The heavy five-gallon bucket stood before me like a troll, daring me to pass under this bridge alone.  The extra-tall walls of our living room, family room, office and bathroom seemed to plead with me, “Please…we are scratched, chipped, dented, and dark. Can’t you help us?” My past paint partners have moved on to have lives of their own. Now it was just the troll, the walls, and me and I knew this was going to take far longer than I wanted it to.
 
I tend to be a microwave woman. I want what I want when I want it. And in this case, I wanted to transform all of my walls from the 90’s browns and dark reds to a beautiful, light “Revere Pewter” with white trim…and I wanted it now. But the School of Hard Knocks has taught me that the things we most value in life aren’t made in microwaves. They are cooked long and slow. They take a process. They take time. For many years, I gritted my teeth through those processes, keeping the end goals in mind. But now, I wanted to see if I could actually choose to enjoy the process itself.
 
I don’t know how many of you have ever prayed over painting your house, but as I stared at the troll, I did. “Please help me enjoy the process of painting. Help me not be so anxious for the end result that I miss the pleasure of doing the actual painting.” I’m grateful to say, my prayers were answered.
 
As I looked for the pleasure of each moment, I discovered the thrill of seeing a patch of “90’s Brown” come to life as “Revere Pewter” began to take over. I loved seeing how it seemed to be a different color on each wall, as the light in the room played with my senses; I took pride as I cut a piece of trim with a nice, straight line; I listened to entertaining speakers, comedians, and music in my headphones; and something amazing happened: I was enjoying the process. I didn’t mind the time it took or the chaotic displacement of my furniture so much. I went to bed each night with sore muscles and a peaceful, content heart. And when the project was completed, I felt satisfied in a way that was different than the satisfaction I’ve gotten from the work of hired hands. My end result was actually better than those who were supposed to be “professionals”. Why? Because I cared about the final product. I took pride in, and was present in the process.
 
I have found the same lessons to apply in my own personal transformations. As I journey From Food to Faith I am learning to find peace in the process. Not only do I want the nutritious and delicious meals, I’m learning to take pleasure in chopping the foods and washing the dishes. Not only do I want to find myself at a healthy weight with a strong body, I’m learning to love the feel of lifting each weight, or the stretch of a tight muscle.
 
If we think that happiness is waiting at the end of a goal, we are fooling ourselves. As Geneen Roth says, who you are through the process is who you’ll be at the end of the process. If we don’t learn to find peace in the process of achieving our goals, we will not have peace when we find ourselves standing in the middle of them. If we don’t learn to find joy and peace in the processes that lead to our desired destination, my experience has taught me that we aren’t likely to stick with those processes enough to achieve or maintain those destinations!
 
Today I challenge you to notice the little things along the way that make you happy. Notice the beautiful designs of those vegetables you are chopping. Feel how alive your muscles feel as they move. Bathe in the calmness of letting limiting beliefs go. Then you will find joy now, not just at some future imagined moment. You will find happiness today, not just when your jeans fit again. You, my friend, will find peace in the process. 

​I love being a motivational speaker. There is nothing better than sharing your stories…your insights…and learning that it has changed someone else’s life. I also love listening to other motivational speakers. I have found them not only on stages, but in church’s, diners, and people’s very own kitchens. I have found motivation and inspiration from many people, and one of my favorites was a woman named Kris Belcher.
 
Kris was diagnosed with cancer in both of her eyes as a young child and finally lost her eyesight completed as an adult. As a mom with two young children, she was understandably devastated at the loss of her sight. Kris has the gift of finding the gift in almost anything, and one of her stories has never been forgotten.
 
She was sharing how she learned to navigate walking busy city streets by herself. Of course, she learned to use a cane, and listen for the sounds of traffic and crossing lights. But one of the ways she can tell what direction she is facing is by determining where she feels the sun on her face. By determining what time it is and where the sun would be, she can use the warmth on her face to determine what direction she is facing. Ever the motivator, she told us she can also know what direction she is facing in her spiritual life by where she feels the Son…meaning, the Son of God.
 
 Often at this time of year, we are focused on our physical health. How much weight do we want to lose this year? What size will we be by our birthday? How many races will we run? Those can all be worthy goals for the right reason at the right time. But I wonder how many of us are as focused on our spiritual health?
 
Do you know where the Son is? Do you feel His warmth in your heart? Do you check your direction by if you feel Him present? Or is He an afterthought? Do you rely on your own eyes and ears to tell you if you’re going in the right direction?
 
May we lift our face to Him as we seek the directions we are to take. May we make Him our compass in the coming year. May we actively seek to discern where exactly we feel the Son.