My soul is stronger still.
But my family, well, it wins the lottery.
For them I will bend all three to His will.
I've been struggling a lot lately with finding a proper balance in my life. There are a few things I hands-down love to do like writing, reading, and photography. Then there are the things I need to do like cooking, cleaning, laundry, etc. Then there are the things that I should be doing like making more of an effort to magnify my calling in the church, exercising on a regular basis, enriching my children's lives with daily educational experiences, speaking calmly and kindly to my family, and enhancing my marital relationship with weekly dates and heart-felt talks.
Well, you already know where I am - a little too much blogging, plenty of TV watching, not enough cooking, no exercising, and maybe quarterly dates. For the last three days, however, I have been dragging myself physically and mentally to the treadmill. And it's made a huge difference on my "betterment" outlook. They say 21 days will make a habit and I'm going to put the theory to the test. In an effort to boost my moral while running this morning, I came up with the little poem above. It was brain-bending, but in 40 minutes, I managed to come up with those four little lines. Woo hoo, Liz!
They mean a lot to me, those four measly lines, for my family truly is my greatest motivator in all things. I will exercise for them. I will be kinder for them. I will strive to live a righteous life so that I can live forever with them. I will cook for them, clean for them, teach them, love them, cry for them, laugh with them and give up myself for them. Why? Because I know how much my Heavenly Father loves me and I want them to feel that same love from me, their mother and wife. Without my family, life means nothing to me. If I can't give them my best self, what else do I have to offer? Is it easier said than done? Absolutely. But writing is my outlet and it seems to lend more weight to a matter if I write it down.
So, even if it means making spaghetti for the 300th time or only lasting 10 minutes on the treadmill before I have to hop down to break up a fight, I am going to try my darndest to be the best me. And I'll start right now by finishing up the laundry, and doing some dishes, and picking up toys, and scrubbing out toilet rings, and ... oh bother, hang it all! I guess I'll start with a nap - because we're all better people when we get enough sleep, right?