tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-71600200514327194712024-03-18T22:09:12.318-06:00Adventures with Team EarlyOur adventures in life, triathlon, ministry, kids, snowboarding, art, music, and FUN!Traci Earlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07185178575808092658noreply@blogger.comBlogger27125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7160020051432719471.post-19565487360897578982014-02-08T22:46:00.000-07:002014-02-08T22:46:43.127-07:00My Thankful Post<div style="font-family: Helvetica;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><b>In case you’re wondering why </b>I keep talking about food allergies...and why I always include a little bit about intolerance and the fact that it is quite different from food allergies and anaphylaxis in there too, it is largely in part to the 4 ER visits (with epinephrine administered) that we have experienced with our 4 year old daughter. </span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">I haven’t written or spoken much about our nightmare that happened just a few days before Thanksgiving because the images of that night still haunt me from time to time. </span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">We were eating dinner on the Monday before Thanksgiving. The kids were both so excited because we were going to decorate the Christmas tree and watch Home Alone, as we do every year, right after our meal. During dinner Amery got a few hives on her face which is not uncommon with food allergies. Hives happen on a weekly basis - we give Benedryl and get on with whatever it was we were doing. Of course we wondered why she had hives since there were no known allergens at the table that night. But we figured all would be well. </span></div>
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The kids decorating the tree.</div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Our house was high energy as we proceeded to decorate the tree. Everyone in good spirits as the kids giggled as we reminisced about all of our ornaments. Soon after we were finished, Amery told us that she had to throw up. “Ok,” I thought. “This is possibly a 2nd system happening here...” With food allergies and anaphylaxis we are told to administer epinephrine when any two or more systems are reacting (hives and vomiting, hives and swelling, vomiting and coughing or wheezing, etc...). Typically Amery reacts within 0-30 minutes after coming in contact with an allergen. Because a little bit of time had passed since the hives, and they had cleared up, I wasn’t 100% on what to do, so I figured we would watch her and see for a few minutes. </span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Now, she had some prior reactions to something new - we didn’t know what yet - so we had been keeping a food journal for her allergist with plans to test again soon. So I began to jot down every single ingredient in the journal in the kitchen while Amery sat on the couch. I was writing for just a few seconds then went and sat beside of her. When I looked at her, the girl who just a few minutes earlier was giggling and dancing, sat pale with her head slumped over and her eyes closed. I picked her up so she would wake up and look at me, but she wouldn’t look at me at all. Her eyes kept rolling back in her head as she would mumble “I’m... just... so... tired.” I was telling her in a “happy” voice to look at Mommy, but she just couldn’t do it. My husband and our eight year old son were also in the room. Chip (husband) had his phone in hand telling me to take her to the ER right away. However, I knew that she was fading. She was not responding and unable to keep her eyes open. I knew in my gut that I had to give her the epi pen shot right then and there. Chip ran to get me an epi pen and I proceeded to give it to Amery. Our son, still there watching all of this, later told us that when everything was happening he knelt down to pray for his sister to be ok. He is the most amazing kid. </span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">As I gave her the shot, doing everything we had been trained to do, I was crying and whispering in her ear that everything would be ok. Chip was emotional, but at this point was already calling 911 to get an ambulance. This is where is gets tricky. </span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">The 911 operator asked Chip if we wanted an ambulance or if we wanted to drive her ourselves. In the panic of that moment, we decided we could get to the hospital faster if we just left our house and drove on our own. The four of us hurried out of the house barely making it out with shoes on. Amery was still white as a ghost and not responding - which wasn’t right since the shot typically (the previous 3 times) perked her up and stopped the reaction within a minute give or take. </span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">I was multi-tasking as I talked to the 911 operator who had notified police not to stop us and told the ER to expect us, I was trying to keep talking to Amery begging her to look at me, talk to me... do something to let me know she’d be ok, and I was in constant communication with Jesus on the inside. Praying over my little one to be alright. </span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">After more meds and staying most of the night in the ER, she was ok. She was ok! Thank you, Jesus. She was ok. </span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">The images from our living room, and even more so the car ride to the ER are forever burned into my brain. They’ve woken me up at night, haunted my dreams... but I am thankful that Amery is ok. She is alive and well. Her big brother, who is so strong, watched everything and was with us in the ER the entire time, thought to pray in the midst of the chaos Chip and I were experiencing. He is so very special. </span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Food allergies and anaphylaxis are completely lame. I hate them. I want the world to know as much as possible about the true dangers of anaphylaxis so that kids like Amery can be as safe as they can. Thank you so much for taking the time to read this, and other posts. </span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">Oh, as for what caused that reaction? Carrots. Yep. A veggie she ate all the time, all of a sudden caused an anaphylactic reaction. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">IF you can say “Every time I eat yogurt __________ happens,” then chances are </span></span><i style="font-family: Helvetica; letter-spacing: 0px;">you don’t have an allergy to dairy</i><span style="font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">. </span></span><b style="font-family: Helvetica; letter-spacing: 0px;">You are likely INTOLERANT to dairy</b><span style="font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">. If you were allergic to dairy, you wouldn’t eat anything with any milk products in it - not even butter used in a baked good, or a food with </span>casein<span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"> or certain types of lactate on the label, because if you ingested ANY dairy -no matter the amount- your body would freak out, organs would potentially shut down, and</span></span><i style="font-family: Helvetica; letter-spacing: 0px;"><b> you could die within a matter of minutes without a shot of epinephrine</b></i><span style="font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">. </span></span><br />
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">IF you have Celiac Disease, or can say “Every time I eat wheat or gluten __________ happens,” <b>you do not have a gluten/wheat “allergy."</b> You have a gluten sensitivity, or intolerance. I myself suffer from migraines if I eat too much gluten, and from bad stomach cramps if I eat certain types of dairy.<i> <b>I am not allergic to gluten or dairy</b></i>. If I were allergic to either then the afore mentioned would take place and I would need a shot of epinephrine to save my life. Within minutes in most cases. <b><i>Minutes</i></b>. </span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">I am not saying this to be rude, but to raise awareness. For the sake of people like my daughter, who have LIFE THREATENING food allergies, <b>please stop calling yourself “allergic.”</b> Call it what it is - a sensitivity or intolerance. If an allergen so much as touches Amery, then she will have a reaction. Sometimes even the smell of an allergen in the air (garlic and peanuts in her case) can cause a reaction. </span></div>
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Amery being monitored (one of 4 times) in the ER after anaphylaxis and an epinephrine shot</div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">Because the waters of what a food allergy truly is have been so muddied, it is even more stressful on our family and families like ours to eat out. Servers assume right off the bat when we begin to tell them Amery has severe food allergies that she is “gluten free.” Well, no. She is not gluten free. As a matter of fact, bring on the gluten! In her long list of food allergens (milk, eggs, </span>peanuts, tree nuts, beef, garlic, avocado, green peppers, carrots and peaches) wheat and gluten are one the few things she can eat - in large quantities I might add. <span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">She is not going to get a stomach ache or other symptoms like so many of the people who claim to be </span>allergic to certain food when they come and sit at one of your tables, kind server.<span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"> If an allergen so much as goes near her food - if any sort of contamination occurs -- if you touch the ranch dressing then touch her food, or you forget to change your gloves or grab a new spoon in the kitchen, </span></span><i style="font-family: Helvetica; letter-spacing: 0px;">we will be jabbing her in the leg with the epi pen and calling an ambulance within minutes. </i><b><span style="font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">People need to know just how serious Food Allergies are. These are lives at stake</span></span><span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 0px;">. </span></b><br />
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">Because food allergy and anaphylactic families need servers, restaurant owners, caregivers and everyone else who may be around our food allergy kids to <b><i>be aware of how severe food allergies</i></b>, <b><i>not intolerances and sensitivities, truly are, PLEASE, in a world where almost everyone has a certain dietary restriction, stop lumping those restrictions with food allergies. </i></b></span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">I</span><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"> </span><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">am </span><b style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><i>over </i></b><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">seeing tweets and blogs from “church leaders” that leave readers feeling discouraged. They talk down to us with lists that scream “pray like this,” “read like this,” “worship like this,” "serve like this,"... </span><b style="letter-spacing: 0px;">OR ELSE</b><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">... you’ll <i>never</i> have true passion, you’ll <i>never</i> have victory, you’ll <i>never</i> overcome, you’ll <i>never</i> experience God’s love, you'll <i>never</i> be free, you’ll <i>never</i> walk out the plan God created you live... you’ll never be ___________ enough.</span><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"> </span></div>
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I am thankful that the church where we are on staff doesn't teach this way. If I had to listen to this arrogant teaching from a pulpit every week, I would probably be in a permanent state of depression. My guess is that many of the people sitting under leadership like this don't realize that what they are being told isn't right. Perhaps church goers leave Sunday morning feeling challenged, and even excited to try to amp-up their spiritual walk. Maybe they commit to read their Bible more, pray more, spend more time in worship (which, our lives <i>are</i> worship, but that is a different blog), in order to experience the financial freedom... the healing… the victory... the "breakthrough"…. they have so desperately needed. </div>
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One of two or three things will happen over time when this mindset is set into play (I have been in each of these situations).</div>
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<b>1. Burn out. You pray. You seek. You worship. You read. But the answer you were looking for doesn't come, so you get discouraged, and figure you are meant to live the way things were. *sigh*</b></div>
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<b>2. You quit. Too many things to do, too little time. How can I ever measure up to what they've told me to do? I can't. I give up. </b></div>
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All of those things (prayer, worship, reading our Bibles, serving, etc) are great. We <i>should</i> do them more, but we should do them out of the simplicity of love. We love God, therefore we… serve, worship, pray, read the Bible. Doing these things <i>will</i> cause growth in our spiritual lives and our love for God and for others will undoubtedly deepen. </div>
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My issue is not with leaders telling their congregants to do these things.</div>
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<span style="font-size: large; font-weight: bold;">The issue is telling people that they will never measure up or experience God in certain ways <i>unless</i> they do this or that, is not only bad theology, it is plain mean!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica;">The thing is, God is so tender and so loving and so amazing in every way imaginable. He</span><i style="font-family: Helvetica;"> is</i><span style="font-family: Helvetica;"> love. He keeps no record of wrongs. He is our loving father and would never take something good from his kids, or deny us something good because, </span><i><span style="font-family: Helvetica;">well, you just didn't 'pray through', so I'm sorry but you can never have victory. Um, you didn't worship hard enough the other day - you were sort of tired, so I'm sorry - you can't overcome your circumstances. I know you have a job and kids to look after, but you really aren't spending enough time in the trenches engaging in spiritual warfare, so…. you can't be free. SorryNotSorry. </span></i></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica;">Really? Really?! Does that sound like the God you love and serve? </span></div>
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So, hopefully, if you haven't already, you can find yourself in this third category of people. </div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Helvetica;">3. Revelation. You wise up and realize that it is not about <i>how, what, when, where, why. </i>It's not about </span></b><span style="font-family: Helvetica;"><b>anything at all that <i>we</i> do. </b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica;">The simple truth that you are alive and have been born into God automatically makes you everything he says you are. </span></div>
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Now you are singing along with Aretha. You're welcome. Working with teenagers and young adults is one of my all time favorite things to do. My husband and I are honored to be able to impact young lives on a daily basis. I continue to learn from them and love how they are constantly emerging into the young men and women they were created to be.</div>
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However, I am starting to feel as though I have somewhat failed young people in a few areas. One of them being the habit of <i>Respect</i>. Not very long ago, when I was growing up, respect and knowing the proper way to address and respond to others were very important. We even attended etiquette classes that reenforced what we were learning in our homes - the right way, and the wrong way, to act. Social media perhaps has jaded the rising generations in that they are less afraid of being perceived as "rude" because they are behind the safety of a computer or phone screen. Things are said over text and social media that may never be said to someone's face. Or sadly, perhaps they would? </div>
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<b>There is a sense of entitlement </b>within rising generations unlike anything I have ever seen. It says. <b>Because I exist, I deserve... your respect, whatever job I want, to be lazy, to speak my mind without caring about consequences... </b>and so on. </div>
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How we <i style="font-weight: bold;">respond</i> to others speaks volumes about our character. Whether it be peers, leaders, friends...whatever, <b><u>it is important to know that the <i>attitude</i> with which respond to others, will certainly effect the way people see us and the responsibilities/positions they are willing to entrust us with.</u></b></div>
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If I am called into a meeting with a supervisor and am told that I need improvement in a certain area, or they offer guidance in how they believe I should conduct myself because I represent their company (whether I agree or not is another story entirely) and instead of heeding their advice, I list off what I believe to be wrong with what they've said, telling my supervisor that I essentially don't care what they say, or the impact my actions and words have on others, because I am going to do and say what I like... <i style="font-weight: bold;">Guess what will happen???? </i>My disrespectful attitude and <i style="font-weight: bold;">response</i> is gonna get my tail fired. </div>
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I am doing more triathlons FOR SURE....Traci Earlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07185178575808092658noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7160020051432719471.post-72798842779903842022013-08-20T14:46:00.001-06:002013-08-20T14:46:44.234-06:00Just What I Needed<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Not something one likes to think about doing when you are married to a Training Plan and Race Day is quickly approaching. The scrapes and bruises received from my minor bike crash were nothing compared to the pain the only increased in my ribs and shoulder as days went by. I wondered if a rib was broken because at one certain spot it would take my breath away if I barely touched my chest. It hurt to take deep breaths, it hurt to ride my bike, it hurt to run, and it <i style="font-weight: bold;">really hurt </i>to swim.<br />
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I took one bike ride off to rest, one run, and about 2-3 swim sessions. This made me so nervous since my training plan has me beginning to taper (back off training as Race Day approaches in order to have a well rested body and mind) and the swim is the majority of my training as of now. Saturday came and I decided it was time for a long swim. My previous swims were about 850m (32 laps), and on Saturday I felt SO good that I went for 1,050m (42 laps). I could have gone for more, but I wanted to get outside to hang with my kids! Rest was just what I needed. Last night I swam 900m and went for a 2mi run afterwards and felt strong the whole way through.<br />
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Traci Earlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07185178575808092658noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7160020051432719471.post-18301632664196246982013-08-06T08:34:00.001-06:002013-08-06T08:34:08.763-06:00Digging DeepA really quick update because I'm feeling frustrated this morning...<br />
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Woke up early for an 18 mile bike ride only to realize that my gear shift and handle bars are messed up on the right side. This is from a silly little crash I had on Saturday after Chip and I did a 21 mile ride up to and around the Chatfield Reservoir. I had a great ride - even did my first open road cycling - and as we were pulling up to the Xterra, I was reminding myself to gear down, completely forgetting to unclip my feet from the pedals. I was braking and all of a sudden I was stopped. With BOTH feet still locked into the pedals. It felt like slow motion... I just toppled over on my right side. I got a little bruised up, but couldn't stop laughing at myself! :) SO.... that little mishap created a problem for me this morning. Hopefully it is an easy fix!<br />
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Upon realizing the bike ride wasn't going to work out, I ran inside and changed my shorts and shoes for a run. I don't know if it was because my mind was prepared for a bike ride or what, but mentally it was really hard for me today. I walked for almost 2 minutes to warm up and refocus then began my run. Time was crunched because of all the time I spent messing with my bike (I had to be home in time for Chip to make it to work on time), so I decided on running my go-to 2 mile loop when I have less than 30 minutes to spend on a run.<br />
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Usually, I knock out my two mile loop with no problems. Today was different. It was as if I couldn't dig deep enough to motivate myself through it. I'm so sore. I'm tired. I have scrapes and bruises all over my arms and legs. I have this spot below my collar bone that hurts when I do simple movements like pull back my shoulders, or straighten my back. Today was hard. It didn't go as planned. It threw me off. <u style="font-weight: bold;">It was a good lesson. </u><br />
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I have to roll with training, racing, LIFE... when it doesn't go as planned. By nature I am pretty laid back and go with the flow easily. We love being spontaneous in my house. We aren't ones to plan too much because we love to be flexible. In life, I know that things rarely go as planned and am prepared for that. In training, however, I've been married to this "Training Plan" and my brain didn't know what to do this morning when I had to do a quick change up. I have a picture in my mind how each day's training sessions will go from what route I will take, the time it will take me to do so, the sets, the reps, the rests... you get it. I have a similar picture in my head for race day, which is coming soon. I think today helped me to realize that I need to prepare for anything. That even when I am tired and sore, I have to get my mental game on track to dig deep and pull out whatever it takes to finish strong.<br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">I have been at this for 10 weeks now!</span></b><br />
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Ten weeks ago I cranked out a VERY SLOW 7 mile bike ride for my first week. A lot of coasting was involved and I wasn't too worried about my times. Or hills. This week I am up to 20 miles and I am faster than I have ever been. I just purchased my first cycling shoes and pedals two days ago, so today I will ride with them for the first time. I will let you know if I fall (praying I don't) and how much time I shave off my ride. Because I WILL shave off time. :)<br />
**Friday night we went to Boulder and scoped out my race course for the first time. Good thing we did because those hills are rolling. Lots of long hill climbs. Now, I have done some rides with hills, but it has not been my focus. I came back realizing <b><u>I have 4 weeks to become a beast on some hills.</u></b> So that is my focus now - hills. Lots of them. Every time I ride I will be going after hills. And when I finish, I will turn around and ride up them again so that I can better my times and become comfortable on them.<br />
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My first week it was all I could do to run for 10 minutes without wanting to stop and walk. My 20 minute runs were very difficult and spent doing intervals of walking and running because I was so out of breath. I was also dependent on my music to keep me on pace. Currently, I can run for 40+ minutes without even stopping to walk with NO music. I have been running with just me and my thoughts... and the gorgeous scenery on the paths around my house. I can hear myself panting for breath, but I run at 6000 ft above sea level, so that has something to do with it (right????!!! haha), but something is very calming about running unplugged I have found. I find myself talking with God about different things, or focusing on a particular song, and sometimes I am simply counting my steps or focusing on my arms when I am tired. Its nice. Its quiet.<br />
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So, you can see that the training is paying off. I am still training at 6 days/week right now with one day of recovery and rest, but I will taper down to 5 days/week next week and just stack on more miles and harder sessions on my training days. I am just following my plan. It calls for this so that my body is recovered nicely on race day (August 31st).<br />
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I am seeing results all over place and though it is still super tough while training, every session when I finish leaves me smiling. I am surprising myself and hope to continue to do so daily. I started out just wanting to finish this triathlon, but now I want to finish... in 2.5 hours or less. <b>Can I do it? We will see. But one thing is certain, I am going to put in the work and try my hardest to do so!</b><br />
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<b><u><span style="font-size: large;">If you didn't know, I am raising money for Orphans in Haiti as I race.</span></u></b> Through <a href="https://www.flatironsevents.com/members/fundraising?id=11307#.UfFYOhaffu0">Heartwork</a> on my "Your Cause Sports" page (Click the Heartwork link to donate) you can help me. Every $100 will feed 6500 meals to orphans. Please consider helping. $5 will go a long way!<br />
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Instead of a progress report, I am going to hit it a little more emotionally because there is a lot of emotions wrapped up in what I am doing. While I am training, it is hard - really hard at times. I feel like a can't breathe when I run, my arms and legs get tired and I start to suck in water when I swim, and on the bike I have to constantly remind myself to not give in to the pain in my quads - push through it!<br />
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This week has been more emotionally draining than others - theres a lot going on - for one, Chip is out of town. I've realized he is such a strength for me even through this training - I pull from him when I'm tired and feel like I can't do it on my own - I know he is rooting for me.<br />
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The second reason is it is HOT. Colorado is experiencing record breaking heat this week, so it is really hard to stay motivated through trainings when its 90 degrees by 9:00am. Sweat pouring, the sun beating down, cotton from the cottonwood trees flying everywhere - sticking to your face, strong winds blowing HOT air swallowing you up as you try to catch your breath... not my favorite things. But it is what it is. I keep telling myself "This will only make you stronger..."<br />
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An amazing friend (Missy!!!) is watching the kids while I train this week and I am SO thankful for her. I was so nervous for Chip to be gone - afraid that if I didn't get to train I would revert on the progress I have made, so she is truly saving me this week.<br />
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- I feel <b>strong</b>. My legs, my abs, my arms, and my mind are all getting stronger by the day. I feel those muscles growing, and I experience my mind becoming stronger than my circumstance with each new day of training - <b>I can do this. I can push through. </b></div>
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- I feel <b>young</b>. Ok, so I am almost 32... not "old" by any means, but I am starting to feel like a younger version of myself. My body is getting back into shape - and will soon be in better shape than ever as my stamina and endurance continues to grow and reach new levels in this sport. I've never been a distance athlete. In swim team and in soccer it was all about the sprint. Building my endurance, although very hard and tiring, is making me feel better than I have in a very long time. </div>
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- I am able to <b>give</b>. Being a stay at home mom can be one the more tiring and draining professions in this life. You are constantly giving and never getting anything for yourself. By the end of most days, I would feel totally spent - like my tank was on empty. Now I have energy at the end of the - because that is when I normally train, because my mind is healthier, and because exercise is just GOOD for me! Good forYOU! Good for the people I love! Sure, my body feels tired here and there, but I am finding that after almost a month, I am adjusting to the 5 days a week training schedule. Next week begins 6 days a week.... that will take a little bit of time to adjust again, I am sure. But I know I can do it!</div>
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- I am <b>seeing results. </b>Now, I am thin. I know that. I have, except for when I was pregnant with my children, been the exact same size as I was in high school...still shop at the same stores and buy the same size jeans. I thank my parents and grandparents for this, because God knows I haven't done my part to maintain. My goal in doing this is NOT to lose weight. I don't need to. However, <b>I do want to be strong. </b>I want to have some muscle definition and to be tone all around. I want to look like an athlete - I see those women a lot around here - you look at them and just know they could crank out a marathon or 50 mile bike ride right then and there. It isn't that I am comparing myself to those women, because I am not, but I know based on how they look that they are endurance athletes. The hours they put in on the bike and running, even swimming, show. They're not only strong on the outside, but they are strong inside as well - you cannot be an endurance athlete and be of weak mind. It pushes you both physically and mentally. Endurance athletes are over-comers. That is what I want... <b>I want to feel that strength both inside and out. </b></div>
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<br />Traci Earlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07185178575808092658noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7160020051432719471.post-31876218245239858732013-06-02T21:18:00.001-06:002013-06-02T21:18:54.617-06:00TRI Training Week 2<span style="font-size: large;"><b>This week was a bit harder than last...</b></span><br />
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I experienced a LOT of muscle soreness this week. Namely in my hamstrings. I've had to stretch everyday, and then stretch some more... and some more. I've even woken up in the middle of the night with sore, tight hamstrings to have to get out of bed and stretch. Eek! My hamstrings tend to me pretty tight anyway, so add on this new muscle growth - oweeee!!!<br />
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The good news is, when I am training I don't feel any soreness. The pain usually sets in at night or on my off days. Of course, soreness = muscle growth.<br />
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<b>Stretching is at the top of my list </b>so I don't injure myself. Even when I feel like curling into a ball on the couch and fading into a deep sleep. :)<br />
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Here is my week... (I know this is boring stuff, but I am hoping to use it as a personal progress gauge.)<br />
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<b>Monday - </b> I swam 200 meters in the indoor pool while Chip and the kids took part in the Memorial Day festivities at the outdoor pool. It wasn't terrible, but I was pretty winded. The best part (being sarcastic) about this tough swim was that it wasn't actually 200m. I came to find out later in the week that the pool is 10m shorter than I was originally told. Yeah. That kind of stinks.<br />
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<b>Tuesday - </b>I went on an 8 mile bike ride going South from the bike trails behind our house. The entire way there was CRAZY windy (Parker, the town where I live, is very windy. We sit at 5900+ ft elevation and we experience a LOT of strong wind.) and uphill, so I was struggling to get to my destination, but I MADE IT! As soon as I could see the turn around spot, I was thrilled. The way home the wind was at my back and it was mostly downhill so I felt like a beast having my fastest overall speed ever - shaving off an entire minute from the last time I rode. The downside of this ride was the sideways slithering snake making his way across the path as I approached. I couldn't tell if it was a stick or a snake until it was almost too late. I missed his tail by a few inches and squealed like a little girl. I still get heebie jeebies thinking about that thing. I am not a fan of snakes. Poisonous, harmless, friendly, whatever...they are all the devil.<br />
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<b>Wednesday </b>was an off day and for the first time since starting this thing I was limping around like and old woman because my legs were so sore.<br />
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This was also Asher's last day of second grade and Amery was sick with a fever and nasty cough so we spent the first half of the day at the doctor's office getting treatment for Am and the second part at Asher's school celebrating the coolest kid in the school. :)<br />
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<b>Thursday - </b>This was a difficult day. It was pretty chilly outside by the time I was able to get to the pool and swim laps. I swam in the outdoor pool because the indoor one was full of little kids doing lessons. I swam an actual 200m this time and it was hard! I kept at it and as soon as I finished I did a VERY quick change into my running gear and started a run. The run lasted for about 5 minutes when I could no longer feel my legs. I did intervals until I hit the 20 minute mark, did some cool down and went home to crash. **Chip was awesome and grilled some mahi-mahi and veggies for me to come home to** YUM!<br />
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<b>Friday - </b>Off Day. Praise the Lamb! ;)<br />
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<b>Saturday - </b>The hardest run I have done yet. I was so sore and unmotivated - it was in all honesty the LAST thing I felt like doing. I had a lot of trouble breathing - I kept telling myself to breathe from my diaphragm and keep away from the shallow chest breaths my body wanted to revert to. Thinking about that helped a lot. I just kept pushing and pushing and my 90s hip hop station on Pandora was once again the motivation when I had none. Its really amazing what a great beat will do to get you moving!<br />
After I got back to my house and collapsed on my driveway, I checked my stats to find <b>it was my fastest run yet! </b>That was so encouraging after such a hard workout.<br />
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<b>Sunday - </b>Today I did 10.72 miles on the bike with a climb of 402ft with headwind and hills my WHOLE WAY HOME and I made record time! Longest distance, fastest pace... you know what that means? <b>I am getting stronger! </b><br />
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Although I am still scared out of my mind for the actual race and wonder if I will truly be prepared, but little successes like that seem worth it. The fact that I can physically feel myself getting stronger on the bike is encouraging. I will take it!<br />
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This week I learned that even when I don't <i>feel </i>like training, it is worth it in the end. My best run happened to be my hardest run.<br />
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I suppose this spills over into most area of life... How much do we miss out on spiritually, relationally, physically, and mentally because we live by how we <i>feel </i>instead of what we <i>know</i>? Our feelings are flighty and change on a whim, but knowledge and truth - those are steady and unchanging.<br />
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..."I don't <i>feel </i>like training but I <i>know </i>I have to finish a race in August and training is the only way I can do that."<br />
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What feelings or emotions try to get you down or keep you from doing what you know you should?<br />
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P.S. I didn't proofread this because I <i>feel </i>too tired, even though I <i>know</i> I should have. ;)Traci Earlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07185178575808092658noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7160020051432719471.post-7446454621815654972013-05-26T17:23:00.000-06:002013-05-26T17:23:33.382-06:00TRI Training Week 1<span style="font-size: large;"><b>My first week of triathlon training is officially OVER!</b></span><br />
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I logged right at 20 miles between the bike and running this week and started my swim training by swimming 200m (8 laps in the indoor pool at our rec center).<br />
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I'll start with my run on Monday. It was rough. I was sucking wind. Although I've lived in Colorado for almost 7 years, I am going to blame it in part on the altitude. It can be a little harder to get deep breaths when your house is at 5900 ft elevation. I always remember when I lived in North Carolina and Florida and would get on the treadmill (because its MUCH too hot and humid to run outside) and just run and run and run some more. I never felt winded like I do when I run here in Colorado. The <b>only </b>thing that got me through my run was the 90s hip-hop station on Pandora. The beats were just what I needed and each song was a total throwback to my high school days...and knowing pretty much every word helps. Yeah...<br />
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Tuesday I had to bike 7 miles. I went 7.55 and I was pulling Amery behind me in the trailer. We had to stop a few times - once when she was SCREAMING about a bee being in there with her. It was a little fruit fly. Everything is a bee when you're 3. Then she needed help with her water, etc, etc... you get the point. Not optimal as far as time goes, but it was a lot harder on my legs, especially on hills, with her behind me. I felt like I could have gone further, but the training plan I am on strongly suggests sticking to plan so you don't overwork your body and are ready for the next day's workout.<br />
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Wednesday is my off day and will be for the entire training plan. (Yay for off days!)<br />
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Thursday was my swim. I was most nervous about the swim because it'd been so long since I'd done it. To my surprise, it was the easiest of all my "first" workouts (I guess the bike doesn't really count since I'd been going on rides on the weekends prior to official training). Everything seemed to come back to me pretty quickly from my swim team days - my stroke, kick and my breathing rhythm all need some help. Years of voice lessons and being a singer help with the breathing - much of the focus in proper singing technique is breathing from your diaphragm and controlling your breath. Telling my body to breathe properly when exercising... a little more of a challenge. I'm workin' on it. ;)<br />
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Friday was another off day. The training plan starts off pretty slow to help avoid muscle injury early on. Each week I will increase my activity. I will talk about that in a minute.<br />
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Yesterday, I ran again. This run was MUCH better than the first, but still hard. The breathing is still the hardest part. I kept telling myself to focus on good, deep breaths from my diaphragm and not my chest - which is what people tend to do when exercising. We tend to raise our shoulders up into our necks, tense up, and take shallow breaths from our chest. This is not good. So I kept trying to be sure my shoulders were nice and relaxed and that I was breathing properly. It was still tough, but this helped. And of course, Slick Rick, Mase, and Biggie helped me out.<br />
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Today after we got home from church and ate lunch we loaded the kids in the trailer (Asher is way too big, but he came along) and headed south on the trails. I love that you can ride a paved trail to and from pretty much anywhere in and around Denver. It was overcast and windy and we hoped it wouldn't rain, but if the weather is crummy on August 31st, the race is still on. Chip pulled the kids like a beast and trying to pace with him shaved off 2 minutes per mile from my previous time! I still have difficulty with not wanting to brake coming downhill and around tight turns, but its getting better. I am going to invest in some cleats soon so that will help optimize activity once I get used to them. We did right at 8 miles and I felt pretty good when we got home. :)<br />
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Week One - COMPLETE.<br />
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Tomorrow starts some back to back workouts - Run 20 min followed immediately by a 200m swim. That should be interesting. I will tell you all about it after I finish out Week 2.<br />
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<b>What have I learned this week? </b><br />
Although the journey ahead is a long one, when I focus on just one day at a time, it is doable. Seeing my plan even for the end of next week seems difficult right now, and it will be hard work when I get to it I'm sure, but taking it day by day instead of focusing on the mountain in the distance is HUGE. I think that can be applied to most any area of our lives. Life is a journey. Our relationship with God is a journey. If we focus on today, the big picture doesn't seem so intimidating.<br />
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<b>What is happening in your life right now that seems extremely difficult when you try looking too far down the road?</b><br />
<br />Traci Earlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07185178575808092658noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7160020051432719471.post-72446461966976183102013-05-20T10:25:00.001-06:002013-05-20T10:25:30.324-06:00Why Tri?<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Well, it is official. I registered for my very first triathlon in Boulder, CO on 8/31. It is a sprint distance, so I will swim a half mile in the Boulder Reservoir, hop on my bike for a 17.3 mile bike ride over some hills, and end it with a 5k. If all goes well, it shouldn't take too long to complete. But, whether or not everything goes well is resting (for the most part) on my shoulders. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b>So, Why Tri?</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">A few different reasons...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">1. Asher's teacher this year is an Ironman. Yes, she has raced in FULL Ironman races (140 miles between swim/bike/run in one day). Talking to her one day stirred something inside of me. I started researching and wondering what it would be like to one day be able to do an Ironman (a half - 70.3 miles). She told me I should try to do a Sprint Triathlon this summer - so I am. Easy enough, right? Err.... </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">2. I need goals. As far as exercise goes, although I like to ride my bike, unless I am working towards a goal, I will not be consistent. I want to be consistent. I need the carrots dangling in front of me. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">3. My kids. They LOVED it when I did the 5k last year. I think it inspires them to see mom and dad active and setting big goals for themselves. I want them to see through me that they can anything they set their minds to. No matter what your age or ability is - you CAN achieve any goal. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">4. I found a triathlon that will allow me to raise money for a cause. My cause will be Heartwork - You can read about them in a previous post. Everything I raise will go to help feed orphans around the world. You can view my fundraising page here <a href="https://www.flatironsevents.com/members/fundraising?id=11307">Traci Early Sprint Tri</a> </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Because if I attempted to do a sprint tri this weekend, I would fail. <b><i>Miserably</i></b>. Last weekend I logged 17 miles on my bike - over the course of two days- 10 miles Saturday and 7 on Sunday. I am still getting the feel for my road bike, as well as trying to get comfortable riding around other cyclists on bike paths. I get a little freaked out when a group of cyclists come towards me or come up behind me quickly saying "on your left". My first reaction is to pull my brake and slow down, and tell myself NOT to swerve. Sounds easy enough, but for me it isn't. <u><i><b>Yet</b></i></u>. There's also the whole taking a drink of water while you ride. And whats the deal with turning/leaning into those hard turns? Yeah... got some work ahead of me. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The 5k should be the easiest part, SHOULD being key, except for the fact I will have to run it with bricks for legs by this point in the race. I ran a 5k last year and had a lot of fun. So much fun that I decided to always stay "5k ready" after the race so I could sign up for more of them. I didn't do it. Summer happened, then school started back up, and here I am. Not 5k ready almost a year later. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">But first, before the bike or the run, is the open water swim. Having grown up on the coast spending many, many days in the Atlantic ocean, having a pool in my backyard growing up, being on swim team, and being part fish... open water swims do not scare me. However, open water swims with people who are freaked out by open water swims and are potentially grabbing onto me while I'm in the water DO scare me a little. You know how as you get older your brain fully recalls how to perform a task that you did often when you were younger, such as flips on a trampoline or a roundoff? Age is a funny thing in that regard - our minds know the drill and tells our body what to do, but the old body just can't perform. This is me with swimming. In my mind, I am still able to swim a 400m free with ease (the tri is 750m), so I don't have far to go... <i>in my mind</i>. Reality is that I am going to struggle BIG TIME to swim my 200m in training this week.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It is also the thing that scares me the most. I have a VERY strict training plan that I have to be diligent with and stick to in order to complete the race in August. How well I stick to the plan rests on me, not anyone else. It is going to mean early mornings - of which I am NOT a fan, and when I feel like sitting around and hanging out some evenings, I will have to make the choice to train each day. The last thing I want to do is get to the race in August and not be prepared. I know that even if I do this training plan to the best of my ability, it will be just enough to get me across the finish line as the terrain there is much different than the terrain and trails around my house. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It is all on me. Will I do it? I better...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">You can follow my training journey here. I will blog about it each week and talk about progress and setbacks... and probably learn quite a bit about myself along the way. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Have you ever set out to something that terrified you? How did you feel after you completed the task?</span><br />
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Traci Earlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07185178575808092658noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7160020051432719471.post-70171890020004250422013-04-08T09:57:00.003-06:002013-04-08T09:57:51.392-06:00Pure and Genuine Religion<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /><br /><b><span style="font-size: large;">"Pure and genuine religion in the sight of God the Father means caring for orphans and widows in their distress and refusing to let the world corrupt you." James 1:27</span></b><br /><br /><br />That pretty much sums it up. God wants us to take care of the orphans and the widows. This is the heart of the Father. We have taken on a challenge for one month with our students to raise $1000 in the next 30 days. That amount will feed 6500 meals to orphans in Haiti. <br /><br /><br /><b><span style="font-size: large;">There are 163,000,000 Orphans Around the World Today</span></b><br /><br /><br /><b>163 MILLION children!</b> That is insane to me. There are certain things in life that I cannot ignore and just walk on, not doing everything I can to change it. This is especially true when my Heavenly Father has instructed me to do something. <br /><br />Today there are 163,000,000 Orphans... many due to circumstances beyond anyone's control. Many children are having to sell themselves as prostitutes in order to buy food and provide basic needs for themselves and their siblings. They have been abandoned by parents because of death, poverty, and by choice in some cases. Nobody is tucking them in at night. Many don't even have a bed to sleep on. Nobody is praying over them and kissing their foreheads. Nobody is hugging them and telling them how incredibly special and beautiful they are. They are hungry. They are naked. They are scared. <b>They need us. </b><br /><br /><br /><b><span style="font-size: large;">For the price of TWO Starbucks froo-froo drinks, you can feed 65 children! </span></b><br /><br /><br /><b>What are you willing to give to change this epidemic this month? </b>My 7 year old son is giving his Christmas money that he's been saving up for a toy. His heart is amazing and I am blessed to be his mom - he challenges me. <br /><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Join our challenge of $1000 in 30 Days</b></span><br /><br />Visit the website below: <br /><br /><a href="http://www.heartwork.tv/index.php/project-details?projectid=2341">http://www.heartwork.tv/index.php/project-details?projectid=2341</a><br /><br /><br />"But the king replied to Araunah, “No, I insist on buying it, for <b>I will not present burnt offerings to the Lord my God that have cost me nothing</b>.” 2 Samuel 24:24<br /><br /> I want to always be a giver. I want my children to be givers. I will not give that which cost me nothing. I will not let myself or my children be a product of the culture of "Self". </span><div>
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Traci Earlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07185178575808092658noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7160020051432719471.post-60341080764693222052013-03-21T10:56:00.000-06:002013-03-21T10:56:08.548-06:00Learning to Live as a Daughter<b><span style="font-size: large;">Ruts. </span></b><br />
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We all have them. They sneak up on us from behind, clinging to our backs, pushing us down until we are lying helpless on the floor. Ok, so maybe that is a little dramatic, but I sure have felt that way before. Like there is no way out. The energy I need to complete my tasks just isn't there to pull from, so there I am, on my own and lacking the will to do what I should. Cleaning house and doing laundry ruts happen often for me. I get into ruts with my writing - I am in one now, hence the reason for this post. Relationships suffer. My husband gets the leftovers when he should be getting my best. Even worse, I find that when I am in a rut, my spiritual life takes a back seat to everything and nothing.<br />
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When I am feeling down and the stresses of my life seem to weigh heavy, the last thing I want to do in all honesty is take time out to pray and read my Bible. That may not be what you'd expect to hear from a pastor's wife, but it is the truth. I have had many days, especially lately, where I just don't <i>feel</i> like praying or journaling. I had a day not too long ago when I was going to write in my prayer journal only to see that the previous entry was the <b>exact</b> same prayer I had in my heart to pray that day. Turns out I have a lot of entries over the course of the past year or two that bear resemblance. On this particular day, instead of trying to see the silver lining, in true rut-fashion, I got angry and decided that I wasn't going to pray. God had heard my request time and time again, and I was tired of talking to him about it. I know, this sounds extremely mature, but it was how I felt.<br />
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Something I am learning is that God wants me to be honest with him. Even if I am upset, or feeling down - he already knows what is going on inside of me, so I may as well open myself up to having those conversations with him. When I don't understand why the prayers in my prayer journal have yet to be answered, it is ok for me to express that to him. If I am feeling blue or am down for one reason or another, I don't have to pretend everything is ok for him. He knows me - every part. Being real and honest in my relationship with God will only deepen it.<br />
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Growing up I developed the mentality that everything had to be right and when I went before God, I needed to have on a good face - I would feel guilty when I experienced depressed days, or if I started to question anything about what he was doing, or not, in my life at the time. My relationship with God was driven mainly by guilt and fear. He doesn't want that at all. <b>He has called me his daughter</b>. As a daughter, I know that I can go to my father on good and bad days and let him see me as I am, not as I pretend to be, and still experience his love, goodness, grace, and kindness towards me. He desires my honesty and is ok when I question or get upset. He wants to teach me things through those times that I otherwise wouldn't be able to learn.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>I want to lose the masks.</b></span><br />
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I don't want to wear a mask in front of anyone, especially not my Father. I don't need a mask because he loves me <i>just the way I am!</i> He is the one who created me, after all. It is a process - both church culture and the culture we enter as soon as we start school is full of people-pleasing that results in a bunch of mask-wearing men and women walking around.<br />
I saw a tweet Donald Miller sent out this week that went like this <i>"The fear of 'being yourself' is akin to people pleasing </i>(and in my twisted way, pleasing God)<i>. Don't worry about it. Jesus won't be asking a jury to chime in."</i><br />
Those words were pleasing to me. God created me. He loves me and knows me better than anyone else ever could. He loves me through my ruts, as well as the most productive and happy times of my life.<br />
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What would our churches look like if we all began to live real life in front of each other? No masks. No fake smiles. Just the <i>family</i> of God that we are, coming together to worship and do life.<br />
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<br />Traci Earlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07185178575808092658noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7160020051432719471.post-8682717013727309372013-02-28T10:03:00.002-07:002013-02-28T10:03:50.139-07:00Becoming and Advocate<b>Sometimes you see and injustice and it strikes such passion you cannot escape it.</b><br />
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There are some injustices in life that strike a passion within us and bring us to action. For me, human trafficking is a big one. In Colorado we are working with Sarah's Home (check out www.rmdc.org for more details) which be one a very few places in the country that will house and help bring restoration to young women rescued out of human trafficking.<br />
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Another injustice that struck passion inside of me was Project Prevention at the LA Dream Center (www.dreamcenter.org) when we were there last summer. Project Prevention works alongside the state of California with open cases to help families at risk of losing their children to the foster system due to extreme cases of poverty, regardless of the fact they with a parent or parents who love them, to meet basic needs so that those children are able to stay with their families. As a mother, this was so amazing for me to see. In America the average family is a mere two paychecks away from being homeless. Facing the fact that your children could be taken from you due to impoverished situations beyond your control is heart breaking. The Dream Center has prevented this from happening in so many families and even saved the state of CA hundreds of thousands of dollars, which is amazing and continues to open doors for this to continue.<br />
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<b>Other times, it is your own circumstances that cause you to do something.</b><br />
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If you read back to the blog I posted at the end of 2012, you will read about our daughter's struggle with life threatening food allergies. Two nights ago was our second time taking her to the emergency room and having to administer a shot of epinephrine to save her life. Tuesday night I gave her some "safe" chocolate and after a few bites, she (a very bright 3 year old) began to cry saying, "Mommy, I can't eat these!". She began coughing and hives began to pop up on her face and ears immediately. Turns out the way the chocolate was packaged was how the exposure happened. They were contaminated with peanuts and tree nuts, and who knows what else on her long list on known allergens. Those trace amounts caused a reaction that could have taken her life had we not acted. I read about everyone on their gun control soapboxes and screaming about the fact that "guns are killing our children" (forgetting to mention the almost 500,000 babies that were killed in utero via abortions last year alone, but I digress).<br />
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<b>My child can die from food. </b><br />
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Peanuts. Tree nuts. Eggs. Milk. Beef. Garlic.<br />
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Any of the above, even in trace amounts, can take her life. I realize from experience that unless you have a child with life threatening food allergies in your family, often times you are naive to how seriously fatal food can be. Even though the exposure the other night was under our care, when I was in the hospital waiting while they monitored her until 1:00am, I began to think, "If we (her father and I) don't, who will?" It is our responsibility to spread awareness to everyone we can about the severity of life threatening food allergies and how to prevent exposures, and how to act should you see someone having an anaphylactic reaction to food.<br />
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What are some things that you wish you knew about food allergies?<br />
What are some things you would like to share with others about food allergies?Traci Earlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07185178575808092658noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7160020051432719471.post-87128915920535596502013-02-25T11:05:00.000-07:002013-02-25T11:05:51.667-07:00I Wanna be a Rockstar Mommy<br />
Some days I am so on. Waking up feeling refreshed, making sure breakfast is made and lunches are packed. Through the chaos of getting out of the door on time, I don't freak out. Not even once. I even had time to shower and get dressed before we leave.<br />
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Most days I am so off. Hearing the alarm but wishing I could have thirty more minutes, throwing together some cereal and OJ after the kids have been up for who knows how long making messes in their rooms, packing lunches in between sips of coffee, rushing to get everyone, except for myself, ready. Making the school drop off with hair thrown back, glasses on, wearing sweatpants and Uggs. Yeah, this is more like my normal.<br />
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I wish so much that I had it all together...the way so many of my friends seem to do from the outside looking in. Always feeling like I am on top of my mommy and housewife game instead of feeling like there is constant catching up, without actually ever catching up, happening in my life. I wish that I felt like cooking every meal. I wish that I kept my home cleaner. I wish I were a rockstar mommy.<br />
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I know you're out there - the perfect housewife and mom who always looks her best, the kids are so on schedule, the house is always clean. I would love to be you. But I am not. I like to sleep as long as possible in the morning. I am creative and scattered and things may look a little cluttered from time to time. I am not a fan of house work, and most days my home reflects this. Although I don't mind cooking, most days I am just throwing something together based on the ingredients found in the pantry, because I definitely did not do any meal planning. I daydream, I watch movies with my kids, we sing and color and play all day long when we are home.<br />
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I made a resolution to wake up thirty minutes earlier this year. That lasted a week. Maybe. I want to try to cook and plan for meals better, but I have a daughter living with six, yes SIX different <b>life threatening food allergies </b>for which we carry an epi pen and have had to use epinephrine to save her life in early December 2012, and she is picky on top of that, so most days I just figure out what she will eat, and that is what we go with, and her list of "go-to" foods is rather short.<br />
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Nothing is what I would picture it to be in my head. Most days I feel like I am just scraping by. Of course I want some things to change, and as my kids get older and daily and weekly circumstances become different than they are now, that will most likely happen, but for now, here we are. I am not a rockstar mom. Not even close. But I love those two kids more than anything else and I think they're having a good time. I try to protect their innocence at all costs, and teach them to love others unconditionally, just like Jesus loves us. I tell them they are beautiful and handsome and that they deserve the absolute best for their lives, because it is true. I speak encouragement and life over them every chance I get. Sometimes I fail. Ok, I fail a lot, but my hope is that they won't remember the failures. That they will remember the fun they had and grow up knowing who they are, not caring to conform to the world's standards, or compromise themselves in any way, because of what they learned in this home, from our family, and what they see in me as their mommy.<br />
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Do you have things you wish you could change about your daily life? About parenting styles? Have you come to realize it is what it is, and are embracing the mess and the clutter?<br />
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I'd love to hear your thoughts...<br />
<br />Traci Earlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07185178575808092658noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7160020051432719471.post-87268297220007281252013-02-21T11:14:00.000-07:002013-02-21T11:14:07.144-07:00I Don't Want Programs. I Want Jesus.<span style="color: #eeeeee;">One of my favorite quotes by one of my favorite authors is: </span><br />
<span style="color: #eeeeee;"><b style="background-color: black;">"<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">I need Christ, not something that resembles Him" - </span><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">C.S.Lewis</span></b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #eeeeee;"><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"><span style="background-color: black;">Think about that. Our world is FULL of spirituality. Many of the people you encounter from day to day practice some type of religion, or hold to a certain</span><b style="background-color: whitesmoke;"> </b></span><span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">belief system, yet they are far from the one true God. That is because so much of the spirituality is resembling truth, but comes up empty in the end. </span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">Even in our churches (little "c"= the building) we find this to be true at times. The people appear to have it all together. They appear to be in love with Christ, but as soon as they leave the church building, that fizzles and dies out, leaving them looking just like anyone else throughout the week. Maybe they try to live a works-based life with their lists of "do's and don'ts" and they never quite measure up, so they stay discouraged. Maybe, even though they attend church from week to week, they wait like a helpless baby for the pastor to "feed" them with a spoon on Sundays and never do anything to produce spiritual growth throughout the week, so they just bounce back and forth between two places, never truly knowing what it means to be a follower of Jesus. Something that resembles Christ, but certainly is not...</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"> Or maybe it is the church's "programs" that never change from week to week ( Welcome, upbeat happy songs, slower sad songs, offering, announcements, message, altar time, dismissal) that make us think that we are spiritual and help us feel close to God. Heaven forbid we change anything from that order.... that would no longer resemble Christ. Right? </span><b style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"><i>Now, nothing is wrong with the programs churches have in place, but when we focus on the programs and service order instead of Jesus, we have it all wrong. </i></b><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">I guarantee that Jesus doesn't care so much about the programs. He just wants His bride to encounter Him. And that does not happen because of any man-made schedule, but because the Church (Big "C"= the PEOPLE. The Bride) come together in unity and get hungry for God to move among them. </span><b style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"><i>He moves during and throughout the programs set in place when people worship Him.</i></b><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"> But how often to we stifle what He really wants to do among us because our focus is on what man has set in place? </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">My generation, "Millennials", overall could care less about the programs. As a matter of fact, most would find them as quite the deterrent. Possibly why <b><i>only 9% of <u>Christian</u> millennials attend a church on a weekly basis</i></b>. This is the generation that is missing from our corporate worship settings on Sundays. This is the generation that sees no need to come and be part of the programs when they can experience God in their homes. The generation whose unchurched likely will never grace your fellowship's doors. They will not come. We have to go to them. They don't want programs. They have been hurt by the programs and the people who run them. They have been given lists and lists of "What <u>Not</u> to Do", and "How<u> Not</u> to Live", having never experienced the love and good news that Christ died for us all to have. <b><i>They don't need programs. They need Jesus</i></b>. </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">The mindset that God will only move if your church service or worship set look and feel a certain way is about as far from truth as possible. If we feel that way, then the programs have become our idols. We are no longer worshiping Jesus, but we are worshiping what man has set in place. That is a scary place to be. </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">I don't want the programs. I want Jesus. </span></span>Traci Earlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07185178575808092658noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7160020051432719471.post-76555148692250643412013-02-19T10:03:00.000-07:002013-02-19T10:03:15.619-07:00Too Much of a Good Thing...<b>Too Much of a Good Thing....</b><br />
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... Rarely remains a good thing. Of course, there are things that I could do all day, everyday, and feel like I would never grow tired of it, like hanging out with my family, laying on an exotic beach all day, traveling, snowboarding - although my legs would get tired, and it would end badly. But the majority of things we fill our time with, are pretty mundane and meaningless in the grand scheme of things.<br />
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<b>Social Media...</b><br />
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Though it is fun to "keep up" with old friends, family, and in some cases, acquaintances without actually having to talk to anyone (eh-hem), it has skewed what friendship and connection should truly look like. For me, there are many friends and family that I used to call and email, but just don't do so anymore because I feel like I know what is happening in their lives based on what I see on my News Feed. In that, the one thing that truly matters has been removed from the equation... each other. I am no longer "connecting" with the people I care about when our relationship has been boiled down to status updates.<br />
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*** Social Media can absolutely be a good thing - for businesses, churches, and networking, it is vital.<br />
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For me, it has become a habit. I admit it. Whenever there is a lull in conversation, or I am sitting in a waiting room, even watching a movie on our couch, I find myself scrolling through Facebook on my iPhone. Not because I am bored with my company, but because I have trained my mind to do so over the past few years. I am missing real life because of it. Moments with my children that should be focused fully on them, are instead spent with half of my attention on them, and the other half scrolling through meaningless (no offense, really.) status updates.<br />
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Facebook is not real life. Real life is in those moments that we are more than likely missing because of our social media addictions. And it isn't just Facebook - there is Pinterest, Twitter, Instagram, Vine, Snap Chat (which I would not advise allowing your teenagers to have this one)...the list goes on and on. For me, Facebook is the one that takes up too much time, and often, I find myself getting upset and disappointed over updates posted, or pictures put up for the world to see (Seriously, folks, once it is out there in internet-land, you can never take it back. You have no idea the way certain things can and will affect your future). But really, how silly is that? Facebook getting to me? Lame.<br />
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I have talked about deleting my Facebook for a long time, but have held on until now so that friends and family out of state can keep up with our kids. Twitter is so much more user friendly, and FAR less time consuming that Facebook. I am going to keep my twitter handle @traciearly , as well as my instagram: traciearly , and of course this blog will remain up and running for more in depth details as far as what is happening in our lives.<br />
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<b>Too much social media... </b><br />
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For me, has become a bad thing. I want to simplify things once more. I know I could just refrain from checking it, but I don't need it, so I am letting go. Not to say I will never reactivate my Facebook, but for now, I am walking away. I am happy to do so. What freedom can come from cutting out the (unneeded) things in life that consume our time!<br />
<br />Traci Earlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07185178575808092658noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7160020051432719471.post-85266214740971646622013-01-01T11:36:00.001-07:002013-01-01T11:36:18.084-07:00Cultured...?What. Is. Culture. ?<br />
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For those of you who may not know, my husband and I are in full time ministry at an amazing church here in CO. We have lived here for 5 and half years, and before this move, although I had lived in other countries, and even other states (other than NC - where I grew up) for a year or two here and there, I was always in a sort of bubble. There was the very obvious difference in culture living in El Salvador, but in the states, I didn't always recognize it.<br />
In churches, we hear the term "culture" to describe those living outside of the church world. A progressive term for "secular" is really what it has become. My thoughts are stirring from this... the term "culture", especially as we use it in the church world, is so very relative. Culture in life, churches, systems, changes between small towns and bigger cities within the same state, between different states there are cultural differences based on what the main influences of that area may be, and when you take a look from region to region, culture changes significantly. Sometimes so much that a seemingly similar culture, such as the church for example, may not have many things resembling one another. From the outside at least.<br />
In the South, people (not everyone, but in general...) have twangy accents, they love sweet tea, fried foods, good home cooking, they have been four wheeling/off roading many a time for fun, they have played in creeks, swam in rivers and lakes on the regular, have attended Chicken Stews and Fish Fries, and most everyone has had a vacation at Myrtle Beach at some point in their life. :-) Southerners know what hospitality is, they are sure to use their manners, the women typically don't leave the house without makeup or fixing their hair. Its not uncommon to see someone in WalMart with heels on, and regardless of how they may live throughout the week, church is a norm. Hence the "Bible Belt" nickname.<br />
If you were to attend an evangelical or charismatic church in the South, you are sure to see a variety of music being played along with lots of clapping and moving and hands being raised. During the sermon, you will hear a choir of "amens" and even a pause from the pulpit here and there for some clapping when the pastor makes a good point. At the altar call (usually a formal call to prayer to the congregation), you can look around and see many people crying. All of these are great things. They are how church culture works in the south. It is beautiful to experience.<br />
It is not, however, how church looks everywhere else.<br />
When we first came to Colorado, it was a huge culture shock because people weren't clapping and moving and expressing themselves the way we were used to. After some time, we began to realize that it was less of the emotion that we had grown up with, and a lot more reflection. Expressions of worship being more internal than outward. Growing deeper each day, still. It is very beautiful to experience.<br />
I appreciate different cultures, and sub cultures. No one "culture" (church, or secular) will look the same when you cross regional boundaries. At the heart, however, both are maturing, growing, developing.<br />
My point is, we talk and talk about culture. How it should look, how we believe culture thinks, etc. We may understand culture within our own bubbles or areas of influence, but we have to remember that no one culture or sub culture is alike. The way it looks and feels for you, may not be the way it looks and feels for someone across the city, state, or especially the country. Because its not the way you, or your church, or city does it, doesn't make it wrong. Just makes it different. Embrace our differences. Don't point fingers, don't condemn, don't assume you know the "right" way to think, feel, express oneself, or do something. We all are a part of the kingdom of God, all doing life a little differently, but at our core, we are the same. Don't confuse inward reflection for apathy, or outward expression of being too emotional.<br />
Find freedom to worship the way you, as an individual, were created to worship and live.<br />
And remember, culture for you is quite possibly very different from the culture being lived and experienced around the country, and for certain, around the world. We mustn't lose ourselves in our own cultural bubbles. Traci Earlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07185178575808092658noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7160020051432719471.post-32127115332534692042012-12-10T11:15:00.001-07:002012-12-10T11:15:10.071-07:00Becoming Real...Life With Food AllergiesIf you've ever wondered what its like for someone with life threatening food allergies, here is a peek into that life...<br />
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-Every time we go out to eat, we have to make sure beforehand that the establishment has special accommodations for food allergies. There needs to be a separate frier, grill, they have to be SURE no cross contamination happens (no allergen foods or gloves or utensils will touch the food Amery consumes).<br />
-We have to be sure that there are foods, that a 3 year old will eat, that are 100% free from <b>peanuts, tree nuts, milk, eggs, beef, and garlic.</b> I'm not sure how often you read ingredient labels, but this is no easy task. Some places the ONLY thing she can safely eat, are the french fries.<br />
-Birthday party treats? Cake? Cookies? Treats? Ice Cream? Most foods you eat everyday? All can potentially take my baby's life.<br />
-If any of us consume ANYthing that she is allergic to, we have to wash our hands and avoid giving her kisses until we have made sure through rinsing, etc, that all traces of allergens are gone. Otherwise, just from our hands or mouths touching her, she will get hives.<br />
-Traveling? Not until we know that we will have safe places for her to eat along the way, and when we have reached our destination.<br />
-Basically, everywhere we go, everything we do, we are on the defense. <b>What would you do</b> if everywhere you went, there were "weapons of mass destruction" so to speak, that could take your life at any given moment?<br />
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This is our life.<br />
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At 5 months of age, our gorgeous daughter, Amery, had her first food related allergic reaction. Until that point, she had only nursed. I decided one day to mix some of her rice cereal with some formula instead of milk I'd pumped. Luckily, she didn't like it and barely ate one bite. Chip walked in the room as I was burping her on my lap and asked what was on her face. I looked at her and saw hives literally covering her tiny face... and body. Within a few minutes she began to vomit, as her body was rejecting the milk. I called our doctor's office that evening when it happened and spoke with a nurse. We gave her benedryl, had her on close watch, and the next day would conduct our own little "skin test" as instructed by the doctor's office. Sure enough, the next day when i placed the smallest amount of formula on her leg, the area under and around the milk was covered in hives.<br />
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Fast forward a few months to District Council in Grand Junction. Not thinking about her milk allergy since she hadn't had anything with milk ingredients since the formula, I gave her a bite of mashed potatoes. She spat it out (I suppose she knew it was bad for her?) and within minutes, the entire left side of her face and mouth was swollen. We hurried out of the restaurant to Walgreen's where I took Amery inside so the pharmacist could see. As we were inside, Amery began vomiting... a lot. I gave her benedryl, and thank GOD she was alright after that. Knowing what I know now, she could have been a LOT worse. Thankfully those times, her little body rejected the allergen quickly so she was able to recover.<br />
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Not too long after this happened, I had cream in my coffee one morning, as I always did, before nursing her. I placed Amery in the baby seat in the bathroom while I took a shower. When I got out of the shower, I noticed through my blurry-no contacts yet-eyes that she looked different. When I got closer, her lips were swollen like the Nutty Professor. From the cream in my coffee! ...For those of you who have wondered why I drink my coffee black...here is where it started. Give up cream (along with other dairy products) or give up coffee? I chose to KEEP the coffee! Now I LOVE it black. :)<br />
All dairy regarding Miss Amery was O-U-T.<br />
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August 12, 2010... I was fixing scrambled eggs. Amery was almost 11 months old, so I let her try some. Within minutes, just like the very first time she tried formula, she had hives all over and was vomiting. At this point, we made an appointment with the allergist. I figured if she had reactions to milk and eggs, there had to be more. And, what am I supposed to do? I'd heard each reaction can potentially be worse than the one before, so what happens when it wasn't just hives and vomiting (for those of you who are food allergy aware, this was a one time throw up deal - rejecting the food. Again, thanking God she was alright. Back then, I just didn't know what I didn't know).<br />
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Upon telling the allergist our stories, and confirming those reactions with testing, we also found that peanuts was on the list. This was alright since she was a baby and wouldn't be eating peanuts anyway, but how was I going to avoid all products containing any milk or eggs? Asher and I had been gluten free for about a year at this point - not for an "allergy" but for a "sensitivity" <i style="font-weight: bold;">(There is a difference between food sensitivity, intolerance, and a <u>life threatening</u> food allergy. These differences have unfortunately muddied the waters for those children and adults who can die from exposure to an allergen. Much different than stomach swelling, aches, cramps, migraines, etc.) </i>so I knew that I could handle it. Let's face it, I had no choice but to handle it. This was her life at stake.<br />
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As you read above, there are quite a few new allergens on the list. Aside from the tree nuts and peanuts (although they are the biggest allergens she has, she has never been exposed to any of these, which is pretty scary for me - they were found out through testing.) all of her known allergens were first discovered at a meal - she would have a reaction, and I would take the entire list of ingredients to her allergist and have her tested to see what the culprit was.<br />
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Every person that watches her has to be shown how to use the epi pen, should she come in contact with allergens. And, until last week, I honestly never thought we would have to use epinephrine.<br />
I knew she had life threatening food allergies, of course, but the thought of her ever coming into contact with something was so distant in my mind. I learned a lot this week.<br />
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This past Wednesday, Amery ate a cookie with milk and eggs baked into it when nobody was looking. I am <b>so</b> thankful that her teachers responded quickly - this made all the difference. Chip and I were panicked since we had no clue what was going to happen. We watched her closely and within 30 minutes she went from a few hives and a swollen lip, to red and swollen all over, coughing repeatedly, and unable to breathe. I took her to the ER and almost immediately upon seeing her, they hooked her up to a monitor, weighed her, and gave her a shot of epinephrine in her arm. Amery only cried for a few seconds after her shot. Within 25-30 seconds of the epinephrine, every single symptom from the reaction disappeared. I wish I would have videoed, although that was the last thing on my mind at the time. She was nauseas for a little while, but after that passed, she was alright. We were in the ER until about 3:00am as they have to monitor for a minimum of 4 hours after a shot of epinephrine (we stayed about 5 1/2) to watch their heart rate that speeds up, and to be sure that the symptoms don't come back and a second dose of epinephrine is needed.<br />
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The ER doctor again reviewed Amery's Food Allergy Action Plan with me. This is a set-in-stone plan that everyone caring for her has to follow should exposure happen. No panicking - like i did the other night! The doctor also reiterated the fact that seconds and minutes count. She shared a story of a recent incident when a 6 year old little girl had an exposure and did not have her epi pen on hand for whatever reason. By the time the EMTs arrived to the scene, she was gone.<br />
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On Thursday, after the adrenaline wore off, I broke down. I was a basket case. The reality set in that we could have lost her if we didn't respond in time. My children, just like any parent, are the MOST precious things in the entire world to me. It became so devastatingly real how close we can be to losing her at any given moment. Over food of all things. I hate that.<br />
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Things I learned this week - Even when we think our bases are covered, they aren't. She is always at risk, and I have to live with this in mind. Although my hope is to not have any exposures, I have to live as though there will be more, and myself, and everyone that cares for her have to be trained and knowledgable in how to respond. I will not send to her to a school (EVER...or at least until she is old enough to avoid contact on her own) unless they can PROMISE me that she will not be in contact with ANY known allergens, and they have a nurse on site who is WELL trained in food allergic reactions, and of course, prevention. The only way to be sure exposure doesn't happen, is to only have safe foods around her.<br />
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Things I ask of you who are around Amery....<br />
- Do NOT feed her ANYTHING unless Chip and I have said it is ok.<br />
- Wash your hands before you touch her.<br />
- Keep a watchful eye out to be sure that you don't see her with any foods that could hurt her. As a matter of fact, just let me know if you see her with any food :-)<br />
- Remember that she is 3 and she wants to eat the fun treats she sees your child eating. Please be nice and wait until she isn't around to give your kids the things she cannot have.<br />
- Please don't bring snacks for everyone (kids) that she can't eat. No matter what.<br />
- And please don't seclude her or take your children away from where she is to get treats. Thats no fun.<br />
- Please include her. Just ask me for help. Its not as hard as you may think. There are a lot of fun, easy treats she can have that all kids love (Oreos is one of them!).<br />
- If we are somewhere eating together at a home, a restaurant, or a party, respect her boundaries. Make your children aware of these boundaries. Please don't put your child beside of Amery if their hands and face and areas around their plates are messy, or are going to be messy, with foods that are not safe for Amery. This is an exposure just waiting to happen.<br />
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Maybe I left some things out. Maybe some of those seem overboard. I don't care. Her life is <u><b>FAR</b></u> more important to me than anything anyone might want to eat. Everyone who has ever complained about accommodations for food allergy kids should think about that. Nothing is as important as a life. Especially not food. From here on out, I have to be "that" mom. I saw firsthand just how close we are to losing her. Since nobody, including myself, is able to watch her every single move, we have to work together to make sure she stays safe. <u>Thank you for helping us!</u><br />
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I am more thankful for her precious life today more than ever before. She brings joy and laughter to everyone she meets.<br />
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<br />Traci Earlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07185178575808092658noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7160020051432719471.post-13070090968585937712012-11-07T10:44:00.001-07:002012-11-07T10:44:07.106-07:00Adventures with Team Early: And the Winner Is...<a href="http://teamearly.blogspot.com/2012/11/and-winner-is.html?spref=bl">Adventures with Team Early: And the Winner Is...</a>: Yesterday was a big day for Americans. Although I felt many different emotions throughout the weeks and months leading to the election, main...Traci Earlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07185178575808092658noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7160020051432719471.post-12860104011629214852012-11-07T10:40:00.001-07:002012-11-07T10:40:28.756-07:00And the Winner Is...Yesterday was a big day for Americans. Although I felt many different emotions throughout the weeks and months leading to the election, mainly anticipation for the day when NO more political ads would be on TV or in my mailbox. Yesterday, I was anxious. I hated feeling that way, but I did. In the midst of my anxiety, I kept remembering the Scripture in Philippians (4:6) "Do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation, by prayer and petition, WITH THANKSGIVING, present your requests to God.".<br />
God knew my prayers before I ever uttered a word to him. He knew what the outcome of the election would be. He knows what his plans are...we do not. I am THANKFUL and can rest in that. It actually makes me really happy to know that its all in his hands!<br />
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I know that United States elections are not life and death. Nowhere close. I know that God is not a Republican, or a Democrat, or even an Independent. He is God. The king and ruler of all, and his plans are underway no matter who holds a seat in the American government. I consider it a privilege to live in a country where I can literally spend my life sharing the love of Christ with people around me. I know that it is not the government's job to feed the hungry, or give clothes to those with none. The government does not provide love to those who don't know love, or hope to those who have no hope.<br />
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"If you spend yourselves in behalf of the hungry and satisfy the needs of the oppressed, then your light will rise in the darkness, and your light will become like the noonday." Isaiah 58:10<br />
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Basically, it makes no difference who wins an election. Our focus should not be on the circumstances, but on the people. Find people who are in need, and fill those needs. I want to take the focus off of myself and redirect, or reset, if you will, my focus towards the needs of others. In our American culture, we are so "me" driven. Even in the church. "What's in it for ME?", "How can I benefit from this?". If there is no personal gain or reward, or its not convenient, we don't do it. What would happen in we stopped that and asked "What can I do for YOU?" "Where/Whom can I SERVE today?". If there is one place you can be sure Jesus was when he was here on earth, it was with the people. He wasn't cooped up in a Synagogue or church building all week. He wouldn't have just been in church meetings on Sunday and Wednesday, then silent the rest of the week. He was out and about. Filling needs, serving the people, bringing healing and freedom over the broken and oppressed, making disciples along the way.<br />
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So, whether you are overjoyed with excitement that your guy was reelected, or you are disappointed that your guy lost... LIFE GOES ON. With THANKSGIVING, lets move forward. With the attitude of the followers of Jesus that we are to be, lets find ways to serve those around us. How can we fill the needs of the people around us? Who can I love today, or give an encouraging word to? Who is broken, oppressed, hurting, hungry, cold, alone...? Find a need, fill a need. Bring life. Bring hope. Bring healing. BE LOVE.<br />
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....WITH THANKSGIVING!Traci Earlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07185178575808092658noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7160020051432719471.post-89337791025962259082012-11-05T12:00:00.001-07:002012-11-05T12:00:42.729-07:00Life..in decades...This is a big week for us.<br />
Tonight Asher has his 2nd grade play... I will post pics later!<br />
Tomorrow is Election Day. Honestly, I am most excited about the commercials and ads being GONE. Colorado is a big swing state and an estimated $1 million per day has been spent by each candidate for ads in Colorado alone. Thats a whole lot of commercials. Believe me. And, we have the cheap cable and no DVR, so we mute the TV and suffer through them. I may go into fight mode if I have to endure much more. Eek!<br />
Thursday, my mother in law comes to stay with our kids so Chip and I can celebrate our 10th anniversary on a cruise in the Caribbean. Grand Turk, Puerto Rico, St. Thomas, and St. Maarten. SO excited!<br />
And, Friday, the actual date of our anniversary, we head to Miami....<br />
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The nostalgia sets in as I think about our lives over the last 10 years. I never could have dreamed we would have all of the adventures that we have had. I remember my own parents' 10th anniversary. They renewed their wedding vows and did a small ceremony, in which my little brother and I got dressed up and were participants in the "wedding". Its hard to think about renewing vows already since these 10 years have flown by so quickly. My parents' circumstances were different, since they weren't Christ followers in the beginning of their marriage, so they wanted to renew those vows for a reason.<br />
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Here are the thoughts I am experiencing...the loudest of which is: Am I old enough to have been married for 10 years? Well, apparently, yes. I am. I met Chip when I was 10, became "friends" (he was much older than me... a whole 3 years) when I entered youth at age 11. So, I have known him for 21 years. CrAzY. 21 years ago, he was just this super cool, older, skater boy in my youth group that everyone wanted to hang out with...including the older girls. :) Which is of no surprise...he IS and has always been hot!<br />
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I was 15 the first time I ever looked at Chip and thought of him as anything more than a friend. One day he walked into church and I remember thinking "Wow, he is really cute.". When it really hit me was the Sunday night he returned from his short stay at Trinity College in North Dakota. He had on a dark blue puff jacket, and sat by me during service. The whole time he was talking to me before and after service... he was totally spitting game... he had me smiling. I knew then that he was special. That year, my junior year of high school, at the risk of sounding like a stalker... he became my dream. :-)<br />
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He took me to my Jr/Sr. Banquet - it was a super weird, legalistic, and strict private school in a church... the people were out of their minds, and we dressed in formal wear to eat fried chicken at a hotel. Really classy. He was a true sport for hanging out that night. That night, after he left my parents' house, I told my mom out of the blue that I was going to marry Chip. I don't know what made me think that... I honestly don't remember saying it, but I remember feeling it. From then on, as our daughter Amery says, he was "my guy". He was always the one who gave me butterflies when he walked in the room, or would make my face get all hot when he'd talk to me. I always felt safe with him...I knew, even as my friend, he would protect me at all costs. That is just who he is. Chip is loyal to a T.<br />
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Jump forward about 4 years... He'd lived at Wrightsville Beach, and was back in Winston again. I'd lived in El Salvador and Phoenix, and was back in Winston again. We were, once again, back at each other. Our friendship grew strong during those first few months back home. We hung out all the time, and could talk about any and everything. It was different than before... in years past, although we were good friends, there wasn't the freedom that we had this time around. It was easy. We could be ourselves and have fun being friends. We were older, wiser (haha, well...thats up for debate), we knew who we were more than we did before, and we were ready. Ready for each other.<br />
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On October 13th, 2001, Chip told me he liked me. I didn't want to mess up our friendship, so I didn't respond the way I wanted to deep down. But, over the next three days, I thought about our history. I thought about how he was my very best friend and I couldn't imagine him dating anyone else, or me ever wanting to be around someone more than I wanted to be with him.<br />
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April 13th, 2002.... Hilton Head Island, SC....he proposed at beach marker 113. I think the number 13 isn't all that bad. :-)<br />
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And, November 9th, 2002 at 6:00pm... I became Mrs. Early. My dreams came true.<br />
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Over the past decade we have lived in NC on two different occasions, Florida, and Colorado for the last 5 1/2 years. We have the MOST gorgeous children...a 7 year old boy, and a 3 year old girl. We have more fun now than ever, are possibly in the best shape we have even been in since being married, and literally every, single day is an adventure. We truly love the life we have been given, the ministry we're privileged to be part of, the children we have honor of parenting... it is more than I ever would have imagined it would be. We have grown closer through the ups and downs we have endured. We are stronger now than ever. I know more what love is today than ever. I thought I loved him as much as anyone could on our wedding day, but that love has deepened so much throughout the years. It has become something unbreakable. We are a team, a family, a unit. We are still the best of friends, and he still gives me butterflies. I cannot WAIT for the rest of adventures to unfold, and there is NObody on the planet that I would rather have beside me.<br />
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Here's to a million more decades....<br />
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<br />Traci Earlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07185178575808092658noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7160020051432719471.post-40558776528357896062012-11-03T18:03:00.001-06:002012-11-03T18:03:46.294-06:00Hiking the Rock<br />
This morning, after an amazing night at Thrive Church, we went to meet some friends to hike the Rock of Castle Rock. It was my first time hiking it. Chip, Asher, and Matt and Talen all went last weekend, so this weekend they decided to bring all of us girls along. Amery did so well...she is such the independent little thing. She wanted to climb around all by herself. Asher and Talen were ALL over the place. They were climbing high and low, and doing a great job. The girls were pretending to dig for diamonds, and the boys were finding all sorts of cool rocks and animal remains. One time I even put my hand in my hoodie pocket and THOUGHT I had a rock in it from one of my kids. Well, instead of pulling out a rock, I pulled out a BAT SKULL! I threw it on the ground and probably squealed a little. Asher put it there because he wanted to bring it home, haha! He didn't bring it home. <div>
I love living in Colorado for so many reasons. Its so gorgeous here, the culture and people are awesome, its such an active place to live...we get to snowboard on some of the most amazing terrain in the country in the winter, ride our bikes on the endless trails, hike beautiful places...it is pretty much the most perfect place to raise a family. LOVE it...everything about it. </div>
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Traci Earlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07185178575808092658noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7160020051432719471.post-19097655662766316002012-11-03T17:42:00.001-06:002012-11-03T17:42:56.198-06:00Fun in Federal HeightsLast night we had the privilege of going to Thrive Church in Federal Heights to hang with their youth and some awesome friends, Joel and Nicole Sosa. Chip got to speak and I had so much fun getting to sing with their worship team. Their band is so talented, so it was a blast! <div>
I am definitely at home when leading people in worship. I know it is what I am called to do, and I love meeting other people with the same heart for Jesus and for worship. It is so cool when you can join in with a different team than you're used to, and your hearts are all in the same place... you can have fun and feel such unity in worship. That is how its supposed to be. :-)</div>
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Chip spoke about engaging with culture. He had some great points on how we can't expect to make any sort of lasting impact in culture by just doing big "evangelistic" events. You have to be consistent and in relationship with people that you desire to influence...you can't just show up in someone's life and expect to have influence. It was all really good stuff - I love listening to him speak. Not to mention, he keeps you laughing while he throws nuggets of wisdom at you. You don't even know what hit you half the time. What can I say, I love him. </div>
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So grateful to have friends like that the Sosas. It was a fun night for sure. Not to mention, our kiddos came with us and they had a blast with the Sosa kids. </div>
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