Hi, my name is Connie and I’m a latte-holic. Wait let me try that again…. Hi, my name is Connie and I’m a sugar-holic! (Insert Hi Connie here)!
My weight has always been an issue, and I mean always. I can remember when I was young, hanging with my friends in the condos where I lived. They always looked smaller than me. When they could wear 2 piece bathing suits and I was stuck in the granny suit. Yep, those thoughts happen at 10 years old.
As I grew older, I found a time to rebel and wear what I wanted. I didn’t care what people thought, I was a new me and I was going to wear and act how I wanted. Many mistakes and things happened but we’re all a mess right? Ummmm (insert your NO here.) More to come on this season later.
When I woke up today, I realized my weight issue. Not every pound of it, however, the weight behind it. You see, I am a girl who has believed the lies. Every single hell grown lie about me and my life, which added weight to me in my psyche. Have you ever thought about the weight of the lies? As weight is compounded when adding force, we add more weight when we believe the lies that are thrown at us. And if that isn’t enough, we add more weight by being and acting on who we claim to be by who we see and what we believe.
I am doing a challenge with a group of women, “Grit and Grace”...
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I was talking with someone last night who I hadn't seen in a while. As we talked, I realized how many changes had transpired in my life in just two years. That being said, I would like to update you all on this crazy journey of life, evolving and ultimately, healing. I know we are all on a journey, after all, why else would we be alive? I want to share with you a bit about my journey right here.
As I sit with you all this morning, I feel compelled to begin right here, where I am presently. I sit here with many diagnoses, such as hypothyroidism, pre-diabetes, fibromyalgia, and a few more, including a disease where the color falls off the back of your iris and blocks ducts, therefore causing glaucoma in the late years.
I sit here typing and asking myself, how did I get here and where do I go from here? I am in my forties so, Lord willing, I will have time to improve these things in my life. The reality is, if we are still breathing, there is always time for something new.
Please join me on this journey to overall physical and mental health and wellness.
WELCOME TO "Just a thought..." by Connie Kovach
I am so thankful that you are joining me today. This has been a roller coaster lately. I wish I would have listened when they said to buckle my belt and keep my hands and feet inside the car at all times.
Isn't it amazing how we hear the voice of instruction, yet we fight it with all of our being? Have you ever been asked if you needed help? Almost like it was divine intervention. You reached the end of your failed rope and someone just happens to reach out to offer help and at that moment, you take a breath and answer the only way you know how..."no thanks, I got this".
Why do we do that? Why don't we listen or accept help from others. It all boils down to one word. PRIDE. Yep, that hideous ugly word that creeps through all of us. Pride says, if they help, it won't be or look the way I want it to. Pride says, you are weak if you need help. Pride says, it will take longer to explain my thoughts than it will to accomplish the task myself. What we are not thinking of is that maybe, just maybe, God has interviewed....GASP. Right? Maybe, God allowed the person to ask us to relieve us so that we can accomplish something else or maybe even rest. But pride takes over and takes control. Before we know it, we're upside down, hanging on for dear life as out feet dangle outside the cart. We fall, once again, at the feet of Jesus exhausted and overwhelmed. (This is me!)
So those rules, those comments of direction or words of experience, they do not come without meaning. We need to be as attentive to our answers as we do our prayers. We need to stop telling God how to answer. Stop giving God perimeters to work with. God knows. Just trust Him.
Welcome to my journey...
author of “Just a thought...”
Wife, mother, salon owner and writer. Those are the words to describe Connie, however, her identity is in her love for Jesus. Enjoy the way she merges biblical truth and her life experiences.
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