March Resolution



I know. March is half over. But this one took some thought. February’s resolution of getting more exercise has been a bit of a bust. It’s not that I’m not active. I have gone back to teaching at Head Start. Physical requirements of this job included being on one’s feet for long periods of time. Squatting and bending down to a child’s level. Leading (and whole-heartedly participating in) fun music and movement activities. And while we don’t generally lift our preschoolers, occasionally we get an adventurous child that finds themselves stuck on the outside of the climbing structure and in need of some assistance to reach the ground again. And just last week I was running around the playground with many of my students. This is quite a workout in itself, but when three or four (or maybe five) get a grip on the back of your coat while you’re running. Let’s just say a Biggest Loser coach could create an awesome gym using a playground and twenty preschoolers.

playground 1

So I had to decide to either continue the same resolution for March, or to create a new one. Or option three; let God tell me what the resolution will be.

We’ve not been incredibly consistent about going to church lately. Our home church is forty minutes away, and we’re often worried about the fuel to get there and to work all week. Our children are involved with a youth group and kids club at a local church, but we haven’t been going on Sundays. I have been missing the fellowship and corporate worship time at first, but didn’t realize how much until I attended a recent service. Boy #1 will be going on a mission trip this summer and we had a fundraising event after service one Sunday. After the preparations early that morning, we attended the service.

Oh, I had needed this. I just soaked up the message. I closed my eyes and listened to the voices sending up a joyful noise. And I listened to the Lord. He said “spend more time with Me.”

To say I’m a busy person is a bit of an understatement. I am married. I have five sons. I teach preschool. I have Boy Scouts. I have a Cub Scout. The boys are involved in youth group. They have band and choir and other after school activities. I am a member of a county board. I am involved with city events and planning activities. I blog. I read. I have extended family and friends I like to spend time with. And I kind of like it. I like to be busy. Actually, I’m notorious for filling my plate so full that I eventually crack. I’ve gotten better at it, but still drive poor DaddyFoster a little crazy.


And now I need to add something else in? No. I need to invite someone else in. I’ve been so busy, I’ve sort of forgotten I can do that. I stress about this and that, discuss and complain to my closest friends and husband, run here and there. I pray. Keep my family safe and healthy, thank you for my family, my husband, the meals we eat, the home we have. Yet some things I don’t think about asking for help with. We run from specialist to specialist looking for answers for our son. How often do I let the Lord in on this discussion? We stress about money, tweaking and recreating the budget over and over. Have we remembered to thank Him and ask what He wants us to do with it? I enjoy my days working with children and their families. Do I ask Him daily to let me be His hands and feet? I am a busy bee day in and day out. When is the last time I thanked Him for the person He made me to be, and for the health to keep up with everything I do?

So this is my resolution for March. Do spend more time with my Lord. To have conversations with Him, to spend more time reading His Word, to fellowship with other believers.

Praying hands on an open bible


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