What a wonderful day it was yesterday. It’s so hard in today’s society to make Sunday or at least one day a day a week devoted to rest and family, but it is so worth it and refreshing when you do. When I woke up Sunday, I was already thinking about my checklist and all the things I had to do: Go to the hospital and work on the case submission I have to do for my DC trip, apartment hunt for DC, work on wedding decoration stuff, grocery shop, laundry, etc., etc. etc.
We started off the day by finally making it to church. We’ve been pretty inconsistent this year between the traveling and my schedule (during the months I’m in ED), so I was so glad to make it back. I just love the church we go to, and as always, Pastor Peter delivered a great message, which yesterday was about identity and intimacy.
A few random notes I jotted down:
-You are not defined by what you do.
-Some of the most driven, successful people are the ones who fear insignificance the most.
-Where do you find you worth, value, identity?
-Intimacy involves being fully known and fully accepted without fear of rejection…when the other person knows everything about you but still loves YOU. It is built on trust, and yet this is foreign to so much of our culture….we are experts at creating the image we want to portray to people.
-Dysfunctional intimacy: when we are “accepted” because we’re not fully known. We fear rejection if we were to be truly known. This leaves us with a nagging sense of discontent that we try to plug up with our work, alcohol, food, etc.
-How much you trust in God is more important than any “rule” you follow that makes you feel like you’re being “good”, such as reading the Bible every day, going to church, volunteering, etc (i.e. Christian legalism will not bring you closer to God or make you a better person).
Anyway, after church, I decided that all these other little things I wanted to do could wait, and so Dean and I drove down to his parents to spend the afternoon with his family and nephews (after a quick detour to Old Navy) while watching football.
Below are a bunch of pictures from yesterday:
Yes, we wore matching shirts : )
It was Fozzie’s, Dean’s dog, 9th birthday yesterday, so we brought him a little birthday gift.
Giving Fozzie his birthday treats.
Fozzie gave me a big sloppy kiss.
Dean dancing with Anthony. This pic cracks me up. Dean looks so big compared to little Anthony, who sorta looks terrified.
Me and Anthony.
Dancing with Antony.
Piggy back ride, anyone?
Feeding Antony and putting him to bed.
Such a cutie.
Happy that the Patriots were taken down. Sorry New England fans.
There is something so sweet about having a kid fall asleep in your arms : )
Dean and I got back to our place around 9, and so I fit in a late night run while doing laundry…did around 7 miles. Ironically, I felt really strong and kept upping the speed. I say ironically since I started my run at 9:30 pm after having two beers and chili at Dean’s parents house. Wasn’t expecting it to feel that easy! Running can be such a funny thing…sometimes you think you’re going to have an awesome run and do everything right to make it successful only to struggle big time throughout your run. Other times you do everything “wrong” before a run and end up having a great run. My best 1/2 marathon time (1:34) was ran a week after I did a marathon and the morning after I did a wine tasting in which I probably had the equivalent of a bottle of wine. Go figure.
Yes- running seems random at times. Days that should be fast end up slow, and days that should be slow end up being quick. I am starting to see patterns, but there are many days that I am baffled by my times.