Suck It Up Buttercup!

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These have been my mantras of late:

  • Endurance.
  • Perseverance.
  • Fight through the pain.
  • Soreness is weakness leaving your body.
  • It doesn’t matter where you start; It’s where you finish that counts.
  • I may be slow, but I’m faster than everyone still sitting on the couch.

And my favorite motivational phrase (thanks to Becki who found the t-shirt) is Suck it up Buttercup!

Over the last twelve weeks I have been on a journey of pain, soreness, competition, and learning about myself.

As a result, I am healthier, fitter and more fully engaged in a long-term transformation procedure. (Not where I want to be yet, but getting there…)

They call it Fitness Bootcamp.
I call it a desire to live better.

(Huge shoutout to Paul Lacoste, Clark Bruce & team at Paul Lacoste Sports–these are the guys to work with, hands down!)

I am not the first to do such a thing.
I will not be the last.
Actually, I am already signed up for another go!

(Good gracious, who was the chucklehead who invented burpees?)

This weight loss, get-in-shape, be healthier process is a lot like life. Christianity itself calls for perseverance and running the race with determination and endurance.

1 Corinthians 9:24, Don’t you know that the runners in a stadium all race, but only one receives the prize? Run in such a way to win the prize.

And so we run and train spiritually all the while knowing:

  • There will be detours.
  • There will be roadblocks.
  • There will be difficult competition.
  • There will be temptations to take shortcuts.
  • There will be pain.
  • There will be soreness.
  • And there will be days when you will desperately need the attitude and demeanor that says Suck it up Buttercup.

But no matter how hard life gets…

No matter how difficult this world can be…

No matter what tribulations come, we serve a God who tells us quite clearly that He has this!

Romans 8:35-39, Who can separate us from the love of Christ? Can affliction or anguish or persecution or famine or nakedness or danger or sword? As it is written: Because of You we are being put to death all day long; we are counted as sheep to be slaughtered. No, in all these things we are more than victorious through Him who loved us. For I am persuaded that not even death or life, angels or rulers, things present or things to come, hostile powers, height or depth, or any other created thing will have the power to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord!

So do me a favor. If you see me struggling—if you catch me wallowing—then not so gently please  remind me, Suck it up buttercup!

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Blessings to you and yours,

Les Ferguson, Jr.
Madison/ Ridgeland, MS

Happy New Year (with extra salsa, please)

Happy New Year! (A Life Observation post, #2)

As I write this it is New Years Eve. Some of you will read this today. Or maybe tomorrow on the first day of the year. Or even some other day in the future. But when ever you read this, Happy New Year!

I don’t have the power to grant you what you might wish for. I can’t really do much of anything to make your dreams come true.

And if I were to be true to my selfish nature, I’d have to tell you that any power to grant those things would probably be spent on me.

Yeah.

Mr. Selfish.

That’s me.

Like you, I too have hopes and dreams.

As others might wish, I’d like to lose a little bit of weight. At the same time, I’d also like the ability in this new year to eat as much salsa and chips as my little heart desires (breakfast, lunch, supper, and a midnight snack).

Fat chance of that.

I could indulge in fantasy, but I won’t.

My hopes and dreams are not about winning the lottery and being filthy rich. I don’t fantasize about sports cars and new trucks. I don’t sit and daydream about indulgent beach or mountain vacations. The vast majority of what I could wish and hope for isn’t materialistic.

Yes, I dream of security and the freedom from worry and fear. But more importantly, my dreams are about relationships. People I love. Kids I want to protect. A wife I want to honor with every breath.

And the God I want to serve.

For me, Happy New Year means the ability and opportunity to do just that.

So happy new year to me. Happy New year to me in all the titles I wear. From husband to father to son and brother… from real estate agent to the job hunting wannabe preacher living inside of me… And if you have an ugly way of looking at me, some inappropriate name you want to call me, well, Happy New Year to that guy as well!

Yes, Happy New Year to me… and Happy New Year to you. I wish us both peace and the quiet assurance of God’s abiding presence.

Les Ferguson, Jr.