Women of Strength

Women of Strength – a devotional to improved spiritual & physical health
Kimberley Payne
Women of Strength

Just Do It
It looked like a gorgeous day outside. Fresh snow covered the landscape and trees were heavy with a blanket of white. The sun reflected off the field in a splash of sparkles – it appeared to be another beautiful winter day. But the thermometer stood at minus 20 in the sunshine. I cancelled my walk (yet again) because of the cold.
For months, my routine was to get my children ready in the morning, walk them to the bus stop and then walk around the neighborhood by myself. However, my routine became interrupted when I started a new work schedule and so instead of walking to the bus stop I drove the children. Then other days in the week seemed to become busier and I found myself itching to get to my office to clear away the things of the day. Instead of starting my day with a walk around the block, I started to weigh it up against other conflicting priorities. Now, the act of walking had to convince me of its worth. Each day a battle raged – walk or not walk?
What I learned is that when I didn’t give myself the choice, I went for a walk regardless of temperature or mood. However, when I made walking an option, I had to think each day, “Am I up to it? Do I have time for it? Is it warm enough or cool enough or dry enough?” Each day I put myself through a dance of questions, instead of just doing it. “Just do it” (the saying made famous by Nike) has tremendous impact. If I would walk in the morning, instead of giving myself the option, I wouldn’t have to worry about what’s more important on my list of things to do. I would return from my walk refreshed and ready to face the day.
This reminds me of time spent in prayer and Bible study. When I make it a regular part of my routine then there is no question that I’ll do it. For months, I had dedicated thirty minutes from 4:00-4:30 p.m. to quiet time with God. The kids were home from school; I reviewed their homework and fed them a snack. Then while they had free time to play – before chores, supper and evening extracurricular activities – I’d steal away to read my Bible. The kids knew that this was, “Mommy’s time with God.” And they left me alone for thirty minutes. However, now my job requires that on some days I’m not home until after 4:30. My routine has changed. On days that I am home I’m no longer disciplined to take the time in prayer. Instead, I wonder about what to make for supper. I tidy up the house and finish up details on the computer. My quiet time with God is now competing against my to-do list. Whereas before I would “just do it” now each day becomes a battle of what I feel is more important at the moment.
My lesson? Just do it! I need to plan out my week in advance knowing my work schedule and my “to do” list; make contingencies for those days that my regular walking and devotion time gets interrupted, and then do it without further thought.
“The fear of the Lord is the beginning of knowledge, but fools despise wisdom and discipline” (Proverbs 1:7 NIV).
Exercise Your Funny Bone
When down in the mouth, remember Jonah. He came out all right.
You Asked
Q: My heart rate is 50 bpm. Is it better to have a higher resting heart rate?
A: A normal resting heart rate can vary from as low as 40 beats per minute (bpm) to as high as 100 bpm, with an average of 75 bpm for women. Physical activity helps the heart muscle to pump more efficiently for an optimal resting heart rate.
Faith Lift
Dear God – I pray that You will help me to see myself as You do, to see my own worth and respect myself. In Jesus’ name, I pray.
I’m an avid walker and love to hike through our local woods. But recently I tried some interval training. I walked for a bit, then jogged for a bit. I did this the whole way of my regular walk for 45-minutes. My heart and lungs handled it well. But I felt as if I weighed 800 pounds -- my calves were on fire, my hips ached, my upper body itched from the bouncing. Not a pleasant experience. When I told a friend, she encouraged me to continue practicing and said that it'll only get better. I’ll take her word for it and continue with my new routine.
What new activity would you consider trying?
Top Tip
Create space – Create an area to call your own and make exercise so accessible that you have no excuse. Buy some low-priced equipment: an exercise bike, a resistance band, a set of dumbbells, a stretching mat, a jump rope and an exercise video.
Bible Truth
“The bolts of your gates will be iron and bronze, and your strength will equal your days” (Deuteronomy 33:25 NIV).
Try a new routine, a new exercise, and/or a new time of the day to exercise.
Praise Move: Shoulder - Side Raise
Stand holding a dumbbell in each hand, arms by your sides, palms facing side leg.
Lead with bent elbows and slowly raise the weight out to your sides to shoulder height without rotating the arms.
Your palms should face the floor at the top position with arms parallel to the floor.
Pause briefly at the top of the move, than slowly lower the weights to the starting position.
Repeat 10 times.
1. Keep your arms straight without locking your elbows.
2. Avoid swinging the arms up using momentum to lift the weight.
3. Keep your neck relaxed and your shoulders stationary.

Straight Pipes

Rally Near Him
Straight Pipes
What other nation is so great as to have their gods near them the way the Lord
our God is near us whenever we pray to him (Deut. 4:7).
Christians have an awesome privilege. God is listening. Jesus is intervening… when we pray, seeking His answers for life situations. Each morning, before the hustle and bustle of daily life gets in the way, we have the opportunity to sit down with the God of the Universe, our Creator, and visit about the situations, pressures, trials, and burdens we face.
An easy formula to follow is the word ACTS (Adore, Confession, Thanksgiving, and Supplication). Before we rev up the motorcycle, we can worship Him
(Adore)from the sanctity of our home, renewing our relationship with His Holy Spirit for the day ahead.
We can (Confess) the mistakes we’ve made and take care of anything that might stand in the way of God hearing our pleas. We can seek His forgiveness.
We can (Thank) Him personally, for everything about our life is pure pleasure, balm for a believing heart.
Then we seek His answers for ourselves and others (Supplication), leaving burdensome worries at His feet. That takes the pressure off, as long as we’re truly willing to accept His solutions.
Motorcycle riders have no idea where God will use their bikes to open doors of ministry. We enjoy the freedom of the wind touching our bodies, the freedom from the four-wheel cage. But, as Christians, we know that Jesus commanded us to “Go out into all the world. …” The first step is to listen for God’s plan. Listen to see where He wants us, and where He is already working. We aren’t in a position to listen if we’re not allowing His Holy Spirit to work in our heart through daily prayer and Bible study. Begin this morning. Set aside a short time, in a quiet place, to seek God’s
face. Then listen and ride.

Reflections of Rosalyn

Reflections of Rosalyn
Rosalyn sat on the back porch looking out over the lake. All the food had been put away, and the dishes washed and returned to their rightful owners. The kids and neighbors had gone home. No conversation drifted from the house. No laughter wafted its way out to the porch. The house was empty now—as empty as her heart. Everyone else had gone back to their worlds, but today, she had buried hers. She had often been alone in her years of marriage on this very porch, but she had never felt lonely. Tonight, she felt lonely for the first time in forty years. Allen had been her best friend, confidant, lover, and hero. Now she faced a life without him. She had lost others through the years, but nothing impacted her life as much as the loss of Allen.

Her mother’s death had left her sad, but hadn’t left a hole in her heart, or her life. Peggy had been one of those people who placed a wall of protection around her heart, refusing to let anyone, including her own daughter, penetrate the barrier. For that reason, Rosalyn and her mother had never been close.
“Rosie, get in here and help me,” her mother yelled. They had been unpacking boxes since the moving truck had left at about ten that morning. Rosie was tired and hungry. Her mother was determined, unappreciative, and snappy.

“Can’t we take a break now? I’m so tired. Does all this have to be done today?”

“Yes, it has to be done today. I start my new job a week from today, and I don’t want to come home and unpack after working all day.” Everything was a matter of urgency to Peggy.

“We could do some of it tomorrow.”

“I can’t sleep if my house is out of order. Now, put those towels in the linen closet, and make sure the tails aren’t showing.” Peggy liked the towels put away so that when the closet door was opened, the folds were lined up in perfect rows. She called the selvage edge of the towel ‘the tail.’ Rosie could never understand what difference it made. No one except her and her mother looked in the linen closet, and if they did, who cared how the towels were stacked? They would still function as drying instruments, wouldn’t they?

“Fine. I’ll put the towel tails facing the back of the closet. I should probably show people how we stack our towels. Surely it’s worth a rung up on the social ladder,” Rosie muttered under her breath on the way to the linen closet.

“Rosie, have you laid out your school clothes yet?”

“Mom, school doesn’t start for three days. I have plenty of time,” Rosie answered, entering the room where her mother was working after what she called TTT duty—towel tail tucking.

“Yes, but we’re going to register you tomorrow. It’s very important you look right when you register. First impressions are important.”

“I don’t think the registrar cares how I look. Besides, after I’m registered, I’ll never see her again.”

“You don’t know that. I think you should wear that gingham skirt, with your white blouse. That will make a good impression.” It was 1968, and girls were still required to wear dresses to school.

Showing up at any event, including school, in too-casual attire was frowned upon. “When you get to school, make sure you don’t get mixed up with the wrong crowd.”

“Mom, have I ever gotten mixed up with the wrong crowd?”

“Well, it’s my job to make sure you don’t. Before you’re allowed to go anywhere with a group of kids, I’ll need to meet them. I must approve of the company you keep.”

“We have been over this before. I know you want to meet my friends. I don’t know why you can’t trust me.”

“I don’t trust you because I was young once. I know what kids did then, and you can’t tell me they don’t do the same thing now. Let me tell you right now—you had better not sneak out of this house after I’ve gone to bed.”

“Mom, I have never once sneaked out of this house. You always know where I am, and when I’ll be back.”

“Well, just in case you think about it, you better think again. I will find out where you are, and come get you. And you can believe I’ll make a scene in front of your friends.”

Rosie hung her head and quietly went to her room. She was a good kid. Her grades weren’t amazing, but she passed her classes and never caused problems in class. Throughout her entire elementary days, she had never missed a recess, stood in the corner or in the hall, or been sent to the principal’s office. In junior high school, she had never been sent to in-school suspension, or detention. Her mother had never been called to the school for disciplinary reasons. Rosie was rarely disciplined at home. She did what she was asked, and wouldn’t dream of openly defying any authority. It broke her heart when her mother started threatening her about things she hadn’t even thought about doing. Sometimes Rosie thought pleasing her mother was an impossible feat.

After she laid out the outfit her mother wanted her to wear to register the next day, Rosie organized her closet and dresser drawers. She wasn’t much of an organization freak, but with this activity, she could satisfy her mother’s demand to work and avoid her ranting at the same time.

Peggy couldn’t refuse the promotion, even with the stipulation of relocating. Being a single parent didn’t give her the luxury of turning down promotions, no matter what the condition. Rosie’s father hadn’t stayed around long enough to see her birth, and certainly hadn’t shown his face since then. It was all up to Peggy to raise Rosie into a decent adult.

Peggy hadn’t forgiven her husband for leaving her. She couldn’t even call him her ex-husband because he hadn’t bothered seeking a divorce. Single parenting was rare and she had long ago become accustomed to the stares and whispers. She was determined to make the world pay for the injustices she felt had been dealt her when her husband left her saddled with a child She interacted with people, including Rosie, in bulldog fashion—always on guard and ready to attack.

“Rosie, are you hungry?”

“Yes, what’s for dinner?”
“Let’s grab a burger. I’m too tired to cook.” One advantage of the larger town was the variety of fast-food places. The raise wasn’t sufficient to eat out on a regular basis, but Peggy didn’t have to worry so much about making ends meet. An occasional splurge would be a nice treat.
The fifties-style diner was not as clean as Peggy would have liked and smelled of old grease. She and Rosie passed several empty booths because Peggy found something wrong with each; one bench had a rip in the far corner. That would change the taste of the food, Rosie thought. One table was chipped on the edge. Mom please, find a table already. She refused another because a couple of boys sat in the adjacent booth—she didn’t like the way they looked at Rosie. No different from the way any other man looks at me. Another table wasn’t acceptable because it was still wet from being cleaned.

“Why don’t we sit at the bar?” Rosie made the mistake of asking.

“Ladies do not sit at the bar. Only women looking for a pick-up sit on a barstool.”

“Even at a diner?”

“Don’t argue with me. We are not sitting on a barstool. We will sit in a booth, like ladies.”
Finally Peggy decided on a booth which met her standards. Good thing. It’s the last one, Rosie thought as she sat down. The young waitress headed for their table with menus in hand.

“What can I get for you today?”

“Rosie, what do you want?”

“I want a cola, and small burger with fries, please.”

“And for you ma’am? What would you like?”

“I will take the same, but I require a straw with my drink.”

Rosie hated it when her mother talked to people that way. She couldn’t say, May I have a straw, please? She had to demand everything. The quick look of disdain from the waitress wasn’t missed by Rosie. By the time her mother looked up, the waitress had composed herself. Rosie knew it would be pointless to try to discuss the matter with her mother. Peggy never thought she was wrong, and certainly would never admit she was wrong to Rosie. She believed parents were never wrong, and should accept nothing less than 100 percent respect from their child.

The burgers were fair, the French fries cold, and the colas warm. Peggy left a small tip and then complained to the management. Rosie had the pleasure of hearing the encore performance on the way home. Arriving at the house, Rosie feigned exhaustion and went to her room for the rest of the night. She actually was tired—of her mother. Peggy could talk more, and say less, than anyone Rosie knew. Sometimes when she was tired and had listened to Peggy for what seemed an eternity, Rosie was sure she would scream if she heard another human word.

The next day was hot and humid. However, Rosie dressed to please her mother, which included hose and small heels to attend the production of Registration. That was the way Rosie saw it. Nothing was simple with her mother. Everything was a production, and this day looked like it would be a stellar performance. Peggy gave Rosie a once-over to make sure everything was perfect; Rosie called it the ‘inspection.’ They drove to the school as soon as Peggy was satisfied that Rosie was presentable.
The school sat on the hill coming into town. A large, older building, it was in need of some major renovation. The tall concrete steps leading into the main building had large cracks due to their advanced age. The interior of the building was dark and depressing. The registrar’s office was in the main hallway between the counselor’s and nurse’s offices. Peggy and Rosie were greeted pleasantly when they entered.

“I need to register my daughter for the fall semester, please.”

“All right. If you will just fill out these papers, we can get started. Did you bring her records from the old school?”

“Yes, I did. Here they are.” Peggy handed Rosie’s report card and attendance record to the registrar.

“Do you have the disciplinary records?”

“No, they weren’t given to me. I didn’t know they would be needed.”

“Let me call the assistant principal,” she said, picking up the phone. “Mr. Farienthold, I have a new student registering and the parent didn’t bring the disciplinary records. Yes sir, I have it right here.” She proceeded to give the name and phone number of Rosie’s old school to the assistant principal over the phone. Then she hung up and resumed helping Peggy complete the needed paperwork. She typed the information on the electric IBM typewriter. The little ball that stamped letters on the paper spun so fast Rosie thought it was going to fly out of the machine. It reminded her of the top she had spun for hours on the kitchen floor as a child.

A door on the left side of the registrar’s desk opened, and a small man with a dark complexion and coal-black hair stepped out. He extended his right hand to Peggy. “Good morning. I’m Assistant Principal Mike Farienthold.”

Peggy returned the smile and introduced herself. “This is my daughter, Rosie. We just moved to town and I wanted to make sure we registered her in time to get her supplies for the first day.”

“We’re so glad you moved to our town, and Rosie, we’re looking forward to working with you this year.”

“I’m afraid Rosie is not a very good student. She does pass her courses, but that’s about it. But I want you to know you have my full support. Anytime she is sent to the office, you call me at work, and I assure you it won’t be pleasant for her.”

“I’m sure Rosie will have no problems this year.”

“I know how these kids act up in school. If my daughter is one of them, I will take care of it.”

“I just spoke to the principal at her old school, and he said Rosie never gave them a minute’s trouble.
He said he wished they had more like her. He described her as quiet, respectful, and polite.”

“He was being kind, I’m sure. I don’t want you going home at night and worrying about disciplining my daughter. You will have my support.”

Rosie saw the quick look exchanged between Mr. Farienthold and the registrar.

“Why don’t you complete the paperwork while I take Rosie on a tour of the building? That way she won’t have any problems on the first day.”

“Oh, that would be lovely. Thank you. Rosie, remember to mind your manners and say thank you.”

Mr. Farienthold and Rosie went next door to the counselor’s office. “Mrs. Henry, I’d like you to meet a new student. This is Rosie Davis, and she’ll need to talk to you about her schedule. I think there may be some other issues Rosie needs to talk about, also.”

“Hello, Rosie. We’ll create your schedule together—but first let me tell you a little about myself and my job. I’m here to serve our students. My door is always open to them. Students may come see me anytime they need to talk. All the teachers have special passes for students who need to see me. All you have to do is ask for one.”

“Thank you. I’m sure I’ll be fine.”

“Rosie, I brought you to visit with Mrs. Henry because I think you might need to talk to her sometimes. Being the new student in school isn’t easy. Why don’t you remember where her office is located, just in case?”

Rosie assured them she would remember, but doubted she would ever go there. The only problem she had was her mother. How does one explain her mother?

On the way back to the office Mr. Farienthold said, “Rosie, the staff at this school cares about its students. I want you to know that you can talk to anyone on staff at anytime. We are here for you, but not just academically. We care about every part of your life. Do you go to church anywhere?”

“No, we haven’t been here long enough to find a church.”

“Well, the church I attend is right down the street, and we would love to have you visit. We have a strong youth department. It would be good for you to get involved.”

“Thank you, I’ll ask my mom about it.”

“Rosie, I have no doubt you’ll be a great student here. You’re a good kid and you’re going to do very well here.” He opened the office door and allowed Rosie to enter first.

“Oh, is the tour over? Good, we need to get back home and get more work done before I start work. Mr. Farienthold, thank you for everything. Rosie, say thank you.”

“She already has. She is a very polite young lady. I’m sure she will be an example to our other students.”

Peggy and Rosie walked out to the car and headed home. “How did you like the school?”

“It was fine. Mr. Farienthold invited us to church on Sunday. He said it was right down the street. Oh, look. There it is. Can we go this Sunday?”

“That might be nice. We do need to find a church home.”