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Receive

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I love Warrior 2 pose.

In Holy Yoga, we encourage people to turn their palms up in order to receive God’s blessings.

We can’t receive with a closed hand.

We can’t soften with a clenched fist.

Warriors in Holy Yoga are strong and soft.  We have thick skin and soft hearts.

We stand strong because we find our power in Christ.

We find our strength in surrender.

We open our hands so that we will never be without His saving grace.  We say, “Yes, Jesus, I need you, come into my heart. Come into my life. I accept your love.”

Every day is a new chance to welcome His gift of grace and love.

Today as we begin the Advent season, I encourage you to open your hands.

As you start to get that overwhelming feeling that you have too much to do…breathe. Look at your hands, turn them over, receive peace.

When you are in line and running late and there is not enough time…put down your purchases, look at your hands, open them wide, receive peace.

When you think you need more stuff…more presents, more decorations, more money, more time, more parties, more food, more drink…remember more is just more. What you are looking for cannot be found in those things.

Open your hands to receive the Prince of Peace.

Spend some time in wonder this season.

Say “yes” to God’s beautiful offering of His only son.

For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life. -John 3:16

This Christmas, open your hands.  Invite Jesus in.

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I ask him to strengthen you by his Spirit—not a brute strength but a glorious inner strength—that Christ will live in you as you open the door and invite him in.  – Ephesians 3:16 (The Message)

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Receiving and Giving

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Three is the magic number.

My son asked me the other day why three is the magic number and I said  “Because of the trinity – Father, Son and Holy Spirit.”  The rest of my family came up with a bunch of other reasons so we decided it’s the magic number because Schoolhouse Rock said it is.   

I have three things I’m celebrating in the next couple weeks.

1. It’s my Birthday

2. It’s Easter

3. It’s my one year anniversary of becoming a Holy Yoga instructor

Now alone…each of these things is amazing and exciting.  But together…I mean…I’m giddy over here.  And also, it’s Spring and sunny and warm today and my kids (and me and the dog) will hopefully get out of the house.  Yay!

I am so grateful for all of the things on the list.  I want to do something special to celebrate!

What are we celebrating?  Let’s think about each of the things on the list above:

1.  The gift of LIFE

2. The gift of JESUS and His saving GRACE

3. OH MY GOSH LET ME TELL YOU!

So we are born, right?  And then we live and we struggle and we grow and we learn and somewhere along the way, someone tells us about God and Jesus and HOW MUCH WE ARE LOVED.  That we are His BELOVED. Which is incredible because we don’t have to do anything accept allow ourselves to BE – LOVED.  Which is the best news ever! And sometimes we remember and other times we toss it all aside and we make mistakes and we reject God and we doubt and we fear and we struggle.

And then, God willing, we get a “shot in the arm” when God brings us someone new, something different, a new way of seeing to renew our  faith and our hope and our dreams and our KNOWING HOW MUCH WE ARE LOVED.  He reminds us that we can BE-LOVED and He asks us to  open our hearts to Receive. He reignites our passion for goodness and truth and He shows us the way.  Again. And Again. And again.

Because it’s not a straight line…it’s curvy and bumpy and it has stop signs and detour signs and we get lost.  Sometimes we are good and happy and healthy and we are strolling along easily.  Other times, we get lonely, we get scared, we suffer, we get angry.  But He never leaves us.

And that my friends is a gift I can never repay.

Holy Yoga was a major “shot in the arm” for me last year.  Holy Yoga has reignited my passion to SHARE GOD’S GRACE AND LOVE WITH OTHERS.  I have no idea what that looks like because I don’t know the way.  But Jesus is the way so I’ve decided I will just follow Him.

I am currently in Holy Yoga Leadership training and I am beyond excited to see what great plans God has for this ministry.  Hundreds of people are being trained to share the Gospel with the world through the vehicle of yoga.

The Gospel.  Shared with the World.  Through Holy Yoga.

GREAT.  BIG.  YES!

So, to celebrate, I have three ideas I’d like to share with you.

1.  For the next two weeks, I will be donating all of my class proceeds to the Holy Yoga ministry.  This money will help with the costs of ongoing training and leadership development of Holy Yoga instructors.  Please come to a Class!  The cost is $10.  If you have been wanting to experience Holy Yoga, now is the time.  All are welcome! Even if you have never experienced yoga before, please join us!

2. Please prayerfully consider supporting this ministry.  If you would like to donate and you can’t come to class, you can visit www.holyyoga.net:  Go to the DONATE tab.  In notes please include: T3 FUNDRAISING, Instructor name: Sue Bidstrup.  (Holy Yoga is a 501c3 non-profit organization.  All donations qualify as a charitable tax deductible contribution.)

3. Please PRAY for Holy Yoga! The mission of Holy Yoga is to spread the truth of God’s Word and God’s love throughout the entire world. We are a global ministry based on the truth that there is no boundary to what God can do. We believe that He wants Holy Yoga to minister to every tongue, every nation, and every tribe.  We appreciate your prayers.

Thank you! I really hope to see you at class in the next couple weeks.  The schedule is here on the blog under the Holy Yoga Class Schedule tab.   Let’s celebrate together!

Have a blessed Holy Week!

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Don’t talk about our bodies? Really?

My friends and I got together today for lunch.  We all have matching bracelets.  All crosses. My friend says they are a beautiful touch stone for our friendships, built on faith and wrapped around all of our lives.  Which of course I love and felt I needed to commemorate.

I took a picture. But we all agreed we didn’t like the picture because our hands looked “old”.

That’s right.  Our hands.  So we took another with our hands facing up.

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I actually like the hands up.  Ready to receive.  Open.  Anticipating God’s blessings and abundance.

When did we start worrying about our hands looking “old”?

Of course, we also talked about our bodies and how they are changing and how we want to eat better, work out more, all the things friends discuss as they get older.

I read an article recently that is floating around the internet in which the writer tells us to never talk about weight in front of our kids, never say you feel “fat”, don’t have a scale, bake cookies with 6 sticks of butter in honor of your grandmother and DON’T MENTION THE BUTTER, enjoy them with your kids, live life, have fun, don’t count calories, etc. She says we should never talk about our bodies, we should never talk about our daughter’s bodies and we should never mention anything about another woman’s body, ever.

The article made me mad.   Because honestly, I’ve failed at each thing she mentioned. So this was my response… Well, isn’t that nice? You are probably naturally thin and either have no kids or have thin young kids…meaning younger than 10.  Because like it or not, once we hit a certain age, people will talk about weight and diets and food and calories and they certainly won’t turn a blind eye to 6 sticks of butter.  I mean, let’s be honest…should we?  Gross.

Then I realized maybe I just felt bad because I wish I hadn’t failed at all of those things.  And it made me realize that I’m lashing out at her because even though she seems idealistic and a little judgmental, she’s right.  Those are good ideas.

It’s just that as a woman, I’ve felt fat and thin and tired and sometimes hungry and sometimes stuffed.  I’ve tried diets and cleanses and lifestyle changes and I’ve run and lifted weights and done yoga.  I’ve eaten out of boredom, anger, and worry.  I’ve lost and gained and worn jeans that cut off my circulation.  I’ve fought with my body and with my image of my body and with my expectations and with my desire to have rock hard abs.  I’ve wrestled.

The truth is, I’m human.  And I’m human in front of my kids.  I’m hoping in the long run they will understand me and love me for this.  Of course I don’t berate myself in front of them but they’ve seen the juicer.  I mean, who are we kidding, they’ve seen me count points and they’ve suffered through my “all natural” phase.

I do want to be positive for my kids.  I want to honor my body and model healthy acceptance of what God gave me.  I shouldn’t expect perfection for me or for anyone else.  So while I won’t be eating 6 sticks of butter anytime soon, next time instead of hiding with my pound of M&Ms, I will share.  And then I won’t complain about all the M&Ms I just ate.

As Maya Angelou says, “Everything in moderation…even moderation in moderation.”  Amen?

It’s a difficult thing for all women.  I can’t tell you how to talk to your daughter or what to eat or how to honor your body.  I just know it should be honored.  But how do we do that?

Let’s start where we should always start…in prayer.

Lord, help me.  I have failed miserably when it comes to body acceptance and being a model of kindness to self.  I am sorry.  Help me to be positive and healthy – mind, body, and soul.  I appreciate the body you have given me.  I actually feel like I should write it a note so here goes.

Body, thank you for being there for me.  Thanks for getting me up that rope in gym class and thank you for all of those glorious bike rides.  Thank you for the way you have carried me in the water and the way you can jump on a trampoline and oh gosh, thank you so much for the skiing and the climbing. Thanks for all of the walks to and from school and the subway and the bus and all over campus.  Thank you for carrying me and allowing me the joy of holding my babies.  Thanks for my babies.  Thanks for the years of running and the yoga.  Thank you for the yoga.  The bending and stretching and breathing.  Yes, thank you for the breath.  And thank you for the way you hug and they way you love and the way you sense the world around us.  Thank you for the belly laughs and the butterflies and the goosebumps.  Thank you for sending warning signs when I’m not well, thank you for recovering.  I’m sorry for the abuse, physical and emotional…I’m sorry about the fried food and the beer and the wine and all that chocolate.  I’m sorry for the over indulging so many times, thank you for hanging in there. Oh gosh, sorry about the sun – I regret the iodine and baby oil and tin foil.  Sorry about the blisters.  At times, I have taken you for granted and criticized and been downright unappreciative.  But no more.  I will honor you.

Same goes for my hands.  I’m sorry we were critical of you today.  Thanks for the years of shaking and reaching and holding.  Thanks for the ability to touch and feel and pray.  Thanks for the snapping and pointing and waving. Thank you for all the “hello’s” and all the “good-bye’s”.

Lord, give me eyes to see the wonder and beauty of my body and my hands.  Give me a heart full of gratitude.  Help me to remember that years and experience only enhance beauty. And that Joy on the inside makes you glow on the outside. Help me to teach my kids about that kind of beauty…the glowing from the inside out kind. The kind that never fades.

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