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Levitsky Summer 2018- Dinosaur Week!

We decided to kick off summer with Dinosaur Week! I had a great time searching the internet for crafts and projects we could do and boy, the internet did not disappoint! I can’t remember where I found all the ideas, so I won’t link to them, but I didn’t think them up on my own. I don’t have the time or brain power!

I started the day off wearing a big onsie dinosaur costume Mike’s mom had picked up last year at the thrift store. The boys got a kick out of it.

I taught the boys about herbivores, carnivores and omnivores and we talked about what our favorite dinosaurs were and why. I printed out some addition and subtraction work sheets for Samuel and added some dinosaur clip art to them- instant Dino math!

For Simeon, we worked on tracing different line shapes to prepare for writing letters. I grabbed some clip art off the internet and pasted it into a google doc, then made dotted lines connecting dinosaur to dinosaur or dinosaur to habitat. Simeon liked getting one dinosaur to the other in order to eat it. We also started learning the letter D.

We did lots of coloring too!

Samuel started tracing some cursive letters.

One of the boys’ favorite things we did was playing a game with this free printable cube! We took turns rolling it and then I made the boys run down to the end of the hall acting out what the cube said.

The thing I had most fun doing was making Salt Dough Dinosaur Bones. I made a double batch of my usual recipe and went to work making bones for the boys to excavate the next day in our sand box.

Easy Salt Dough

2 cups flour

1 cup salt

3/4-1 cup warm water

Mix flour and salt in a big bowl. Add 3/4 cup of water and mix until it becomes the consistency of play dough. Add more water if it feels dry or add flour until it is no longer sticky. Knead for a couple minutes.

I baked them in the oven at 200 degrees F for about 4 hours. This is the picture I used to base my shapes off of. I was so impressed by my dino skull that I didn’t realize I made it backwards. I told the boys our dino broke his neck as he died. 😂 Simeon bought it but Samuel rolled his eyes.

As the boys put the Stegosaurus together looking at the sample picture, I had them watch a short documentary on Youtube about the Stegosaurus. After, that was done, I told Samuel to use the bones to make up his own dinosaur (below). He had to tell me what it ate and where it lived and how it defended itself. I think he enjoyed it!

We also made Hatching Dinosaur Eggs. They were super easy too. I like easy projects! I didn’t even measure out the two ingredients. All you have to do is put some baking soda in a bowl (maybe 3/4 cup) and add some water until it becomes a paste. Put some in your hand and then smush a tiny plastic dinosaur figure into it and add more paste and shape it into an egg. Let it sit outside overnight to dry out. When it’s time for them to hatch, fill up a spray bottle with vinegar and spray away!

The last project we did for Dinosaur weeks was Dinosaur Print Fossil Cookies. I used my mom’s super secret sugar cookie dough recipe (I could tell you, but I’d have to kill you) but any any sugar cookie dough would work- even the super quick Pillsbury bag or even a pre-made refrigerated tube . Roll the dough in 1.5 inch balls, roll in a mixture of cinnamon and sugar, arrange them on a cookie sheet about 2 inches apart, pat them down a bit and then use some plastic dinosaurs to stomp on the cookies to make foot prints. Only press the dinosaur feet down about halfway through the cookie. The cinnamon sugar is important so you can see the foot prints. Bake for 8-10 minutes at 350 degrees F. Remove the cookies to cool on a cooling rack.

So, there you have it, our first week of Summer 2018. I think Dinosaur Week was a huge success!


May The Lord Give You Increase


I came across these Bible verses a couple days ago and I wrote them on the white board in the kitchen. This is where I spend a ton of time during the day, so the white board has our dinner menu for the week, our grocery list and Scripture or song lyrics that minister to me.

I love this promise from the Psalms.

“He will bless those who fear the LORD,
Both small and great.
May the LORD give you increase more and more,
You and your children.”
– Psalm 115:13-14
I like the blessing part. Who wouldn’t? But the fear of the Lord part is a little harder for me because I’m human and I’m prideful. I want to do things and have things my way. I am thankful for a God who is patient, long-suffering and oh so loving toward me!
I’ve been on a journey of healthy eating for the last 6 months. I have learned a dependence on God that I had not ever known before. The Lord revealed to me that I was addicted to sugar, using it like a drug when things became stressful or sad or overwhelming or anger-inducing or… you get the idea. I also used it to celebrate happy occasions, making it through the day with my boys, when I lost a little weight. Yes, seriously, when I lost weight! I can be so foolish! Now there isn’t anything wrong with eating food at a celebration, but when the food becomes the center of my attention, then it becomes and problem…and it became a big problem. I was convicted and I really felt it impressed upon my heart that the Lord was calling me to repent, turn away from my idol of food fixation, and turn to Him. This is where I started learning the fear of the Lord. Now, this isn’t a fear where I feel scared of God. I am a Christ- follower and have been forgiven of my sins because of Jesus’ sacrifice on the cross. I am counted righteous because His righteousness is imputed to me. I don’t need to fear punishment. The fear of the Lord I’m talking about here is reverence, respect, awe.
First Samuel 12:24 says, “Only fear the LORD, and serve Him in truth with all your heart; for consider what great things He has done for you.”
The Lord has done so many great things for me. Even His conviction of my heart when I was in the midst of the sin of idolatry and food fixation was a great blessing! He drew me to Himself and helps me moment by moment as I seek to follow Him.
Psalm 115:14 is the verse I’ve been meditating on today. It says “May the Lord give you increase more and more, you and your children.” As I fear the Lord and serve Him in truth with all my heart (1 Sam. 12:24 above), the Lord will give me increase – and my children! I was thinking of the many blessings I would love to be increased for me and my children. As I walk this path of daily relying on God to help me choose good, healthy foods, the blessings I want to increase are a healthier body, a greater reliance on Him and a closer, deeper relationship with Him. And as I walk with Him and fear Him, these blessings are poured out on my children too! How awesome is that!
My children get to see their mom pouring her heart out to God asking for help to make healthy food choices (Do you ever pray out loud in front of your children about the things you are struggling with?? You should! It’s so good for them to see you relying on the Lord!) . Because of this I actually make healthier choices and cook nutritious meals for my family. My children get the blessing of good, healthy, yummy food to fill their bellies and make them grow stronger. They get the blessing of seeing their mom fully satisfied in Christ, not striving for satisfaction in food, or anything else for that matter. They get the blessing of learning healthy habits, not only physical habits, but spiritual ones too! My son loves to read the Bible verses on my white board each week and we get to talk about what they mean and how we can apply them in our family. See, blessing upon blessing, increasing over and over again!
I know that serving the Lord with your whole heart is hard. But it’s so worth it, friends! Blessings upon blessings will be poured out on you – and your children too! What mama doesn’t want that!?


When things are good, it’s easy to be transparent. But not so much when things are hard. I wonder if people will think I am complaining, or not trusting God. I worry that I will bug people and I start to feel insecure.

But writing out my thoughts and feelings and sharing them with people is therapeutic, so here goes.

I am struggling. Winter brings cold weather and cold weather brings me an incredible amount of pain. I look mostly ok at church, and that’s because church thankfully happens at the best, least painful part of my day. But mornings and evenings are a different story.

When I wake up, the pain hits me like a bus. It hurts when I move, but it also hurts when I don’t move. I have a series of stretches I do in bed so I’m able to get out of bed and walk to the bathroom, then to the coffee maker (so important! 🙂), then to the microwave to heat up a rice bag and finally to the couch to sit with the heat until my body slowly loosens up). But this is rarely a smooth process when you add two young boys to the mix. Simeon needs helping using the bathroom, Samuel is still learning how to get his own breakfast, I have to play referee when the boys intentionally irritate one another. My body longs to sleep because that’s the only time I don’t feel the pain. I get snappy and weepy and sometimes I feel panic because I can’t get rid of the pain.

Nights are even worse. It’s hard for me to even explain how hard the nights are. I feel tormented by the pain. Mike has to help me to bed some nights. I don’t have the strength or energy to talk or even open my eyes sometimes in the evenings. My mind is so tired from keeping it together all day. My body is exhausted from normal life stuff.

I feel defeated and alone because not many young mamas can relate. Friends and family try to understand and I am so thankful, but I do feel alone.

The pain affects me in so many ways.

Physically, I’m having a harder and harder time walking, my legs and knees ache, then the nerve pain feels like I’m being electrocuted or stabbed. There is sharp pain in my lower back any time I bend. The fatigue has been coming more and more quickly lately.

Mentally and emotionally I am exhausted. Pain does that to you. I feel “less than” so much if the time because I see what I miss out on- being active with my family, being able to have easy conversation because I forget words and can’t get my thoughts out of my brain and into my mouth. I know the pain and brain fog affect how I parent and I grieve the mama I would be without the pain.

Spiritually, I struggle in secret. I love the Lord with all my heart, but the pain and God’s choice not to heal me is like the elephant in the room. I pretend it isn’t there but when I stop and think about it, I question God’s goodness. I feel awful just typing that. It’s like my heart and mind can’t comprehend how a good God can love me, see my pain, hear my cries and choose not to heal me. I have to daily choose what I know is truth instead of what I feel- abandoned and unloved. That really messes with a person whose faith is the most important thing in her life.

See how transparency is so difficult for me?? I don’t want people to think less of me, love me less.

But, I know I can’t possibly be the only person feeling this way, right? We all go through stuff that makes us question, makes us struggle. We all want people to think the best of us. But we can never cultivate real, deep relationships without transparency. We all want to be known, really known. But it’s scary to be honest and show the unpresentable parts of myself. But if I don’t ever show the broken, hurting parts of me, I will always feel alone. And I don’t want that.

One of the purposes of the church is to encourage one another(1 Thes. 5:11), comfort one another (2 Cor. 1:4), help bear one another’s burdens (Gal. 6:2), so I’m typing this now with boldness, trusting that God will take my fumbling words and transparency to encourage others to reach out when they struggle (send me a message ANY time and I will pray with you and for you!!!), to be more compassionate because we never really know what’s going on in someone’s life and remind people to pray for one another.

21 Day Fix(ish) Turkey Chili

I am finding that the easiest way for me to stay on plan is to plan plan plan! And then prep a ton of food for the week. If I can just heat up something out of the freezer or fridge, I can stay on plan when my day is crazy and I don’t have time to cook a full dinner. I made this chili tonight and it was yummy! So. Much. Food. Honestly, I ate about two thirds of a portion (2 full cups! Plus my yellow portion (1/3 cup) of shredded cheese. Next time will just use half of my cheese portion) and the last one third is waiting for me on the kitchen table. I’ll go back to it after I’m done here.  I’m still not used to eating so much food at one time.

I’m calling this recipe 21 Day Fix(ish) Turkey Chili because honestly, I’m not an expert at this and I’m not super duper strict when it comes to healthy foods in the containers. I don’t have any idea what chicken broth counts as and I know tomato sauce is supposed to be counted as purple (fruit), but I count it as green (veggies). I know I’m not going to binge on tomato sauce or chicken broth so I’m totally OK with it. I still drink a cup of coffee every day with my normal Coffeemate creamer. I’m a rebel, I know.

So, without further ado, Here is

21 Day Fix(ish) Turkey Chili

1 pound lean turkey
1/2 tablespoon olive oil
1 large green bell pepper, diced
1 large red bell pepper, diced
1 large onion,diced
1 tablespoon minced garlic
1 cup chicken broth
1 (14oz.) can diced tomatoes (I use petite diced)
1 (8 oz.) can tomato sauce
1 cup drained and rinsed black beans
1 cup frozen corn
1 tablespoon chili powder
1 teaspoon ground cumin
1/4-1/2 teaspoon cayenne pepper (depending on how spicy you like it)
Shredded cheddar cheese (optional)

In a large pot, brown and crumble turkey in olive oil. Add diced onions, garlic and bell peppers. Saute until veggies are barely softened.Stir in diced tomatoes, tomato sauce, corn, beans. Stir in the spices.Simmer, covered, for 45 minutes.You can top this with diced onion and or shredded cheese.

You could also make this in the crock pot. I’d do step one, then dump everything into the crock pot and cook it on low all day.




As Fit As I Can Be

One year ago in June, I pulled my groin and quad because I worked out with a personal trainer – once- and I obviously pushed my poor body too hard, even though it didn’t feel like it at the time. It was one week after working out with the trainer that I was under Samuel’s highchair cleaning up his tossed dinner when I got up from kneeling and felt something pull in my leg. I could have sworn I audibly heard it tear. It was sickening and Mike got me to a chair and we put ice on it, but the damage was done. It took close to $500, lots of ice, heat and Motrin, physical therapy, an MRI and almost 6 months before I was able to work out again. Lesson learned…. or so I thought….


I have been feeling pretty terrible lately, fibromyalgia-wise. I notice though that when I work out consistently, the pain, anxiety and depression are far less than if I stayed home and did nothing. This week I went to the gym 4 days and either walked on the treadmill or “ran” on the elliptical. I was feeling great! I had more energy, my debilitating pain was now just annoying and tiring.


A few weeks ago, Mike started a fitness challenge group with a workout program called T25 from Beachbody. It’s a workout that you do at home while watching some videos. My girlfriends and I are going on a girls’ getaway in August and have all committed to losing 10 pounds before then. Mike thought it would be fun if we all did this workout program together. We start on Monday so Mike decided to preview it last night. I was excited to see the modified moves and wondered if I would be able to keep up. I started the workout with him, making sure to watch the girl doing all of the low impact modifications. I made it 17 minutes into the 25 minute video. Then my leg and groin started to ache. I immediately stopped and put ice on it. Fifteen minutes passed and I felt like I had injured myself just like last year. I went to bed crying, not because of the pain (I deal with pain all the time, I’m a champ! LOL); it was because of the disappointment and fear I felt.


You see, I want to be fit, like really fit. I LOVE working out. I would workout hard every single day if my body let me. But it doesn’t. I have tried running, yoga, workout videos. The only exercise I can do it walking or the elliptical (some days, if my shoulders will let me. Sometimes I can’t move my arms because of the pain.) The rest leave me in more pain, sometimes pain that lasts months. It’s extremely disappointing.


I’m thankful to be able to walk for exercise. I wasn’t supposed to be walking, period. But there is this desire in me to be more, do more. And my body just says no.


This morning my leg and groin are feeling a little better. I’m going to take it super easy today and maybe even skip the gym this week to let it heal. I know that will cause my fibro pain, anxiety and depression to rise again. It’s a terrible cycle. My heart breaks every time it happens and I feel hopeless. This happened a couple weeks ago. I had a swollen and painful lymph node and wasn’t able to work out. This caused a huge fibromyalgia flare. I was just coming out of it and then this happened. Sigh….


I guess I just needed to vent and write about how I felt. Mike can only say “I’m sorry, Babe” so many times. I hate that he hurts so much when i’m hurting. He knows me better than anyone in the whole world; he knows how disappointed I am. I was telling him last night that I’m so sad that I’ll never be as fit as I want to be. He replied with “But you can be as fit as you can be.”


My goal this week is to focus on that. Do everything I can to be as fit as I can be. Focus on the fact that I can do something; some people are not able to do anything. Some people are able to do it all and still choose to do nothing. If this week all I can do it walk, then I’ll walk. If all I can do it rest and ice, then I will rest and ice. And I’ll do my very best to stay positive.


The Power Of A Praying Wife – His Trials

“Everyone goes through hard times. It’s nothing to be ashamed of. Sometimes our prayers help us to avoid them. Sometimes not. It’s the attitude we have when we go through them that matters the most. If we are fulled with anger and bitterness, or insist on complaining and blaming God, things tend to turn out badly. If we go through them with thankfulness and praise to God, He promises to bring good things despite them. He says to ‘count it all joy when you fall into various trials, knowing that the testing of your faith produces patience’ (James 1:2,3).” (The Power Of A Praying Wife, Page 111)


If you ask my husband what trials he has gone through, he might mention a couple he’s had in his whole life. This is not because his life has been free from trials, but because he has such a great attitude when hard things come his way that they don’t even register as a blip on the trialometer (yes, I just made that up). He is a very go-with-the-flow kind of guy. He may complain of an inconvenience every once in a while, but not often at all.

A couple weeks ago at work, he started getting a migraine, which he gets kind of frequently, so he went out to his car to get his migraine medicine and as he was leaning into the passenger side to grab the box, a lady side swiped his car and her side mirror hit his driver’s side mirror and knocked the glass to the ground. She did pull over and stop, but didn’t have insurance. After dealing with the mirror and the migraine, he called me and said, “Babe, I’m having a hard day. I’m going to lay down in my classroom until I have to head over to do worship for youth group. Thank God I got into my car on the passenger’s side. She would have killed me if I was on the other side!” That was the extent of his complaining. I would have been a mess! A migraine and getting my car hit would have pushed my into a whineathon (Wow, I’m on a roll today with the made up words!) 

I prayed for my husband and he was able to do worship for youth group and the migraine went away for the most part. His attitude when trials come reminds me to count it all joy. He was so thankful for God’s protection (which I pray for often!) that he really didn’t get upset about the trial.

Now I do realize this was a little trial. We have not had to go through any major trials besides some of my medical problems and chronic pain, but I am sure that his attitude would be the same. I’d like to think that it’s all my prayers for his trials that make that true, but I think it’s just a gift God has given him. 

I think the fact that we have not gone through many big trials is, in part, because I cover my husband in prayer about all of the other things in this book- his work, his finances, his sexuality, his temptation, his mind. Sometimes trials just happen because we live in a fallen world with sinful people, but many times trials come because we bring them on ourselves because of the poor decisions we make or the company we associate with. I pray for my husband to have wisdom in all the areas in his life, especially all the things men tend to struggle with the most, like pride, sexual temptation, self reliance. Keep praying for your husband’s trials, but pray for all the other areas in his life too and you may not need to pray for his trials as much. 


I love what Stormie says about trials-


“Trials can be a purifying fire and a cleansing water. You don’t have to your husband to get burned or drowned; you want him to get refined and renewed.” (The Power Of A Praying Wife, page 114)


We can play a big part in that! Keep praying for, supporting and encouraging your husbands!



The Power Of A Praying Wife -His Protection

“Our husbands are on the battlefield every day. There are dangers everywhere. Only God knows what traps the enemy has laid to bring accidents, diseases, evil , violence, and destruction into our lives. Few places are safe anymore, including your own home. But God has said that even though ‘The wicked watches the righteous, and seeks to slay him, the Lord will not leave him in his hand’ (Psalm 37:23,33). He promises that He will be ‘a shield to those who put their trust in Him’ (Proverbs 30:5). He can even be a shield to someone we pray about because of our faith.” (The Power of A Praying Wife, Page 107)

I pray for my husband’s protection every single day. Now this does not come from my holiness, but from my anxiety. I am constantly afraid that my husband is going to get into a car accident on his way home, or that someone is going to rob him at the bank while he deposits his checks after teaching music lessons at night. My anxiety about losing my husband used to be worse. When we were first married, if he was even 5 minutes late coming home from work my mind would start imagining the worse. By the time my poor husband walked through the door, I would be a mess, usually in tears and mad at him for not calling me to say he was going to be late. Most of the time it was traffic or a taking a phone call when he was sitting in the drive was when he got home that caused the delay. No car accident, no major head trauma, no gun shot wounds. Just life.

It doesn’t happen often, but sometimes the fear of losing him will creep up at night when I’m waiting for him to get home. His schedule can be a little irregular and he could be an hour earlier or later than I expect. He is usually so good to call and let me know what is going on, but sometimes it slips his mind. (I pray for the Lord to remind him to call me too!)

It’s funny that at this very moment, my husband just came into our room where I’m writing and says he’s going for a run to end his workout. It’s almost 9:30 pm. I still get a little anxious when I think about what could happen. But the Lord has been impressing on my heart to trust Him with my husband’s life. My husband also just said, “I’ll only be gone like six minutes. I’m going to leave my phone here.” The look on my face must have changed his mind because he grabbed his phone and smiled at me before he closed the door.

Wouldn’t it be wonderful if God protected us from anything that could harm us?! I would never have to keep watching my clock to see when six minutes have passed!

But there are times when God doesn’t protect us from the evil around us. Bad things happen. I love what Stormie writes about this in this chapter.

“But accidents do happen, even to godly people and when they do they are sudden and unexpected. That’s why prayer for your husband’s protection needs to be frequent and ongoing. You never know when it might be needed in the battle field. And if something happens, you’ll have the comfort of knowing you’ve invited God’s presence and power into the midst of it.” (The Power Of A Praying Wife, Page 108)

That last sentence brings me such peace. When I read it I feel God’s peace wash over me and I feel calm. He is ultimately in control of my husbands safety and I have to trust Him. He is worthy of my trust.



Starting Again

So, it’s been a while. Ok, a long while. To be honest, I’m not really sure what happened. Life happened, I guess. Toddlerhood happened. My Etsy shop happened. I realized I’m only good at doing a couple things at once and my blog has been left on the back burner. And it makes me sad. I love writing and sharing my heart and I don’t really feel like myself if I’m not writing. So, I’d like to start blogging again more consistently. It’s going to be hard since life happens all. the. time. It’s funny that way.


My son will be three next month and as much fun as it is to be home with him everyday, he sucks all the life out of me. 🙂 I go and go and go all day and when I put him into bed and walk back down the hall, my body hurts so much that I either use my rice bags and apply heat to all my sore spots or I ice everything, or I take a pain pill and go to bed. My son gave up napping, and although he does “quiet time”, he is rarely ever quiet, so it’s difficult to concentrate on anything other than laundry or dishes or picking up his million toys. But I do want to write and I have to make a commitment to it.


I realized I never finished my series on The Power of A Praying Wife, by Stormie O’Martian, so that will be the first thing I will tackle. Thanks for being understanding and sticking with me! Stay tuned for a new post!

Choosing To Trust

After I gave birth to Samuel, I made Mike promise me that if I started taking about wanting another baby, he had to talk me out of it and remind me that I never wanted to be pregnant again. My pregnancy was tough because of my pre-existing back issues and my labor and delivery was a nightmare- 27 hours of labor, a third degree tear, infections for both Samuel and me, and a good 6 weeks before I was able to just sit without pain. I never wanted to do that again. I was adamant.

Fast forward two years. My body had healed from the delivery (well, mostly) and my heart began to change. I told Mike I wanted another child. He reminded me of what I had said and talked me out of it, just as I had asked. But the aching in my heart persisted and I brought it up to him again and told him I had changed my mind. He worries so much about my health already, adding another pregnancy, and after 9 months, a child to the mix really freaks him out.

The desire did not go away so we began praying about whether or not I should stop using birth control. I have infertility issues and getting pregnant again would be a miracle (just like the first time), so we stopped using birth control and left it up to The Lord. That was 9 months ago. I’m still not pregnant and we continue to trust The Lord with our desires.

However, the past few weeks have been very hard for me. I’ve found out that three friends are pregnant- just this week, as well as watching my sister’s belly grow as my new niece grows and developed inside of her. My heart has hurt so much today.

When I realized I wasn’t pregnant this month, I felt a mixture of disappointment and relief. Disappointment because I do want another child, I want Samuel to have a sibling to grow up with; relief because I could take a pain pill when my back went a little crazy and I needed strong pain relief, which led me to feeling disappointed again because my body is so messed up.

I am so incredibly thankful for Samuel. He is truly a miracle and brings us so much joy. Sometimes I feel guilty for wanting another child because God has already given us Samuel and I have friends who so desperately want to have a child. Who am I to ask for another one? And then I feel upset because I have friends who have lots of children and I wonder why God has only given us one. It’s a tangle of many emotions!

I’m not exactly sure why I even wrote this post, maybe to get it all off my chest, maybe I’m hoping someone reads this and knows they are not alone when they too feel tangled in mixed emotions when it comes to their infertility and the feelings of injustice. Either way, I’ll end with this- I am choosing to trust The Lord with my family and future even when it’s painful.

The Power Of A Praying Wife – His Health

“For years my husband cared little about exercise. I would give lectures and meaningful talks, leave magazine articles in his path, and plead and cry about how I didn’t want to be a widow, but it all fell on glazed eyes and deaf ears. Then one day I got the brilliant idea that if praying worked for other parts of his life, it might work for this, too. I decided to employ my ‘shut up and pray’ method and ask God to give him the desire to exercise regular. I prayed for a number of month without any results, but then one morning I heard an unfamiliar noise coming from another room. I followed the sound and much to my amazement, it was my husband on the treadmill. I didn’t say a word. He has been using the treadmill and lifting weights about three days a week ever since.” (The Power Of A Praying Wife, page 103)

I could have written this passage. When my husband and I were first dating, he weighed 315 pounds. He lifted weights, but did no cardiovascular exercise and the years he spent in college eating out every day took its toll on his body. His weight gain started back in junior high and continued through college. Being overweight and picked on, he became the funny guy, always throwing out jokes before people had time to make fun of him. His sense of humor was one of the things that attracted me to him. I was also attracted to his frame. I love that he was big and made me feel safe when he held me or when we were out in public. There is something comforting when you are with the biggest guy in the room. 🙂

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After we had dated for a while and I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life with this man, I started to pray about his weight and health. I looked down the road and imagined us having children and him not being able to play with them because of his weight. I imagined being widowed because he had a heart attack. We had a few conversations about his health and I assured him of my reasons for wanting him to lose the weight – it wasn’t that I was not attracted to him, it was that I was scared, scared of losing him. One day he decided he didn’t want to be fat anymore. I was so proud of him! When we got engaged he started losing some weight. He lost about 30 pounds before we tied the knot. His suit was way too big on him on our wedding day; I had to pin it back with a chip clip for pictures.

mike weight loss wedding

After we got married, he continued to lose weight. Over the course of about four years, he lost a total of 130 pounds! It really helped that I try to cook as healthful as possible and encourage him to keep at it. In the last month or so he has started running at least 3 days a week and is in the best shape of his life. He started running to support me since I took a leap of faith and am training to run a 5K. He knows the difficult task I’ve set before myself (If you are not familiar with my story or disability, check out the About Me page!) and he has stepped up and supported my running by jumping in with me! I love to watch him with our son; sometimes it make me emotional remembering my fears about him not being able to keep up with our future children.

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I do realize that this may not be the case with your husband. Your husband may not be interested in losing weight or taking care of himself. Don’t give up! Keep praying and try to include him (and your whole family!!) in activities that promote good health. Take family walks, challenge him to a game of horse on the basket ball court at the park, join a gym together and ask him to help you tone up. He will probably be excited to be able to show off his big muscles and his knowledge of weight lifting 😉 (Ask him to walk with you on the treadmills while you are there!) Have him help you pick out healthy recipes you can make together or tweak your existing ones to make them healthier. But above all, PRAY! Another point I want to touch on, one that Stormie also mentions in this chapter is health that is out of our control. My husband has tinnitus (Tinnitus is the medical term for “hearing” noises in your ears when there is no outside source of the sounds. The noises you hear can be soft or loud. They may sound like ringing, blowing, roaring, buzzing, hissing, humming, whistling, or sizzling.) This creates big problem for my husband since he is a musician. He also has Tendinitis in his wrists (Tendinitis is inflammation, irritation, and swelling of a tendon, which is the fibrous structure that joins muscle to bone.) and it causes so much pain sometimes that my husband can’t use his hands. I pray that the Lord takes away these diseases, takes away the pain and discomfort from my sweet man, but as Stormie writes,

“Remember, however, that even though we pray and have faith, the outcome and timing are God’s decisions. He says there is ‘a time to heal’ (Ecclesiastes 3:3). If you pray for healing and nothing happens, don’t beat yourself up for it. God sometimes uses a man’s physical ailments to get his attention so He can speak to him. Keep praying, but know God’s decision is the bottom line.” (The Power Of A Praying Wife, Pages 104,105)

I understand how hard it can be to pray for healing and have God answer with a response we don’t want. I’ve been praying for healing for myself for over 11 years. God’s answer has always been “no” and it’s so difficult at times. I write this because it’s easy to give advice about praying for healing when it doesn’t intimately affect you, so I want you to know that what I write comes from a place of quiet desperation for healing, for both myself and my husband. We do our very best to take care of our bodies because we know so much of our health is due to living in a fallen world and I feel that I am responsible to doing everything I can to live as healthy as possible and keep on keepin’ on when God’s answer for healing is “no”. I am praying the Lord gives you comfort in those times when you so desperately want good health for your husbands and it just isn’t happening whether it’s due to your husband’s choices or just living in this world where sickness and disease is a sad reality. Keep praying, keep seeking the Lord, keep keepin’ on. 🙂

“Lord, I pray for Your healing touch on (husband’s name) Make every part of his body function the way you designed it to. Wherever there is anything out of balance, set it in perfect working order. Heal him of any disease, illness, injury, infirmity, or weakness. Strengthen his body to successfully endure his workload, and when he sleeps may he awake completely rested, rejuvenated and refreshed. give him a strong heart that doesn’t fail. I don’t want him to have heart failure at any time. I pray that he will have the desire to take care of his body, to eat the kind of food that brings health, to get regular exercise and avoid anything that would be harmful to him. Help him to understand that his body is Your temple and he should care for it as such (1 Corinthians 3:16). I pray that he will present it as a living sacrifice, holy and acceptable to You (Romans 12:1).” (The Power Of A Praying Wife, pages 104,105)