I have always wished I could be a mom who exercises early in the morning before her kids even woke up. I greatly admire my friends who do this, but knew I could probably never pull it off. I have several excuses...I stay up too late. I love my sleep. Zach likes playing at the gym while I work out during the day.
So I've been talking with myself about this for the past few weeks. If there was a time for me to try this (at least a few times a week) this is it. I've been going to bed earlier since the days seem shorter. I'm used to little sleep. For the past three months I've been up at all hours of the night with Colson.
Now that he is sleeping through the night I needed to try this "working out in the wee hours of the morning thing."
Today was the day.
I prayed about it last night asking the Lord to wake me up. I set my alarm. I was determined to go to the gym in the cold and dark so tonight I wasn't rushing out the door when Jason got home to go exercise.
Colson and I had several things to do today while Z was at school, so I had my plan and we were ready. This was going to be a wonderful day!
I was up with Colson at 5 am (thankfully he went back to sleep) so I was ready at six to head out. It felt very strange being at the gym so early, so I tried not to look at the clock. A lot of other crazy people were there, too.
When I got home everyone was still in bed so I took a quick shower. The morning was going smoothly until Jason asked me where his wallet was.
Of course, it was in his pants. Which were in the washing machine. Being washed. Nice.
I was so mad at myself! I take complete responsibility for Jason's now clean wallet but I also like to blame Satan. He was behind it because he wanted me to feel defeated. Like I can't do anything right even if I try.
Sometimes I think I'm the only one things like this happen to. I know that is not the truth, but Satan tries to isolate me, wanting me to believe his lies. That I'll never be a good wife, mom, friend. He will destroy anything and everything he can.
But I know the Truth. He's in my heart, and He fills me with confidence through my weakness. I don't have to give in to the devil's tricks.
I moved on and it still ended up being a great day. ; )
LORD, You love me even though I'm a mess. I'm so blessed. Thank you for the laundry piled high, the snotty kisses, and the never-ending to do lists. Even though I'm overwhelmed at times, it means I'm living. I still have very hard days concerning Reese, and thank you for being there ahead of me. Give me strength when I'm so tired of fighting Satan. You are my peace, my hiding place, my joy.
Note to self: Check Jason's pants before I wash them. ; )
He has delivered us...He will deliver us; we have placed our hope in Him that He will deliver us again.
2 Corinthians 1:10