For my Gonzaga crones, I am sure some of you will remember this one.
I am in denial. I should know that my coffee intake has reached unhealthy levels, when the first thing I drink after my morning jog is a cup of coffee instead of water; what I crave after eating a meal, morning, noon, or night, is a cup of coffee. If I do not have coffee, I will have tea; For a cheap lunch—latte. Yeah, I should cut back. I used to have one weak cup of office coffee a day. Now that I am getting up so early and making breakfast, coffee et al, I drink one large cup of coffee at home, then one to two cups at work, and sometimes a cup in the afternoon if I am desperate for a pick me up. Eek! Oh well, one self-improvement project at a time, and this one is not on the list yet, but it’s making its way there.
For the past four days the waking up on the dot thing has been a roller coaster. Kristiana has been actively (obnoxiously) alerting her parents of her needs in the night. I have awakened every morning and prayed everyday but one. Alas, I have not worked out every morning due to waking up later, and I put praying as the obvious priority above working out.
This morning, for the first time in almost a week, I woke up on the dot (meaning I didn’t hit the snooze three or four times). The fact that I was able to jump out of bed and get going does make me feel like I conquered the day. I prayed and went for a jog. I haven’t been for a jog in a long while. It’s been raining too hard. I have been doing my workout video. But I have to say, nothing PUNCTUATES that dot like a good jog. I think I will repeat it. It also helped that I did not have Kristiana in the jogging stroller. I liked jogging with her when it was light at , but now that the stars are still out at I get concerned for our safety.
Pray for my friend and her family as they struggle with a new evil in their lives. It is an ugly world out there, but inside our hearts we can plant a beautiful, fruitful garden.