About Me

Hey there! I'm a twenty-three year old Jesus follower, and this blog is to record all of the goings-on in my life within the next months. I recently broke both of my legs, and feel God leading me to tell my story - a story of redemption and grace, of hope and pain, of excitment and fear. May you be deeply blessed as you read. Shalom!

Monday, April 25, 2011

Habits.

You know, old habits die hard.  Really, they do.

Today was my first time standing up in a shower.  Whoot whoot!  I have tried it several times before, but (at night) my left foot is killing me.  It gets really sore, and I haven't been icing it like I should be.  So, popping a squat has become a routine.  I am week out from my first doctor's appointment in two months, and I can't wait to hear what he has to say. I'm moving back to Milwaukee!  You can't tell him this, but I wore a shoe on my left foot all day today!  (I'm not supposed to until the next appointment... ; )

It's so funny because I can't believe that there are still "firsts" coming my way.  It's been nearly six months!  Can you believe it?! 

I keep thinking about how my old habits in Milwaukee are going to be challenged in the coming months.  In many ways I think that the upcoming weeks are going to be one of the hardest parts of this journey.  I have already caught myself trying to do everything that I was doing before I fell, but I soon realized that I can't.  I mean, I really can't leave the house after 7p because when I come home my foot will be throbbing.  I can't walk as fast as I used to, and I'm going to have to slow way down.  Which is hard because I'm the kind of person that like to cram something into every available second of the day...almost to a fault. 

My habits will slowly change, and I am quite excited about this.  I've mentioned the book "Praise Habit" by David Crowder before, as I've been reading it off and on in the last few months.  I love the beginning of the book where it says:

"What if we were so moved by who God is, what He's done, what He will do, that praise, adoration, worship, whatever, continuously careened in our heads and pounded in our souls? What if praise were on the tip of our tongues like we were a loaded weapon in the hands of a trigger-happy meth addict and every moment might just set us off? This is what we will do for eternity.

What makes us think our time on earth should be any different? What keeps it from being so?"

I want my habits to change for the better.  And I think that the praise, adoration, and worship that he's talking about looks differently for everyone.  And sometimes the same too.  But what I am looking forward to is seeing the ways that God uses my new-found pace.  I think it is going to be a very good thing.