Gym playlist # 13 Meant to Live (switchfoot)

The very last song on my playlist is Meant to Live.   In one of my past employment lives, I worked for a company that, ahead of its time, had a gym for the convenience of its associates.   In addition to the gym, they had full cafeteria food court and free soda all day every day for its associates.  TGIF parties, complete with beer kegs and wine bottles were frequent at this entrepreneurial company that was, at one time, voted the best place to work in Pittsburgh.   I consider myself lucky to have worked there, and have many contacts from there with whom I am still in touch.

I was in my twenties then, and had two tiny tots at home, who were born 11 months apart from one another (yikes!)   I really appreciated being able to use the gym at work.   One of my gym buddies at the time was Peter (you may remember a little story about his dog in Cheyne, Shane, Bear, Peter, Little Carter, Miss Kitt’s Awana…. part 3)

Peter was an avid runner, and would often occupy the treadmill next to me.  Sometimes while he would run beside me, I’d peak over at his MPH – it was not uncommon to see him run for long periods of time at 8 or 10 MPH. I recall this song being one of the songs he would listen to (this was long before iPhones and earbuds, and the gym had a stereo system that its users were actually free to use, subject to learning how to work together to agree on music selection). The music was generally cranked super loud to be super motivating – the louder, the better.

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(Just a quick humorous aside (sorry, I digress – look, a puppy!): One of my most embarrassing recollections of using that gym occurred the day I forgot to bring my work clothes to change into after my workout – and didn’t discover until AFTER I had worked out AND showered.    Luckily, the company had an on-site store and I was able to purchase a shirt (although it was a size 2X because they were going through a clearance) to wear with my sweats that day at work….  memories ;-))

At any rate, I learned this song long before I learned anything about Christian music.  I knew that Peter was a Christian and often went on missions trips with his church.  I liked the music of this song, but paid little attention the lyrics at that time.  As I read them now, however, there are so many that I connect with – “fumbling his confidence”, “failed attempts to fly”, “Have we lost ourselves?” (often, I’m afraid, we lose ourselves), “whether mice and men have second tries”, “We were meant for so much more”, “We’ve got more than this world’s got to offer”, and I could probably go on to recite the whole song.

More than any of the other powerful lyrics, however, are two lines of the song that stand out among the others.

“Maybe we’ve been living with our eyes half open;

Maybe we’re bent and broken”

bent and broken

Some of us are bent and broken.  In fact, if you aren’t bent and broken to some degree, I would think you haven’t truly lived.  To be daring enough to live life to the fullest, we are bound to have some bumps and bruises.  As a parent, one of the hardest lessons to learn is to allow our kids to get some bumps and bruises – to figure out life on their own.  Being bent and broken is neither a badge of honor, or a sign of shame – it’s simply a tool that God uses to shape us into what He wants us to be.

Often taken out of context, this reminds me of the verse in Romans 8:28 “And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, and are called according to His purpose.”

God never wastes a hurt.  God never wastes a bruise.  He uses them all to shape who he wants us to be.

What hurts have you experienced?  What have they taught you?   It’s a good day to reflect on how they have helped to shape who you are…   and think about who God wants you to be.

Be blessed today, my friends!

SB

BTW – I just want to thank all of you who have emailed me, texted me, commented on various posts you’ve read, letting me know they’ve encouraged you.  You can’t begin to know how much that encourages me – thank you for blessing me!

 

Meant to Live:

Fumbling his confidence

And wondering why the world has passed him by

Hoping that he’s bent for more than arguments,

And failed attempts to fly, fly

 

We were meant to live for so much more

Have we lost ourselves?

Somewhere we live inside

Somewhere we live inside

We were meant to live for so much more

Have we lost ourselves?

Somewhere we live inside

 

Dreaming about Providence

And whether mice or men have second tries

Maybe we’ve been livin’ with our eyes half open

Maybe we’re bent and broken, broken

 

We were meant to live for so much more

Have we lost ourselves?

Somewhere we live inside

Somewhere we live inside

We were meant to live for so much more

Have we lost ourselves?

Somewhere we live inside

 

We want more than this world’s got to offer

We want more than this world’s got to offer

We want more than the wars of our fathers

And everything inside screams for second life

 

We were meant to live for so much more

Have we lost ourselves?

We were meant to live for so much more

Have we lost ourselves?

We were meant to live for so much more

Have we lost ourselves?

We were meant to live

We were meant to live

Songwriters: Jonathan Foreman / Tim Foreman
To hear more of my story, (fiction laced with reality), please pick up a copy of Masquerade, (also available on Amazon).   If you’ve read it, and liked it, please feel free to leave a review at amazon review)
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Gym playlist #12. Everlong (Foo fighters)

If you’ve been keeping up with my posts, you may remember a post from a while back about my gym playlist being adulterated somehow (probably during phone upgrades or what have you), leaving only FooFighters’ Everlong. On my re-entry to workouts, I played it on repeat for a whole 2 miles.

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I’ve kept it on my list as I recreated, and it now occupies item #12.

You have a choice today. Get out to the gym today, or at least off your couch. 😉

Be blessed, my friends.

SB

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My rose colored world

My husband, ever the pessimist, sometimes haughtily accuses me of living in a dream world. Just the other night, he remarked that my rose-colored glasses were clouding my thoughts.

It’s not that I don’t see the ugly side of life. In fact, I see it with both of my eyes open wide. There’s a tremendous amount of brokenness and ugliness in the world. Not only do I see it, I have lived it, and, if I allowed myself to be consumed by it, could easily fall prey to my dark side.

I made a decision long ago, however, not to allow my dark side – the monster inside of me that I never want to let you see – be the outwardly visible part of me. In that same moment, I decided never to let the darkness of the world bring me down.

It’s very, very easy to become victim of circumstance; it requires strength and determination to live above our circumstances. Seeing the world through the lens that I choose helps me to keep focus on the positive. I’ve been rescued from victim mentality – and choose never to go there again.

I rather like my rose-colored world – my rose colored glasses remind me of the world from which I’ve been rescued – and the Light which I know dwells within me.

photo cred: agodman.com

Stay positive, my friends. It’s more than OK to see the world through rose-colored glasses – in fact, if I dare say, I’ll take my rose-colored to jaundiced eyes any day.

Blessings, my friends.

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If you’re interested to understand more about the darkness from which I’ve been rescued, you can read my journey in my fiction book (laced with reality) Masquerade

The Word – naming my year

Since my lunch with Sue, I’ve been pondering the perfect word to name my year. In all honesty, in my personal and spiritual life, I feel as though I am waiting expectantly for something to happen – it’s been that way for about the past year. I’ve posted several times about expecting miracles, waiting for God to unleash blessings, etc. As I reflect on this expectation, words like “await”, “anticipate”, “listen” (as in listening for God’s direction) come to my mind.

If we’re honest, most of us loathe waiting. It’s particularly frustrating waiting for something outside our control. Many years ago, a family member was laid off from his job. He had a friend who was a judge, who had apparently told this person he’d help him find a job. To my shock and amazement, this family member waited several years for his friend to come through, instead of actively seeking new employment on his own. I was in my early 20’s at the time, and even then, was dumbfounded and frustrated at his passivity. To be honest, I sort of lost respect for him to a certain degree.

Several years ago, I was put into a new role within my company. To be honest, it wasn’t a role I desired, and for the first year of that role, clashed with my manager. In the fall of that year, I attended a conference with our youth pastor and several other leaders within our church. During that conference, for which I had taken vacation time, my boss was particularly bothersome, calling or texting me daily for updates on projects, etc. Exasperated, I said to our pastor, “I’m done. I’m updating my resume and changing jobs as soon as I get home”. He looked at me and said matter-of-factly, “Why don’t you stay where you are until God calls you to something else?”

I stood and looked at him, bewildered. I had never really waited for God to direct me to anything. Somehow, despite growing up a shy and awkward introvert, I had somehow developed a sense of “take-charge-itiveness” that somewhat defined me, both professionally and personally. Looking back on it, I am confident that God’s had was on me the whole time, but I hadn’t yet learned the art of truly “waiting on him”. Every job change I had made, every activity I was involved in, every relationship I developed had been a result of decisions I had made (with one exception that I’ll share in the future).

His statement stopped me dead and caused me to self-reflect my responsibility to learn to wait for God. Isaiah 40:31 says, “but they who wait for the LORD shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings like eagles; they shall run and not be weary; they shall walk and not faint”

Learning to wait on God has been a process for me. If I’m honest, I’m still not good at it. However, I truly believe I am in a season of waiting – waiting with pregnant expectation of God’s blessing. I shall not wait passively like my family member, however. In waiting, I will continue to prepare my heart and my life, tuning my listening ear toward God, actively pursuing Him.

Still pondering the right word, but the “wait” is weighing in heavily.

Stay blessed, my friends!

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Gym playlist # 11. Rio (Duran Duran)

It’s actually slightly faster pace than Playlist # 10 and I’ve thought about switching them, but I kind of like slowing down and then speeding up, so for now, I’ve kept it what it is.

Rio

This song has no particular meaning for me, but has a cool bass like that I like, and reminds me of the 80’s, which were mostly good to me (though there are some parts I’d like to forget, and others I simply can’t remember for various reasons)

Because I’m not particularly wedded to this song, if any of you have any other suggestions as a good treadmill beat song, please comment below.

Stay cool, my friends.

Blessing, SB

Name Your Year

On Sunday afternoon, I had lunch with my friend, Sue, who I hadn’t seen for several months. We had a lot to catch up on – mostly to get updates on each others’ families and the like.

As we discussed the holidays, and “new year’s resolutions”, she mentioned a tradition that she started several years ago – and that is to NAME her year – to assign a catch phrase or word to the year that represents her intentions for the year. Kind of a resolution but not quite as specific.

For example, one of her years was named, “Growth”. During that year, she took several new classes and engaged in a new Bible study to grow spiritually. Another year was named, “Reach”. During that year, she made several life changes that caused her to reach out in new directions and get out of her comfort zone.

This year’s word for her is TRAIN – not the physical train, although, as it turns out, she is taking a train trip with her best friend. TRAIN can apply to physical training (as in training for a Century ride 😉 ) or even educational training.

Her challenge to me – and mine to you – is to name my year. (Given my 1,000 mile goal, I could easily steal hers, but that’s not really very challenging, is it?) A few that came to mind: Inspire, Thrive, Motivate, Affect, Effect, Recalibrate, Transform. Any suggestions?

How about you, my friends? what will your word of the year be?

Be Blessed, my friends – my treadmill is calling. Have an awesome day!

SB

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Renner – Runner – surviving spiritual attack

Before last week, I hadn’t heard of Rick Renner – but in a few moments that I took a dust-cloth to my family room to dust, he happened to be on the TV that my mother was watching. She’d not heard of him before, either, but was watching a program before he came on. As I dusted, I was momentarily awestruck by some of the words I heard him saying, so much so I stopped in my tracks.

I’be long lived my life expecting God to do miracles and wanting to live to please Him. You may remember posts earlier this year where I expressed I was praying some Jericho sizes prayers and expecting miracles.

Recently, I’ve experienced God moving in my life in strange but beautiful ways, and, admittedly, at first, I wondered if it was God at all. As I reflect on my prayers of late, I am more and more convinced that God is truly preparing to do some wonderful things in the lives of people He’s blessed me with. Because I know the Devil doesn’t like it, I’m trying my best to pay particular attention to His guidance, and this message particularly spoke to me. We WILL survive the battle…. and the war.

Take a listen and decide for yourself

Be blessed today, my friends

Surviving spiritual battle

Blessings,

SB