed of light
Full of love, full of light, full of fight
‘Cause I’m back, back, back from the dead tonight
Back, back, back from the dead tonight
dead tonight
(B-b-b-b-b-back-back-back) back from the dead tonight
(B-b-b-b-b-back-back-back) dead tonight
(B-b-b-b-b-back-back-back) back from the dead tonight
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Applegate Miracle

In posts earlier this year, I mentioned that I’ve seen God truly work miracles in my life in the past, which gives me confidence that he’ll do it again.  I believe I even said that, at some point, I would share those with my fellow sojourners, but I couldn’t find the post where I did.

Today, as my husband and I made our bi-annual visit to his surgeon’s office, a trip we’ve made for six years now, we reminisced about one of those times.    It’s a rather long post, so I apologize, but promise that if you read to the end, you will agree that God and God alone could have orchestrated. 

In May of 2012, my husband, an auto mechanic for a local, small company, was prying a spring out of a truck with a breaker bar when the bar slipped, jarring his entire spine.  He felt a wicked tingling up and down his spine at the time, and thought to himself, “that hurt like hell” and kept working.   He neither mentioned it to anyone at work, nor filed any type of incident report.  Over the next few weeks, he experienced pain and numbness in his arms and legs, and visited his chiropractor a couple of times.  On one Friday evening, nearly five weeks later, when he came home from work, his legs wouldn’t work, and he literally army-crawled up the hill from the garage into the house.   I texted a friend of mine who is a Physicians’ Assistant about what was going on, and her response was to get him to a neurosurgeon as soon as possible.   In all honestly, I thought she was over-reacting.  

Somehow, Rich made it through the evening, and even went to work the next day. While he was at work, he told them about the incident that had happened weeks before.  They were unhappy that he hadn’t filed a report earlier, but filed one and gave him the list of company approved doctors that he could see.  The first one one the list was Dr. Bookwalter, a neurosurgeon.

The following Monday, I called Bookwalter’s office, looking to schedule an appointment.  They asked me to describe his symptoms and after I did, they asked if I could get him in to see the doctor that same day.   I thought to myself, “When does that ever happen?”    I called Rich, who was at work, and told him I was coming to pick him up for the appointment.   

We filled out paperwork in the office (the first of many paperwork’s that we’d complete) and waited for Dr. Bookwalter.  When he came into the office, he asked my husband to walk across the room.  He said, “you can’t fake a gait, there’s something seriously wrong and we need to find out what it is quickly.”   

Because he’s a mechanic, and has gotten rust and metal in his eyes on more occasions that I can count on my appendages, he is physically unable to get an MRI, and needs to have a myelogram any time doctors need images.  (This is because when they drill the metal out of his eyes, there is always some residual that they cannot remove.  The magnets from the MRI equipment will draw those metal remnants out of his eyes, which could cut capillaries, etc, in the process, and could risk damaging his eyesight.)  Dr. Bookwalter’s office scheduled a myelogram for that Wednesday at a nearby hospital, and a follow-up visit with Dr. Bookwalter for Thursday to read the results.   We left the office and Rich went back to work to finish his day. 

The following day, mid-morning, Rich called me to say that the hospital called him to cancel the appointment because the insurance (which was the company’s worker’s comp insurance) had been declined.   It took several phone calls from each of us to untangle what had happened, but as it turned out, the list of doctors that was provided to him previously was the incorrect list – the company had updated its insurance (and hence list of approved doctors) but had never changed the posting in the store.  As it turned out, Dr. Bookwalter was not on the new list.  Instead, Rich was told that he would have to visit a different workers’ comp doctor.  Since we knew that Dr. Bookwalter felt like his injury was significant at that point, we were extremely apprehensive to “start over” with another doctor – particularly one working “for the company”.   

I’ll pause here to say that one of the things I appreciate most about my husband is his work ethic and integrity, and a no point in his life would he ever consider taking advantage of a company.  I know there are people out there who would, and, as a people manager myself, I know that companies need to protect themselves, too.  At the same time, I have heard and seen cases where the workers comp doctors, with the company’s interest in mind, would refer someone to physical therapy as a starting point.  Because we had an inkling that this was a more serious problem, we were concerned that a new doctor would start with physical therapy, which could further injure him.   In addition, we didn’t want to cancel the myelogram because we really wanted to start the diagnostic ball rolling.   I honestly can’t remember exactly how we resolved it, but I remember asking if we could simply pay for it – as it turns out, a procedure like that cost tens of thousands of dollars.  I imagine that I gave the hospital our own health insurance information so that we could keep the myelogram appointment.  

Sometime around noon on Tuesday of that week, Rich’s company told him that he had to leave work – that he was officially on short-term disability until we determined what was wrong with him, they didn’t want him working in their shop.  No doubt this was to protect themselves – and we understood that.  At the same time, it was all fairly overwhelming to both of us.  He called to ask me to pick him up at work, which I did.  We drove around for a bit, scared and overwhelmed, and eventually found our way to the office of their company workers’ comp doctor, where we literally sat and cried together for what seemed like an eternity.    Unsure of our next step, and looking for guidance from God, Rich and I prayed together for the first time in probably 12 years. 

The next morning, we got up early and went to the hospital for the myelogram.  It was a long process that took the better half of the day.  We left the hospital after noon, and once again sat in the parking lot and cried together, completely overwhelmed, discussing our options.  At one point, one of us (I don’t remember which) suggested that we drive over to the workers’ comp doctor’s office because we wanted to do the right thing.   Somewhere in this mess of a couple of days, I had reached out to our own company’s worker’s comp specialist to discuss policies, legalities, and options, and knew that was our best option, despite our concerns about physical therapy.  

I drove over to the office, and we prayed before we went in.  We filled out another mountain of paperwork and waited an eternity to be seen by the doctor.   Dr. Applegate was his name – an older gentleman with kind eyes.  He reviewed the paperwork, listened to our story and asked to confirm we had just left the hospital where the myelogram was taken.  We confirmed.   He asked us to wait in the waiting room – he was going to call the hospital and get the results to read immediately, but he didn’t know how long it would take.  

After another eternity (literally hours), he called us back into his office.  His voice kind and gentle like his eyes, had a genuine voice of concern that I’d never heard in a doctor before.  As he showed us the pictures, he described what was happening in Rich’s spine.  As it turns out, the injury (actually injuries) that occurred were the same injuries that occurred when Christopher Reeves was thrown from a horse (the actor who played Superman, for those who don’t know – and he was paralyzed by those injuries).  The only difference was that Christopher’s injuries were spinal cord crushing all at once and Rich’s spine was being crushed more slowly. He indicated that Rich had a problem in his lower spine as well, but the most pressing area was his neck, because his vertebrae were crushing his spinal cord.   He likened it to running your vacuum cleaner cord over, and over, and over again, eventually it will break.  That was what was happening in Rich’s spine.   He quite seriously pointed out that it was possible that Rich could become paralyzed like Christopher, and that we really wouldn’t know, but that he needed immediate surgery to alleviate the crushing.   This diagnosis was like a life blow to us – indeed, it was life-changing. In that moment, we weren’t sure if he’d ever walk again, let alone work. 

The first miracle occurred in the next part of the conversation.  Dr. Applegate looked at us and said these words.  “So here, we know that there is a very serious injury.  And here we are in the workers’ comp doctors office, where the bean counters have certain procedures and protocol to follow.   As a doctor, I know that I need to do the right thing, and that is to get you to the very best neurosurgeon I know, and since we don’t have a neurosurgeon on staff in this office, I’m going to have to refer you to an external neurosurgeon.   It will not make the bean-counters or directors happy, but it’s what we’ve got to do.   Dr. Bookwalter is his name, and I think we need to simply refer you right back to him”. 

I can’t even express to you the flood of emotion that we had in that moment.  My own medical history is pretty thin to be honest – other than delivering 3 beautiful babies, I had little experience with doctors, but had a picture in my mind that patients must be like numbers to them.  So many a day, day in and day out.   Never had I ever experienced the genuine compassion of a doctor – and his “real person” conversation before.   We are forever grateful for Dr. Applegate and his keen observations and compassion in Rich’s medical history. 

We left the office that day knowing unequivocally that God’s hand was upon us, and that He and He alone had orchestrated the circumstances to be referred back to Dr. Bookwalter.    I wish I could tell you that was the end of our journey – it wasn’t.   In fact, it’s an on-going journey, filled with many other miracles for another day.   

The short of his medical journey was that Rich had his first surgery the following week (to remove the pressure on his spinal cord, fused C-3-7 – neck vertebrae), and six months later in his lower back (S1).  After a year off of work, he was able to return to doing his mechanic job, where he still is today (a miracle in and of itself).  

Rich is a living testimony that God is, in fact, still in the miracle business.  I believe that God allowed this miracle in our lives to show us that He was intimately interested in what happens to us and to draw us closer to Him. As we reminisced that experience today on our drive home from the doctor’s office, I said, “You know God’s hand was on us the whole time.”   He simply replied, “I know it.”  

My friends and fellow sojourners – look for the miracles.  They literally happen every day – some are big and some are small, and they are manifested in different ways, but if you life your life expecting them, you will also see them.

May you be blessed today!

SB

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Your worst enemy

Is it the girl in the hallway, who is jealous of your date?

or the man who works beside you, uncertain of his fate?

Perhaps  the one who feigns to be a friend for all to see

but in the silence of the dark, true colors soon to be

No, though all these may be true.

Possibly, just possibly, your worst enemy might turn out to be you.

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Gym Playlist # 4 – Monster (Skillet)

Monster – Skillet

The secret side of me, I never let you see
I keep it caged but I can’t control it
So stay away from me, the beast is ugly
I feel the rage and I just can’t hold it It’s scratching on the walls, in the closet, in the halls
It comes awake and I can’t control it
Hiding under the bed, in my body, in my head
Why won’t somebody come and save me from this, make it end?I feel it deep within, it’s just beneath the skin
I must confess that I feel like a monster
I hate what I’ve become, the nightmare’s just begun
I must confess that I feel like a monster  I, I feel like a monster
I, I feel like a monster My secret side I keep hid under lock and key
I keep it caged but I can’t control it
‘Cause if I let him out he’ll tear me up, break me down
Why won’t somebody come and save me from this, make it end?I feel it deep within, it’s just beneath the skin
I must confess that I feel like a monster
I hate what I’ve become, the nightmare’s just begun
I must confess that I feel like a monster I feel it deep within, it’s just beneath the skin
I must confess that I feel like a monster
I, I feel like a monster
I, I feel like a monster It’s hiding in the dark, it’s teeth are razor sharp
There’s no escape for me, it wants my soul, it wants my heart
No one can hear me scream, maybe it’s just a dream
Maybe it’s inside of me, stop this monster I feel it deep within, it’s just beneath the skin
I must confess that I feel like a monster
I hate what I’ve become, the nightmare’s just begun
I must confess that I feel like a monster I feel it deep within, it’s just beneath the skin
I must confess that I feel like a monster
I’ve gotta lose control, here’s something radical
I must confess that I feel like a monster I, I feel like a monster
I, I feel like a monster
I, I feel like a monster
I, I feel like a monster

Many years ago I was introduced to the band, Skillet at Creationfest Northeast festival. Having grown up with 80’s hairband metal bands, I like hard rock music, and John Coopers raspy voice is cool. As I listened to the words of Skillets songs, particularly on their Comatose album, and even more specifically on the song Last Night, I realized their words have deep meaning, which makes me like them even more. (the fact that their drummer, Jen Ledger, is a wild woman with sticks and that John Coopers wife plays the guitar is pretty cool.)

If you’re not familiar with Skillet, you should check em out…my favorite album is Comatose but the others are decent too.

Comatose

Awake

Rise

Bass guitar, lead vocalist and band leader John Cooper expanded on the meaning of this song to Christianity Today magazine: “In a theological sense, the song is about original sin. You are born into the human race, you’re guilty or sinful, no matter what you hope to be. “Monster” is about the fact that there is somebody we know we don’t want to be. Some people call it the old man or the old self. That guy wants to creep out when you’re driving and somebody cuts you off. You wonder as a Christian, how do I keep it at bay? I liken it to the idea of a ’50s horror film of this beast inside you coming alive.” (Songfacts.com)

I’d have to agree that all of us have a monster within. Some are better at keeping it at bay than others. And some monsters are uglier than others. The uglier the monster and the harder to keep at bay, the more we need Jesus. We all mask our monster. Jesus is the one who sees us for who we really are.

My favorite lines in this song are:

“It wants my soul it wants my heart” and “I hate what I’ve become”. I have a few thoughts on each:

“It wants my soul it wants my heart”. Friends, there is a fierce battle going on for your soul. In every one of us, up until the time we die, there is a battle going on between Jesus and Satan for your soul. You see, Satan, the fallen angel, doesn’t want us to find the peace that controls our monster (Jesus). He wants us to be the monster. But Jesus tells us in the Bible:

New International Version John 16:33
“I have told you these things, so that in me you may have peace. In this world you will have trouble. But take heart! I have overcome the world.”

When my inner monster comes out (and trust me, it’s ugly) I remind myself that He that is within me is greater than He that is within the world.

“I hate what I’ve become”. I have had people say these exact words to me, and for all the world, when they do, I’d like to say back, “then change it. If you don’t like who you are then change it. Find a new role model, new friends, and just do it”. I am reminded of a sociology class I took in college where the professor taught that inner city kids beget inner city kids and the cycle just continues because very few can mentally break the cycle of their familiarity. As an idealistic 20 something from a single parent home, putting myself through college, I couldn’t comprehend what he was teaching. I thought for sure he was wrong, that it only took a little courage for someone to pull themselves out of the mud. (And probably because I had been pulled out of the mud, I have an especially difficult time with people stuck in victim mentality) The longer I live, however, I have seen generations after generations make the same silly mistakes as those before them, and I’ve seen the inner city kids (I use that term loosely and not to offend anyone) stay inner city kids. I have seen people who can see the truth but just cannot accept it and cannot change. I wish I could change for them, but I can’t. They have to be the ones to do it.

The truth is that most people will not change until their risk of changing becomes greater than their risk of staying the same. For me, I was on a downward spiral and I knew it. The risk was that I’d stay on a path that would ultimately lead to destruction. For me, it was too great a risk. Luckily, a loving Savior reached down to pull me out of the muck and mire and set my feet on solid ground. The transformation of who I was to who I would become with Jesus wasn’t overnight, and, in fact, is still evolving. As I study God’s Word and apply those principals to my life, He continues to mold me to what He wants me to be.

If you know someone who hates who they’ve become, know that they can change if they are willing. … and if that person is you, know that it IS possible to change who you’ve become. I’ve done it. You can too! With God, all things are possible.

Monster is a good 4.0 MPH song at medium stride. Perfect for a treadmill

Be a blessing to someone today, my friends

SB

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Icy conditions…

Lol. I needed this sign yesterday. I’m guessing that they put it up after they saw me wipe out in the parking lot.

Be that as it may, I took my daughter to the gym with me today and we laughed about the sign on the way in.

Today’s accomplishment was 16 more miles, and this time I burned nearly 600 calories. At the start, i was fooling around with the programs in the bike and Tiff started sooner than me, before I decided on just manual program. She was a full 4 minutes ahead of me. It took a while but my competition kicked in and I had to pass her distance. Somewhere around 2.73 miles I caught up and then dusted her. Lol. There will come a day when my kids will out-do me in everything, and that’s good. But for today, I was happy to eat her. Lol.

I am proud that she rode 11 miles. She will run the 5k with me this summer.. and we have a long term goal to ride our bikes to DC, so I’m thrilled to have her along my journey.

Be blessed today, my friends,

SB

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The Journey of 1000 miles

Earlier this week, I started a new journey of 1000 miles. The mileage really isn’t important specifically but serves to set a target. For me, having a target to achieve is important, so 1,000 miles sounded like a good one. More specifically, my goal is to exercise 1,000 miles, be it walking, running, biking, rowing, swimming indoors or out. At present, I have no specific time frame in mind, but if I know my competitive nature, I will want to accomplish the goal as aggressively as possible

I started the weeks’ workouts on the treadmill in my basement, mostly out of convenience. My life is crazy busy so my workouts usually happen either ridiculously early or very late in the day.

After four days on the treadmill, I noticed some of my leg muscles were sore, so I mixed it up a bit today and rode 16 miles on the exercise bike.  My new Brook’s hadn’t ever been outside the house until today. When I left for the gym at 7:15 AM, there were some icy spots on the road – and apparently in the parking lot of the gym because after a few steps, I completely wiped out.  LOL.  I’m sure it was quite a site as I scurried to get back on my feet again.   I only had a little bit of blood to show for it, and luckily didn’t rip my leggings.. haha

just a little blood – it will come out

I haven’t been to the gym in a long time, and I’ve discovered they’ve gotten all new bikes – and I had to re-learn how to use them.. ha.   I never did figure out how to change the rpm to mph setting, but I was able to do two 30 minute sessions for a total of 16 miles in about 70 minutes, which is 13.8 mph ave – respectable for the first bike ride, but i’ll work to improve that. 

I used my gym playlist for biking, but in all honesty, the pacing is different on a bike than on a treadmill, so I may need to come up with a bike playlist.  For today, it worked fine. 

 

 

For any of you who were along my 2015 journey, you know that I love the rower, too.   When I arrived at the gym today, there was someone on the rower – which was fine because my intent was to bike anyway.   

As I finished my second set, just before the cool down, I noticed that the rower was empty!  I had this brief struggle with myself  – do I finish the bike workout in the middle, before hitting the desired time/distance and hop onto the rower? or do I take my chances that it will be available in 5 minutes when the cool down is over?   the struggle is real.    I have long struggled with the OCD part of me that would prefer if the workout would end at an even distance and an even time and an even calorie count, but it never works out that way.   Today, I opted to wait for the even time and finish the cool down.. and you know what happened at exactly 2:25 min left in my cool down?    you guessed it… someone got onto the rower.   DANG!  I was like, “really?”    

rower available!

and then I remember that my friend told me they had brought in an additional rower.  I looked casually around the room and didn’t see one.  When my workout was over, my legs were like jelly and it took a few seconds to be able to walk like a human (true!)    But when I did, I took a walk around, and.. lo and behold in a lonely corner (which is perfect, since I really don’t like to be around other people), there was the second rower – wide open, with no one on it!  I was so happy as I climbed on and started rowing – it felt like meeting up with an old friend.  He and I got reacquainted for a few minutes before I decided I had better get off, but it was a nice reunion.  I think I’ll row again tomorrow. 

It felt really good today to stretch some different muscles and accomplish more miles…. a blessing for the day.

Be blessed, my friends.  Keep trucking!

SB

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Gym Playlist # 3 – Sweet Dreams are Made of This

Number 3 in my gym play list, throw-back to 1983, this song was life-changing for the British duo consisting of Annie Lenox and David Stewart.  Although a strong bass-line, it’s a bit techno for my present taste, but a good throw-back and is good to keep a 4.0 MPH pace on my treadmill for 3 minutes and 37 seconds.     

Sweet Dreams are Made of This

 According to multimedia-english.com, The information booklet in Eurythmics’ 1983 album Sweet Dreams (Are Made Of This) says that the song is about life as it is, saying that here we are in our existences, trying to make sense of our lives and to survive.

Making sense of our lives really comes from understanding who we are.  We have been created by an amazing Creator to love and worship Him and to help others find Him too.  I see people every day, however, who are searching for purpose in many other things… be it relationships, bottles, pills, blades, or other things.   The song paints somewhat of a bleak picture of people in my opinion – that everyone is really out to use/be used by people.   In my rose-colored glasses, I prefer to see the world for the beauty that it is.  Oh, I know there is ugliness and despair in the world, and it breaks my heart, but in my heart of hearts, I prefer to see the good in things and people. 

I do agree that everybody’s looking for something.  A pastor friend of mine used to say that everyone is looking for a sense of purpose – and people look for that purpose in all kinds of places, some of them good and some of them really, really bad.  In my “about me” page, I talked about the fact that in my early life, I struggled to find my purpose – now that I’ve found it, I’d like to help others find theirs as well. 

One part of the song that I’ve always liked is “hold your head up, keep moving on”.   

Without hope, it can be difficult to hold our heads high, but when we know that our confidence is in a God who loves as as we are, but too much to let us stay there, our lives can be transformed.  My life verse is Jeremiah 29:11, “For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.” (NIV).   I remember the day that I really heard that verse for the first time – I had probably heard it hundreds of times before that day – but on that day, my ears were opened and I truly HEARD what God was telling me. … that He has a purpose for my life… and if He has a purpose for my pitiful, pathetic, shadow of a life, then He has a plan for your life as well. 

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There are times in life when our hurts and burdens feel so heavy that we think we can’t go on, and we need a reminder to keep our dignity and our heads held high and keep pursing our dreams.   (along those lines, there are times when our dreams make sense to no one else but us… that’s ok) .

Keep pursuing your dreams, my friends.   

Blessings, 

SB

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Sweet dreams are made of this
Who am I to disagree?
I travel the world
And the seven seas,
Everybody’s looking for something.

Some of them want to use you
Some of them want to get used by you
Some of them want to abuse you
Some of them want to be abused.

Sweet dreams are made of this
Who am I to disagree?
I travel the world
And the seven seas
Everybody’s looking for something

Hold your head up
Keep your head up, movin’ on
Hold your head up, movin’ on
Keep your head up, movin’ on
Hold your head up
Keep your head up, movin’ on
Hold your head up, movin’ on
Keep your head up, movin’ onSome of them want to use you
Some of them want to get used by you
Some of them want to abuse you
Some of them want to be abused.

Sweet dreams are made of this
Who am I to disagree?
I travel…