The first day back was slow – a very, very slow five minutes. And though I felt worse after exercising, I kept it, continuing to log “my paltry five minutes” each day. Over the next several weeks, I added minutes and music, letting my stride sync with the rhythm of the songs.
If we don’t blink at the intersection of the cross, where our suffering collides with Jesus’, we won’t miss the true joy!
I am determined to thrive…I will be intentional in cultivating peace, joy and contentment…Gratitude in the small victories will carry me.
Prayer is not a new concept for me. As a child, I remember praying nightly for my dad and younger brother who were diagnosed with a genetic disease.
Lament cuts through insincerity, unveils pretense and leads to trust and wonder. Because true worship involves bringing every aspect of our lives before God.