This week has been tough. Sunday morning I found out that a very special man at the church in the city where we used to live succumbed to cancer on Friday night. He was an amazing gift to our community and touched so many lives.
I attended the funeral on Wednesday. It was a beautiful celebration of his life. I saw friends I’ve been missing. It was both sad and joyful, because he will be deeply missed but is now with the risen Christ.
Thursday morning, I found myself lying in bed at 3:30 in the morning with tears running down my face, mentally yelling at God. I wanted to know why God keeps letting good people die from preventable diseases. The soft response in the morning quiet was, “Why do you?”
God called me to show people that we live in a world where food is made by people with no nutrition education, people who are trying to get us addicted to their foods by adding sugars to everything. Our food is made by the same companies who made and pedaled cigarettes, trying to convince us that they weren’t killing us.
God called me to show people that the same people who make the GMOs and the chemicals to spray on them are the same people getting rich off the prescriptions we take when we get sick from ingesting those chemicals.
God called me to show people what changing my eating habits did for my weight, my chronic illnesses, and my depression. God called me to love and care for others through health coaching and wellness education.
Yes, I enrolled in a health coach training program. Yes, I started a website and a blog. But how many times have a missed an opportunity to talk to someone who was ready to change their life because I’m an introvert and would rather keep to myself?
I decided to wipe off my tears and go to the gym. I’ve been going at 5 AM any way, so I figured I might as well just go an hour early. I also decided to push myself out of my comfort zone and talk to the person working the desk at the gym.
An interesting conversation resulted. We talked about being afraid of death and about being afraid of spending months or years sick before dying. We talked about our mutual passion for nutrition and fitness. He shared a transformative event from his life, and I shared with him a documentary that motivated and inspired me.
We even had an interesting conversation about the differences in being vegan and being whole food plant-placed, inspired by my new “Plant Based Fitness” T-shirt.
Again… Message received.
One of the things I admire most about the man who passed was that he always had the most welcoming smile for everyone he came across. No one was exempt from his generous love. He made everyone he encountered feel like the most special person in the world.
Time for me to step up and do the same. Time for me to break out of my introverted shell and fight the fight God called me to.
I don’t intend to be one of those pushy health nuts, but I do intend to provide opportunities for the people around me to feel comfortable approaching me and asking me questions.
In that spirit, what can I do for you? What’s your greatest health concern? What’s got you confused or frustrated?