You know, when you grow to the size of an elephant while you're carrying a child, things change.
So the other night, in a fit of "Let's get that flat tummy back," I had Billy help me with some abdominal exercises. Just a few.
I'm still suffering the repercussions. I'm sore.
I've added another exercise to my life of late.
Each morning, I've been trying to spend the first few minutes just listening to the voice of my Maker.These moments have been sweet, balm-to-my-soul, let's-start-the-day-right kind of moments.
I feel prepared, connected to the Creator of the Universe.
So far, every single morning, I've felt God asking one thing of me:
Let me tell you something.
I. am. sore.I generally am aware of my need for contentment in Christ, and I usually can keep a steady handle on when I'm becoming discontent or frustrated.
This last week, however, as I've been making an effort to specifically choose joy throughout my day, I've had major difficulties.
I've been sick.
I've been extra tired.
I've been irritable.
So that's where I'm at. Sore abs and sore brain/heart.
Because when you work at something, there's usually opposition.
And when God asks something of us, whether it's to move across the world, or adopt a child, or give something away, or just be joyful, there's always another choice that will make itself clear and appealing.
I'm thankful today for a God who gives me grace each time I'm grumpy, which, lately, has been more often than I would like to admit.
I'm thankful and amazed that He renews His love for me each moment.
I'm thankful for a daily reminder each morning that my joy is important to my God.
It's the start of another week, and I'll be working out my joy muscles again. I'll probably get sore, again, too.
I make no such promises about working on that six-pack. Don't judge.