Tuesday beginning of week two

Feeling tired and sore overall.. Not too sore but needing a break. Need to try to wake up tomorrow morning and do one half of exercise. Gonna try to wake up at 5 am - usually the time when I need to pee. Maybe if I forced myself to get up immediately, that would help. Get to spend time reading the bible and be with God too.. Ok gotta sleep..

Brazil butt lift ;) week 1

So I just turned 38 and the realisation of time ticking is never more starling than before.. I am also grateful that The Lord brought into my life this year a wonderful man of God. Marriage definitely opens ones' eyes and Brad's definitely helped me and encouraged me to exercise. Oh the pain of it. My muscles are so sore but this week I finished one week of Leandro's BumBum training. It's been fun! Surprisingly...I def prefer this workout to Tony Horton's P 90 x 2.

So a quick report on week one..
1. Did combination solution
2. Took a picture and will be taking one every week
3. Missed Wednesday cos hubby had a meeting and I had to take him. so I did sculpt and cardio axe Thursday
4.  Missed Friday's so I did Friday's workout on Saturday and Saturday' s on Sunday
5. Did the  Rumble roller for stretching cos Leandro doesn't do sufficient stretching
6. Sunday my thigh muscles are so sore so I only did 'high and tight'
7. I spent about 1 -  1 1/2 hours daily exercising and stretching. That's a lot of time a day..


I'm learning that it's so hard to keep time for exercise. Am happy with my progress though because the workouts are really tough and painful but I managed to do as much as possible. I also cooked for all the lunches this week and so I will have time to workout in the evenings next week. For dinners, my DH (darling hubby) and I will do salads and shakes - shakelogy. It's been a great energy booster and helped me recover for the next exercise. I really think this is what's making the difference and keeping me motivated to exercise. My muscles are less sore the next morning too. Praise The Lord... Really thankful that He's enabling me.  Need to keep my heart in check and make sure I spent time with The Lord..

Tomorrow will be challenging cos I didn't rest on Sunday but those who's had a real transformation have been those who do something extra on their rest days. I really want to keep to the schedule so hopefully this works..

a time of training for reigning

Lord.. thank You for your word through Your son Daniel and daughter, Romelia. Not to settle for good instead of the best and to remember this is a time of training for reigning. Align my heart with your will and what you see. for when it comes to the future i am really almost blind.

The two things You have reminded me to do is to pray for two hours everyday - intercede for the nations, read the news ; and continue writing songs.

Help me fulfill this word and vision you've given. Help me Holy Spirit..

fly like eagles

what is..
this wall in front of me?
this thing called "free"?
this strain to fly like eagles?
this wall in front of me?

A Divine Image

Cruelty has a human heart,
And Jealousy a human face;
Terror the human form divine,
And Secresy the human dress.

The human dress is forged iron,
The human form a fiery forge,
The human face a furnace sealed,
The human heart its hungry gorge.

William Blake

Ah, how sweet it is to love!

AH, how sweet it is to love!
Ah, how gay is young Desire!
And what pleasing pains we prove
When we first approach Love's fire!
Pains of love be sweeter far
Than all other pleasures are.

Sighs which are from lovers blown
Do but gently heave the heart:
Ev'n the tears they shed alone
Cure, like trickling balm, their smart:
Lovers, when they lose their breath,
Bleed away in easy death.

Love and Time with reverence use,
Treat them like a parting friend;
Nor the golden gifts refuse
Which in youth sincere they send:
For each year their price is more,
And they less simple than before.

Love, like spring-tides full and high,
Swells in every youthful vein;
But each tide does less supply,
Till they quite shrink in again:
If a flow in age appear,
'Tis but rain, and runs not clear.

John Henry Dryden

God's Grandeur - Gerard Manley Hopkins

By Gerard Manley Hopkins (1844–1889)

THE WORLD is charged with the grandeur of God.

It will flame out, like shining from shook foil,

It gathers to a greatness like the ooze of oil

Crushed. Why do men then now not reck His rod?

Generations have trod, have trod, have trod;
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And all is seared with trade; bleared, smeared with toil;

And bears man’s smudge, and shares man’s smell; the soil

Is bare now, nor can foot feel being shod.

And for all this, nature is never spent;

There lives the dearest freshness deep down things;
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And though the last lights from the black west went,

Oh, morning at the brown brink eastwards springs—

Because the Holy Ghost over the bent

World broods with warm breast, and with, ah, bright wings.

A Noiseless Patient Spidera poem by Walt Whitman

A noiseless patient spider,
I marked where on a promontory it stood isolated,
Marked how to explore the vacant vast surrounding,
It launched forth filament, filament, filament, out of itself,
Ever unreeling them, ever tirelessly speeding them.

And you O my soul where you stand,
Surrounded, detached, in measureless oceans of space,
Ceaselessly musing, venturing, throwing, seeking the spheres to connect them,
Till the bridge you will need be formed, till the ductile anchor hold,
Till the gossamer thread you fling catch somewhere, O my soul.

Keep In Mind - Halina Poswiatowska

Keep in Mind


if you die
I won't put on a lilac dress
won't buy, colored wreaths
with whispering wind in the ribbons
none of that
none

the hearse will come - will come
the hearse will go - will go
I'll stand at the window - I'll look
wave my hand
flutter my handkerchief
bid farewell
alone in that window

and in summer
in crazy May
I will lie down on the grass
warm grass
and with my hands will touch your hair
and with my lips will touch a bee's pelt
prickly and beautiful
like your smile
like dusk

later it will be
silver - golden
perhaps golden and only red
for that duskthat wind
which whispers love into grasses
stubbornly whispers love
will not allow me to rise
and go
so simply
to my cursed deserted house

Vulnerable

Clothe me Lord
Crown me Father
Here I am your daughter

They stare and wonder
But they cannot see the reason
Obedience to the Father

Clothe me Lord
Drape Your curtain
of Grace over me

I smile and converse
But they keep looking
Cover me, Hide

refresh me

Dear Lord.. can You make it rain in my soul? Let the flowers bloom again? I'm so tired Lord.. Been writing papers all day, but having to fight the impulse of writing to another. God!!! Restrain me! I need to trust you to care for those I love and leave them all to You. I hope they know I care Lord.. but why should that matter. Caring about people should be selfless, not seeking for gratitude. But I just want them to know that they are loved, you know, for their sakes... That they are not forgotten. Give me true strength Lord. To trust and obey, to trust and let God be God. Come hold me, Lord, in Your strength.

life must go on

sometimes ships come our way and we think they might dock. sometimes they stay for quite some time that we think they might dock AND stay. but when they set sail, and we cut the rope and let them go, we feel the space of seawater left. in the night, we see the white slice of the moon reflected on the surface, in the place of that most enchanting ship. most nights, we sit, stare at the crescent and wonder what's happened to the people on the wayfaring ship we've befriended. but we don't have that luxury night after night. lunches need to be cooked, papers need to be written, clothes need to washed and hung, dried and folded, put away. and the experiences we've had visiting the ship are now a memory in the past, whether we like it or not. and memories are just that. we visit them now and again but the time comes when we need to fold them up and put away. the time for hashing out the why's and wherefore's, the pro's and con's must come to an end. the time for fearing if the ship's caught in a storm, wishing it would be safe must stop for sanity's sake. the time for regretting we could have done more for the visitors on the ship must be put behind, and allow ourselves to be forgiven. and today's the day, i tell myself that i cannot take responsibility for everyone around me, especially if they are not in the here and now. for life must somehow go on... the memories of dancing on the ship, the brunches we've had together, the sharing of sunsets and sunrises don't have to be thrown away. we simply keep them in the folds of our hearts. we had changed while the ship was here. and hopefully we've brought cheer and inspiration to the visitors. but we cannot hang on to memories past, neither can we keep wishing for the ship to return because it has a course entirely different from yours. the thing is, that the ship belongs to the wide, wide sea and you belong to land, earth and sky.