Cast Your Worries is proud to welcome Melissa Meyer who blogs at fit4liferx. Not only is she an incredible athlete, but she is also one of the sincerest encouragers I’ve met!
Today she shares how fitness has impacted worries in her life and how God actually designed our bodies to benefit from movement.
January, the start of a new year, but the beginning of what would end up being one the most trying years for my family. Our faith, strength, and endurance was about to go through the largest test. What started as two grand mal seizures turned into months of uncertainty and unrest. My gut told me my dad’s condition was serious but I did not want to believe it to be true.
In the months following, my father was taken from specialist to specialist, with no clear diagnosis. As I sat with my mom and dad at Northwestern medicine on March 20th our world was about to be tuned upside down. My dad had a brain tumor, which later turned out to be brain cancer. Continue reading
That’s what I kept thinking the other night. As I reflected on my day of homeschooling 3 tornadoes I cringed at my serious, harsh, controlling tone that ruled the day. I snapped at my oldest, scowled at my boy, and talked impatiently with my 3-year-old.
I used to be fun.
When I was a camp counselor, I was the most carefree mentor around. I was goofy, playful, warm, and I smiled more. I was a relaxed Sunday school teacher and I could work the room at any social gathering.
I thought for sure I would have this whole mom thing locked up. I thought I would have more fun with my kids. Why wouldn’t I when I had so much fun with everyone else?! What I didn’t account for was the effect of worry on my ability to relax.
Worry steals my fun. I stiffen up when I feel the need to control things. I get serious and tighten up mentally and emotionally. I have expectations of the mom and person I want to be. When I don’t live up to them, I worry that I’m letting everyone down, especially my kids. And that’s when I’m no fun. Continue reading
I’m excited to share with you a guest post from blogger Andrew Beck. Andrew blogs at b4Him.com, a site meant to encourage, challenge, and inspire you on your walk with Christ. He is married to Gina, and they have two daughters Lia and Ariana. In the last 5 years, he and his family have immersed themselves in church and the Bible and seen their lives transformed.
Today he shares how daily choices are opportunities to define ourselves…and even when we make the wrong choice, we have a God who chose to be a real man for us and offer us forgiveness and eternity!
Afraid to be a Real Man
Now I am sure you are wondering what I mean “afraid to be a real man”. I am talking about being a man who under all circumstances will follow Jesus. He doesn’t succumb to the pressure of this world to tone it down when around certain people or in certain situations.
This doesn’t mean you go around quoting scripture to people all the time, but your actions need to show it. We cannot have different actions based on the people we are with; this isn’t how we are called to live. Continue reading
For some of us, the start of the new school year is like January 1st. It’s the perfect time for new starts. We resolve to make better breakfasts, be more organized in the morning, not be late, and in general be the school parent we’ve always dreamed of being.
That usually means we need to be more organized.
So that’s what I’ve been trying to do for the last couple of months. I have a lot of responsibilities I’m trying to juggle and I need a road map for my days.
I realized something as I sought to organize my craziness:
I worry more when I’m stressed.
This seems like a total DUH, but sometimes the obvious is veiled. Continue reading
I woke up the other night and I couldn’t breathe. My chest was tight, my heart was thumping, and my mind was in shock. It felt like a panic attack.
All because of a dream.
I’ve had bad dreams before, about death and other awful things, but this was by far the worst. I dreamed that Jim had an affair, had no desire to reconcile, and actually thought very poorly of me. It was a nightmare.
My dear husband has never given me any reason to have this dream. He is faithful, committed, and one of the greatest blessings in my life.
When I finally woke from this hellish dream, he was there to hold me, calm my sobs and process the happenings of this facade.
At 4 a.m. I realized that I still have a couple of insecurities lodged in my heart. Again, not because of Jim’s actions; it stems from my own self-doubt.
Am I loved?
Am I accepted?
Am I intelligent? Continue reading
A couple of weeks ago I blogged about my fear of strangers. I talked about how sometimes I am suspicious of others and how it can inhibit my witness. I think God must have read my post because I had two unique opportunities this week to work with strangers.
The first was with Mimi. Mimi is a wonderful 26-year-old woman of faith. Mimi also has special needs. She stayed with us for the weekend while her typical caregivers were out-of-town.
Caring for a special needs person is something that has never been on my radar. However our friends needed help, and asked us to consider watching her.
Normally I would be too worrisome to do something like this. What if something happens to her? What if I can’t handle her tantrums? What if something goes wrong? Would she be ok with the kids? Usually I would just say NO because of fear.
This time I said yes. I talked with my friend to prepare myself as much as possible. I was ready to bless Mimi. But I was unexpectedly blessed by Mimi. Continue reading
Remember Tim McGraw’s 2004 country hit, Live Like You Were Dying? If you’ve forgotten in the last 11 years give a listen.
I’ve been a fan of the song for a number of years. Tim sings about a man who discovers he doesn’t have long to live due to a terminal illness. His response is to check off his bucket list and to soften his interactions with people.
In light of his imminent death, he
– loved deeper
– spoke sweeter
– was finally the husband that most the time he wasn’t
– was the friend a friend would like to have
– read the “good book”
– gave forgiveness he’d been denying
Live like you were dying is a simple phrase that has nosed its way into my thinking. In fact, it’s influenced big and small decisions in my life.
Should we go to get frozen yogurt today?
Yes, because you never know when you’ll die.
Should I call my parents tonight?
Yes, because you never know when they might die.
Should I do a mud run in August?
Yes, because you never know when you may get into an accident that leaves you paralyzed…or you might die.
Should I do a puzzle with Little Sister?
Yes, because you never know when she might die and you’ll regret not spending more time with her. Continue reading
I love sleep. If sleep were an Olympic sport, I’d surely medal! I’d even consider myself a professional napper (that is, BC – Before Children). There’s nothing better than collapsing into a cozy bed, pre-warmed by my DH, snuggling into a soft pillow, and drifting into a heavy deep sleep.
There’s nothing worse than being assaulted by worry and anxiety as I’m trying to settle in for the night. Worry has often been the thief of sound sleep in Brandy-land.
Some nights dark shadows chase me and other nights my Baby Girl is falling down the stairs. And still some nights I endure a general feeling of anxiousness while I sleep. I can tell it’s been an especially stressful night when I wake and my face is sore from clenching.
So I’ve been trying some tactics to fight worry…even while I sleep!
Many times when I’m worrying, I hear
Read your bible.
I just heard it the other day from my mother-in-law, a woman who cries when she thinks about Jesus giving up His life for us. This lady has a soft heart of faith. She shared that when she doesn’t know what to do about a situation, she reads the Bible before she goes to bed and when she wakes up. Through prayer and in time, she comes to an understanding of how to handle the issue.
I believe her because
God’s Word is living and active, sharper than any two-edge sword.
I believe the best place to find God is in His Word. But when we go to read, it’s important to think about what question we’re asking as we read. Too often I have asked,
Who am I in this story? Continue reading
For the longest time I didn’t like date night with my DH. Seems like a ridiculous thing to say considering we have 4 children…who I homeschool…and am with constantly! This mama needs a break with her hunka hotness hubby every once in a while.
Yet I had extreme anxiety each time we’d go out on a date. Continue reading