Forrest Gump

I was watching Forrest Gump yesterday and I was mesmerized at how deep this movie is!  I have never seen it quite the way I saw it yesterday.  Forrest is the "perfect human being".  Why do I say this?  Because he lives in every moment.  He is a person of strong character and virtue...he always just makes the right choice no matter the cost, the pain, the fear, the rejection.  Take for example, when those kids are going to beat him up and Jenny shouts "run, forrest, run!"  Forrest just turns to look at her and then just runs...he runs and runs until he is free from his leg braces and then he runs the rest of his life.  Another scenario, is when he graduates from college and most of us would take time off to celebrate (which there is nothing wrong with celebrating our successes), but he gets drafted and the next moment he's off on a bus to basic training.  Forrest just does what he is told (like we should when God speaks to us) and things just seem to turn out well.  Yes, he goes to war and is scared, his buddy dies and he cries, he loves Jenny and she doesn't love him back...but he soldiers on and on...doing the right thing every time.  In contrast, we have Jenny.  She is just so messed up from her childhood, she doesn't have the first clue of who she is.  She is constantly making the wrong choice, or a better way to put it...tries to keep hammering a square peg in a round hole...so she is in constant pain, miserable...a failure.  That's what happens to us, when we keep making the wrong choice.  For some reason, we are prone and attracted to, be rebellious.  We want what is bad for us, we crave all the bad things, we desire those things that will destroy us.  We have to ask the Lord for strength.  Whatever it is we're battling...sin, overeating, laziness, feeling sorry for ourselves, blaming others, not appreciating the life we have...whatever it is, just start (or keep on) making the right choice.  At first it's hard but once you start making choosing the right thing it starts feeling consistent, it becomes a habit and eventually you wouldn't have it any other way.  It's like when you start eating healthy.  At first you miss that bag of hot cheetos but after a while, when you've cut out most of the fried, processed, unhealthy foods from your diet....those hot cheetos don't taste nearly as good as they used to...and voila! you don't crave them anymore.  Life is going to happen to us no matter what.  However, God tells us that when we do it his way, HE prepares the way before us and we don't have to worry about tomorrow.  When we are in His will, the only "work" we have is to enjoy (imagine that!) today, take pleasure in the life that we are living at this moment and show to others the light we have in our souls by being good, kind, compassionate and giving to others.  He doesn't want us worrying about tomorrow, He will take care of us.  What a wonderful God we serve!  He loves us, wants only the BEST for us and it's our job to believe that and just make the right choice.

Physical - Hi My Name is Lili and I am an...

So this weekend was the first weekend of Lent and we decided to give up alcohol for Lent....aaaauuughhh!!  What the heck were we thinking!!!  I have to blame it all on me because I was the one who first said that I would give it up and then, Victor, being the good husband and Catholic that he is said "sure baby, I'll give it up with you!"  He's such a cool guy...
I have to admit that on Friday I was not even looking forward to the weekend.  I kept thinking, "what the heck are we going to do??"  I know this sounds pretty pathetic, but we really use beer to help us have a good time at dinner, a club or just at home watching Sopranos or Weeds episodes.  We're just social alcoholics that way.  So we went to work out on Friday and then had some fish soup at Ciro's.  So Friday was good.  Then Saturday comes along and I had to go to a women's conference where my boss gave a great speech (you go girl!) and I have to admit that waking up early and not feeling the effects of a late night sure felt good!  We then had a nice pizza lunch at Ardovino's (I was this close to ordering a glass of wine) and then we went to a movie (Werewolf kind of sucked).  Sunday then comes around and I woke up early again and we went to go eat breakfast and then I had to go to work for a quick emergency.  Soooo, did I miss drinking?  Yes I sort of did, but truth be told, I kept thinking that I really want to consecrate myself to God this lenten season and I really think giving up the booze will help me in that quest.  I have other issues that really need my clarity and a better physical fitness level and I think that the Lord has not asked something of me that is not really going to benefit tremendously in the long run.  We tend to use beer as self medication sometimes (ok, maybe most of the time) and it's been a long time since I haven't used it as a numbing agent (the last time I quit was when I was pregnant last May and that felt nice), so it'll be nice to really know that I'm not using a mental or physical crutch to get me through the remnants of my "low periods".  Vic and I watched "The Notebook" together this evening and I really enjoyed the talk we had afterwards.  I told him that I had felt that I'd forgotten who I was when I was going through my darkness and that's a terrible thing for anyone to go through.  I remember the first time I saw that movie and I remember not liking it very much...I was super mad at her for not remembering her husband.  What a dummy I was!!  I've become very empathetic lately and I pray for anyone who has a mental illness of some sort.  I'm just glad that maybe by giving up drinking and being up for a "chick flick", when we otherwise probably wouldn't have watched it since we aren't normally up for stuff like that....that we will grow closer to each other and to God.  It's nice to know we don't need alcohol to loosen us up to have nice, deep conversations like the one we had.  It was a very nice Sunday evening and I'll be perky and rested for Monday.  Bring it on!!

Spiritual - That was yesterday

I started taking some training to become a CASA volunteer.  This organization provides guardian ad litums for abused and neglected kiddos.  A guardian ad litum is a person who acts as the voice of the kiddo and recommends to the court where they think they should be placed after doing their own investigation.  At first, I was really apprehensive and scared to take on this type of responsibility.  I guess through all the darkness that I'd been through, I was scared to get into someone else's darkness, even though that someone was an innocent victim, and helpless...unlike me.  I started praying and asking the Lord for guidance.  He kept telling me that He was with me, that something so helpful wouldn't be bad for me...that my responsibility, as a child of God, was to "visit widows and orphans in their time of trouble" (James 1:27).  So I went to the training.  I have to admit that I had to keep telling myself that I was in a safe place with good people and that everyone there was just trying to help.  I kept feeling so scared and almost felt like I was kidding myself that I would be able to help anyone, knowing what I had just come out of in my own life.  But I kept on.  At one time during the training we were being instructed on staying objective and understanding that we need to see things from all angles and not bring our preconceived notions or values to the situation.  We were shown a drawing of a room where the mom was sitting on the couch, smoking a cigarette...all the while her home was in disarray, her kiddos were seemingly unattended to and the dad had just returned home.  We were asked to look at the picture and only point out the good things that we saw.  There was fruit in the bowl, so I suppose she gave her kiddos good nutrition.  There was a puzzle in pieces on the floor, so hopefully that meant that the kiddos were mentally stimulated.  One of the kiddos was reaching his arms up to the returning dad, so obviously the baby had a bond with him and happy that he was home.  This little exercise really worked a number on my spirit and my brain.  I kept thinking, "I'm not equipped at this time, to be discerning (which at one time I thought I had that gift of the spirit) and this is going to make me useless in my role". I almost felt a panic attack come on and during the break, I told the instructor that I probably wouldn't come back, that I thought I couldn't do a good job.  I started crying and she probably thought I was a bit crazy.  But she was very sweet and told me not to worry ...that they cried all the time over the situations that they encounter.  That although it was hard to see the kids going through such a hard time, that this was all worth it when they saw the kids go on to have a good home, whether it was back with their families or adoption.  So I went to lunch and I prayed and asked for guidance.  The Lord is so good and so gentle.  He gently nudges us on to be brave and to have courage (Psalm 27:14 Be brave and courageous. Yes, wait patiently for the LORD).  So I went back and I really enjoyed the rest of the trainings.  I received my case this past week and have been praying for my kiddos who I haven't met.  Last night I had a dream that I was taking them and their mom to their grandmas house.  I dreamt that there was a baby that couldn't keep his head up and I was leery of leaving them there.  I really don't remember the rest of the dream but I woke up just thinking about them and how I'll be able to help them, if only by praying for them always.  I guess the story here is that we should never be afraid to help others.  Even though we might think that we are helpless or who are we to think that we can make a difference...the truth is that we can.  I was at Starbucks yesterday and that song came on "Lean on me, when you're not strong.  I'll be your friend...We all need somebody to lean on."  This morning I needed a friend and not only was the Lord with me, he provided my Victor, who is always there...to let me cry all I wanted to, until it was all out and I felt so much better.  I hope that one day I can look back on these kiddos and see that God let me be their friend.  That he let me be someone they could lean on and that when they cried for help, I listened.  I want to be there for them when it was yesterday and they can now move on to tomorrow.