Tuesday, December 25, 2012

CHRISTmas

I'm a very positive and optimistic person by nature.  In fact, I'm so optimistic, that at times, it's hindered me in personal relationships.  I always look for the good in people.  However, if there's one thing that sets me off and I can't stay mum about, it's materialistic people.  Yes, every one is materialistic to a certain extent.  I'm certainly no different. For example, I have a love of european cars, but I don't let that define me as a person.

Something that greatly troubled me when I signed onto facebook today was seeing a number of people posting pictures of what they received for Christmas.  I can understand posting a pic of something silly, like a gag gift that mom or dad purchased for you, but when you're posting pictures of expensive merchandise on social media sites for your friends to see, who cares?  Call me crazy, but I thought once we graduated high school, we gave up the infatuation with "presents."  

Then again, we live in an age where people are so fixated on the exterior; we all put on facades, hoping to display to the world that that our lives are darn near perfect; that happiness never departs from us; and that we've all got it figured out.  The reality is these things couldn't be farther from the truth. The only One who has it together is our Creator.

I think the reason all this picture posting especially troubled me was the fact that today is the day we're supposed to be celebrating the birth of Christ!   But instead, Christmas has become a holiday of the glorification of mass accumulation.  People are more interested in the giving and receiving of gifts than they are of the giving and receiving of heart.  Instead of becoming fixated on who receives the most presents, we should be focused on who can shower grandma and grandpa with the most hugs and kisses.  

Christmas is about faith, family, friends, and making memories.  

“If we find ourselves with a desire that nothing in this world can satisfy, the most probable explanation is that we were made for another world.”
--C.S. Lewis

Monday, December 17, 2012

Where was God?

Like everyone, I'm having a hard time processing the massacre that occurred in Connecticut. In fact, the devastation hasn't hit me completely yet. I know by sometime later this week, the after-math will all begin to sink in, but for right now I'm in absolute denial.

The innocence and trusting nature of a child is one of the most beautiful of God's creations. How a person could find it within himself to inflict any source of pain on a child is beyond me.

A lot of people are asking why this happened, and then the interest shifts to God. There's no denying that whether you are a follower of Christ, atheist, or agnostic, we all find ourselves asking, "But, why God?  Why would you allow something like this to happen?  Why didn't you show up?"

Well, a quick note: God did not allow this to happen; in fact, He tried to stop Adam on multiple occasions in the weeks leading up to the shooting, and the day of the shooting.  And furthermore, God was on scene the entire time of the shooting.

The amazing thing about having a relationship with God is that he has blessed us with free will.  What we choose to do with this gift is up to us: some people will choose to do good by this gift; and others, such as Adam Lanza will abuse this gift and choose evil.  

Last night my pastor, Doug, made a wonderful point regarding God's presence during the day of the shooting.  God wasn't curled up on the couch, asleep. He was up hours before Adam Lanza would get out of bed. He was in Adam's dreams, trying to convince him to stop the heinous crime he wanted so badly commit. He was in Adam's ear the entire drive over to the school, before the first shot, and every where in between.  Adam chose evil, but others, they chose good.

A perfect example is Victoria Soto, the darling 27 year old teacher, who hid her first graders in cabinets, and when confronted by Adam, was shot, and killed.  She could have chosen to exhibit her free will by hiding in the cabinets with her children, but instead, chose to shield the cabinets in an effort to protect the children.  She ultimately saved 20+ lives.  As far as I'm concerned God IS with Vicki, and all of the little children that lost their lives on Friday, and He WAS with them during the time of the shooting, reminding them that He loved them, and to be "brave."

I urge you to not lose faith in humanity as a whole.  Yes, there are many evil people in the world, but there are many more good natured people.  I leave you with a quote, a newsreporter on tv shared yesterday, that brings me hope: “When I was a boy and I would see scary things in the news, my mother would say to me, "Look for the helpers. You will always find people who are helping.” --Fred Rodgers


God bless Victoria Soto, and the other helpers of the world.

Wednesday, December 12, 2012

It's the little things

On Monday I took my final for microbiology. I thought it would be a silly gesture to purchase a mini hand sanitizer for my professor. So as I turned in my final, I handed it to him. The smile & laughter that ensued was priceless.
I absolutely love bringing joy into peoples' lives. Whether it be paying someone a compliment or surprising someone with a little trinket that reminded me of him, the reaction is always the same: a large smile forms on the lips & not only that, but if you look closely, the eyes will be smiling too.
That's the part I love most--the look of hope & sincere appreciation that forms in the eyes. The feeling that comes with implanting hope into another's heart is what my heart beats for.

Tuesday, December 4, 2012

Turn up the laughter!

So far today I've had two "mishaps."  And I'm about to leave for Microbio lab, so there's always the possibility of one more.  But if I do find myself in a dorky predicament tonight, I'll just laugh at myself & carry on.  I'm finally of the age where I realize that one of the best habits I have formed through maturation is the ability to laugh at myself.  I'm a serious person by nature, but you shouldn't always take yourself so seriously & besides, humor hardens life's blows.

Case in point: today I found myself walking into the shower & turning on the facuet while my bra was still on.  (I blame it on leg day).  I had to laugh at myself.  I mean, what a dorkomundo!

The second dorkus moment of the day occured when I needed to grab something out of my trunk. I must have forgotten to secure the lid on the protein powder container I keep in the trunk of my car because it's all over the place.
There is an upside, though-- my trunk now looks like a winter wonderland! And not only that, but the snow is edible too! Mmm, vanilla :D
Protein-infused vanilla snow comes for everyone!!

Wednesday, November 28, 2012

The Underdog

Underdog


Last week I received a second opinion by a doctor down at Stanford that I have carpal tunnel syndrome and thoracic outlet syndrome (tos).  Tos is compression of the superior thoracic outlet. The superior thoracic outlet is the region from the clavicle to the first rib. It acts as a small passage to the various nerves, arteries, and veins of the spinal cord. When it becomes compressed numbness, tingling, and/or pain of the arm, hand, or shoulder occurs. The game plan is to start physical therapy, with the hopes that my tos symptoms will decrease and I will exhibit less pain.  My doctor conducted a study, and the patients whose pain levels decreased were much more likely to have successful surgical outcomes.  So a couple of times a week, I will be meeting with the tos pt, and on the other days, a pt to work on the pain management of my carpal tunnel syndrome.


I feel so blessed that I live in the area I do because it just so happens my tos physical therapist is one of the leading physical therapists in treatment of tos.  I mean, what are the odds?  :)  I'm very hopeful that my tos symptoms, and pain will decrease.  We're devoting two months to pt, and hopefully by January I'll have made some awesome progress so we can go along with surgery.  There's always the hope too that I will be become symptom-free!!  I hope that's the case.  The tos surgery is pretty invasive; part of the procedure involves removing the first rib.  Ya....I'll pass!

I can't tell you how relieving it is now knowing what's going on with my body.  I'm a pretty good at tolerating pain--I've been through 4 knee surgeries; a compression fracture in my back, and numerous ankle sprains from soccer.  But after five months of living like this, I couldn't tolerate it any longer.  

When I was filling out my survey at Stanford there was a question that asked, "does your condition affect your social life?"  When I read that, I teared up because it was true!  I mean, I knew it was affecting my athletic activity, but my every day life?  I mean I'm no dork; I knew it was affecting my every day life, but I guess I was in denial.  I've always been one to tough it out, and push through the pain.  It comes with being an athlete.  Luckily after my back fracture, I came much more aware of how necessary it is to listen to your body, and since then, applied that approach to my training. There's a huge difference between having an off-day and your body being being so fatigued its susceptible to injury.  And I'm glad to have finally found that balance between pushing your body to its threshold and its absolute limit.

However, here I was, sitting, reading this questionnaire, while the words pierced my soul....I had let pain dictate my life.  In the past two months there were some days I was in so much pain, all I could do was lie in bed with a heating pad wrapped around my scalanes and clavicle region.  I was missing school, having to cancel appointments, and social functions.  And not only that, but in the past five months, I had become so short with my parents which is something I am not proud of.  Chronic pain turns you into someone you are not.  That's why I was shedding tears: not because I was in pain but because I had let it govern my whole world.  For someone who is so gun-hoe on not letting circumstances dictate her mood, here I was, coming full circle that I had become one of those statistics.  What a slap across the face.  

But I needed that cold, harsh reality.....I needed to acknowledge my pain!  After-all, how are you to heal--both physically and emotionally, if you don't acknowledge what you've been through?!  I mean really, what good does it do to run around, masking your pain?  I mean, yes, you shouldn't broadcast your every hurt to everyone on the street, but your loved ones?  They care!  There is no reason to suffer alone!  Phew....that feels so good to get off of my chest.  :)





*****So what's the current state of my heart?  Grateful, thankful, and more importantly, faithful.

I know that this injury is going to create some radical, positive changes in my life!  In fact, it already has in my faith/prayer life, and I know there will be many more to come.  

Back in June, I completed my first figure competition of the season in New Orleans.  A week later, I started experiencing numbness/tingling in my left palm, pinky, and ring fingers.  I thought it was due to a spot in my upper back that was extremely tight.    Then I started experiencing pain in my scalenes, and clavicle region. It was a type of pain I had never experienced before--a heavy, warm, constant, pulsating, type of pain.  I thought I just had a badly pinched nerve in my neck.   I wanted to take time off from training, but I couldn't because I still had two shows left for the season.  I had to suck it up for another month.  And here is where it gets exciting!!!!

I prayed to God that throughout the rest of my prep, He would not let the pain subside.  I figured that if Jesus suffered on the cross for me, the least I could do to let him know I was grateful for His sacrifice, was suffer for a little while myself. I could train through the  pain I was experiencing, as I focused on Him, not my pains; and ultimately brought Him the glory.  And not only that, but I'd become more Christ-like in the process. 

I cannot tell you how much that one prayer changed my life!  To this day, I still am so thankful that God did a number like that on my heart.  I mean, my faith is at an all time high!

There were days during that prep I was not only in pain, but physically exhausted.  But the Lord sustained me through it all.  Every morning I would pray for Him to use me as a means to bring positivity into someone's life; remaining positive while dieting can pose a struggle; you're not exactly all sunshine and rainbows, and not very fond of people either.  Lol.    I was also very mindful during every workout, to keep a smile on my face.  It didn't matter if I was lunging for 20 minutes straight or running my butt off, you would see me beaming from ear to ear.  

In fact, one of my girlfriends who was also dieting at the time for a show, asked me what I was taking preworkout because I had so much energy.  My reply: "I don't take anything preworkout besides Jesus.  He is the only fuel I need!"  It was pretty kewl to see, and hear her reaction, "You and Jesus make a great team!"  :)

So you're probably wondering the significance of this entry's title, and this is where I explain.....

Before I competed in my second show of the season, I explained to my coach that no matter what the results of the second show were, I was going to compete in my first national show ever, the USA's.  I had been busting my butt off, and I owed it to myself to compete with the best of the best!  My coach initially only wanted me to compete in the USA's if I won my height class at the second show.  But I didn't listen (typical stubborn me) & booked my flight and hotel.  

At the second show, I came in fourth place, which I was bummed about, but not nearly as bummed as I normally would have been.  God had planted a seed of hope in my heart after hearing the results, and I truly believed something good was going to arise because of this fourth place finish.  

The week before I was to leave for Vegas and compete at the USA's, I had a very good heart to heart with God.  I explained to God that I had worked so hard to reach this point, and that no matter the outcome of the USA's, I was happy with the transformations I had made.  I was thankful that His love and strength had sustained me throughout this entire process:

"God, I've always been an underdog.  It goes back to my soccer days.  Luckily I was blessed with speed, and athleticism, but soccer is more than how good of an athlete you are.  I was not  the most tactical nor technical player, and that effected playing time as I grew older.  

As you know, God, the movie, Rudy, is an all-time favorite of mine.  Rudy Ruettiger and I are a lot alike: small in size, but big in heart.  We've both had a lot of critics during our athletic careers, but we've never let that deter us from accomplishing our dreams.  We're both underdogs & place strong emphasis on working hard: "Hard work beats talent when talent doesn't work hard." --Kevin Durant. 

So, Lord, if it is your will, please let me place well.  I would love to place top 5.  I want to be a representative for other underdogs that with a confident faith and belief in yourself, accomplishing your dreams is possible." 

Well, friends, I have wonderful news to share, the Lord exceeded my expectations, and in my first national show, I placed 5th!  

When I look back at the results from that competition, I am filled with hope & confidence that I'll be back to my spunky self in a matter of time thanks to the Lord's faithfulness and healing abilities.  As for the gym, I miss it, but it'll always be there.  I need to heal first, and once I'm fully recovered, I know I'll come back stronger than ever: "A setback is an opportunity for a comeback!"  And as we know, underdogs love a good comeback!  

Love, Megs






Monday, November 26, 2012

The little, red flower

Today I am thankful for the little, red flower I noticed while pumping gas at the gas station. What delighted me the most was to see it, standing erected in the soil, all by itself. There were no other flowers in sight & all I could think was, "I want to be like that flower."
The way that little flower leads her life is how I desire to lead my life: bold & unafraid--secure in my own soil, knowing that I'm always provide for because I'm deeply rooted in Lord. It doesn't matter if the current season of my life is marked by immense joy or marred with immense pain because God's mercy and goodness are unconditional. His love always prevails! He is my stronghold, my roots.
“Blessed is the man who trusts in the Lord, whose trust is the Lord. He is like a tree planted by water, that sends out its roots by the stream, and does not fear when heat comes, for its leaves remain green, and is not anxious in the year of drought, for it does not cease to bear fruit.”
 Jeremiah 17:7-8

Thursday, November 22, 2012

The Reality

Yesterday I had a dr's appointment down at Stanford to determine the cause of the numbness I've been experiencing in one of my hands & the constant pressure in my clavicle that's been plaguing me for the past five months. Luckily my condition is treatable and I have so much hope that I will be pain free after working with a physical therapist & undergoing surgery.

And for that, I am extremely grat
eful. While I am experiencing chronic pain, my health is otherwise fantastic.

As I was leaving the hospital yesterday, I noticed a girl around my age who was crippled. She had clearly been in a major accident and was paralyzed. It broke my heart, knowing she can't complete basic tasks for herself anymore; and instead, has to rely on both her mother and caregiver who were both present with her yesterday.

And more heartbreaking is the fact that she will never ever again be able to run barefoot through the grass, carefree, like she did as a child. Nor will she be able to experience the joy that comes with having "the first" dance with her husband, or playing hide and go seek with her little boy.

Sudden pains will arise, but we must remind ourselves to not let them derail our joy. We must remain thankful on a daily basis: thankful that we are not confined to a wheel chair; hooked up to a breathing and/or feeding tube; and don't have an incurable disease. But most of all, thankful for the gift of life God has blessed us with.

And with that, I'm off to run barefoot through the grass for that courageous gal!