For over ten years, I had been faithful in doing stretches before climbing out of bed. One day I decided I didn’t want to do them anymore. After all, I was working out three times a week at the gym. Then my back started to give me trouble—twinges on the lower left and then on the lower right. To get up from the loveseat where Glen and I spend evenings together, I’d have to lift myself up and then hobble for a few steps.
One day my chiropractor said, “You are so stiff, Linda, you need to keep moving.” Now I’m back to spending the first thirty minutes of my day in bed stretching the muscles that have no memory of what position they were in the day before.
I consider Advent as a time to stretch my faith muscle. Every day (after stretching the body), I spend time in praise, prayer, study, and writing. I am grateful for however much time I have on earth for my faith journey. I hear when you get to heaven your old body is gone. No more morning exercises!
Dearest Lord, thank you for my body and soul muscles that become more flexible with daily exercise. Amen.