Finding the Desire to Exercise

January 25th, 2012

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Finding the desire to exercise can be hard. Here are a few things you can do to improve your desire to exercise:

  • If you are tired, exercise will often clear your mind and make you feel more alert and refreshed. Your body will feel more energized, too. Sometimes when I’m tired, I purposely exercise to regain my energy.
  • Find something you love, whether it be hiking in nature, swimming, roller blading, walking, or Zumba. If exercise is something you enjoy, you are more likely to do it.
  • Listen to a fun workshop audio while exercising. Time goes by so much faster if you are learning something mentally while exercising. Or listen to fast-paced music.
  • If you have no time to exercise, squeeze it into the day in ten-minute segments. Climb up and down your stairs for ten minutes. Do sit-ups for ten minutes later in the day.
  • Take your family on a fun outing that involves exercise: a trampoline place, ice-skating, skiing, lazer tag, or rock climbing.
  • Dancing to music with your children has got to be one of the most enjoyable ways to exercise. It’s also a great way to bond with your children!

What other ways have helped you in finding the desire to exercise?

The Story Behind the Prayer Webinar

January 24th, 2012

story-behind-the-prayerWhen I was first asked to have a monthly show on the Homeschool Channel, I asked God what He wanted me to teach. Because the first one was in January, I wanted to do something about organization, since that’s one of my specialties. But I wanted to hit it from a new angle and say something I had never said before. With all my heart, I wanted to do a workshop about prayer. When Beth Jones interviewed me online back in May 2011, she said she was going to ask me about prayer. But we ended up talking about spiritual warfare. So I’ve been wanting to do a workshop on prayer for quite a while now.

Suddenly the title came to me, “Organizing Your Homeschool Through Prayer.” I felt excited. I felt spiritual chills (in a good way), and suddenly the outline for the workshop came to me. I had so much joy in the Spirit.

Well, the day came, and the producer called, and we went on the air. I delivered the workshop, and I knew that what I was saying would make a difference in people’s lives. If you pray about your school year, your schedule, and individual goals for your children, you will have more peace and joy in your homeschool, and you will be more aligned to the will of God.

As soon as I went off the air, the producer called again and said that the broadcast was messed up, that the video kept freezing, and that I was cutting out. Even before the producer called, I saw e-mails coming into my inbox, saying, “You were sharing some amazing things… but I couldn’t keep up with all the breaks in the feed… It was awesome material and just what I needed to be hearing…” I got many similar e-mails, clamoring for me to do it again.

The producer said we should do it again. I knew that it was the enemy who had messed up the first copy; something bad always happens to me when I’m talking about spiritual things. So even though I had no strength left and wanted to collapse into bed, I felt that God wanted me to do it again. So right before going on the air, I said, “Stop! I need to pray…” The producer let me pray quietly before putting me on again. I threw myself upon God, knowing I didn’t have the strength to do it again. “But He said to me, ‘My grace is sufficient for you, for My power is made perfect in weakness.’ Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ’s power may rest on me.” II Corinthians 12:9

I stumbled over my introduction like a fool. I have never done that in public speaking. I’m a ham, and I’m articulate even when I’m tired. But I couldn’t do it. In that moment I panicked. If I had been filming it, I would have yelled, “Cut!” and would have started over. But I was live.

I looked down at the chat room box, and the producer had written, “You’re doing great.” At that moment I knew I could do it; I just needed to humble myself to pray in front of an audience, for God to calm my heart and to help me do this again. I was not planning to pray out loud because as a speaker/performer, I am aware of my audience. God deserves my full attention when I pray. I don’t want other people eavesdropping on my private prayer, thank you very much.

So I prayed, and God gave me the strength and the words, and I delivered the webinar again. This time there were no problems with the video or audio, because we had lowered the resolution on the video. I shared things I had not shared the first time around; I even briefly shared the Gospel and stated the fact that if you aren’t getting wisdom from God, you might be walking in sin. “If I regard iniquity in my heart, the Lord will not hear me.” (Psalm 66:18) I stated many more things that I did not state during the first recording.

Come to find out the next day, the second copy was lost forever.

The producer said the audio portion on the first copy was clear and perfect, but that my face freezes up every few seconds. And the first five minutes is cut off, so it seems like you’re joining me halfway through my session, even though it’s close to the beginning. If you missed the session, it’s here.

A Thousand Sleepless Nights

January 22nd, 2012

a-thousand-sleepless-nightsHave you prayed something so many times for years, something that seems like a legitimate need, only to be denied by God over and over?

For me, that prayer request is for my husband to sleep through the night and be refreshed. But no. He’s not allowed, for some reason. God hears me when I intercede for other people; He does great and awesome things, even miracles in people’s lives because of my prayers for them. People say that I have a direct line to God. Really? Because when I’m broken over my own haggard husband (who has been burned out for two years), asking Him to please grant him sleep, He turns away. He says no.

“You hear, O Lord, the desire of the afflicted; You encourage them and listen to their cry.” (Psalm 10:17)

The Lord is listening to me. I’m certain that He hears me. He’s just saying no. To a legitimate request that is not evil. It’s not a sinful request. And yet for some reason it’s contrary to the will of God.

I don’t want to pray something that is contrary to the will of God.

So should I stop praying it? How can I?

I had this discussion with my sister back in June of last year. She had come to Spokane to visit, and we were sitting in a dark room, quietly talking about why God wasn’t answering my prayer. Then she suddenly said, “What if God wants Alan to have sleepless nights? What if those sleepless nights cause him to rely more on Christ for his strength?”

She grabbed her cell phone and started playing a song I’d never heard before. It made me weep, because it was true. I was reminded that our sanctification trumps every other request, that God will give us more of Himself instead of the thing that we’re asking, which is a smaller gift.

This is the song that made me bawl:

Saturday: A Day in the Life

January 21st, 2012

a-day-in-the-lifeThis morning my husband took the boys to the Men’s prayer breakfast. After breakfast, they all went on a factory tour of Goodrich, which apparently doesn’t sell tires any more; they make the brakes of large aircraft. The tour lasted an hour, and apparently it was fascinating.

As soon as I got up, I had my cup of coffee while posting a new YouTube video. I answered some e-mails and tried to find an archived e-mail that was important. I finally found it and answered it, since my husband had expressed interest in something I wasn’t willing to do again unless something changed. I prayed about it and sat there.

a-day-in-the-life-2Meanwhile Rachel and I were alone in the house. She asked if we could have a tea party, and I said yes. We made some fruit tea, and she poured it into thimble-small cups and stirred in a tiny spoon of sugar. She did this maybe a dozen times for each of us. “Can we have a truffle with it?” she asked. I set a truffle on each of our tiny plates, and we cut them with our tiny knives.

After tea, we did an art project with one of her Christmas presents. We mixed two different colors of paint and swooshed it onto a large piece of paper, with brushes that looked like mops. One of the three brushes broke, and I wasn’t impressed. She looked like she was about to cry, but I told her they were lame anyway, and let’s dance instead. So I put on some sappy Carpenters music, and we danced around and giggled.

After eating scrambled eggs, she went downstairs to play “Oregon Trail” on the computer. I spent some time in prayer and Bible reading. Apparently the entire Bible is full of commands to help the poor. It’s extremely clear, so I’m not exactly sure why I’ve never heard a sermon on it.

As soon as the boys got home, two of my sons started changing into their basketball uniforms. Then we all left to their basketball game. My youngest son scored his first basket today. He looked so short and little compared to the other players, and I burst out whooping when I saw him score, because I couldn’t believe my eyes.

My in-laws picked up donuts on the way to our house after the game, and we visited for a short time. As soon as they left, I yelled, “Everyone lie down for 45 minutes!” The house was suddenly quiet as we rested. I literally collapsed into bed and felt like a rock. I’ve been sick with a cold and was only pretending to be normal.