You never know when "it" is going to happen. Your eyes are wide open, every sense keenly aware...your brain making a choice, setting in motion a response that your heart was not invested in. You are present, in every facet of the word...as hand goes to mouth, repeatedly...excessively...def
eatingly. I devoured every morsel of illegal contraband that I chose to allow across the border of my resolve last night. I chose.

I let an emotionally tumultuous week goad me into weakness. But defeat in the moment is something I am simply no longer willing to surrender to. It is not God's best for me.

You never know when "it" is going to happen. Your eyes are wide open, every sense keenly aware...your brain making a choice, setting in motion a response that your heart was not invested in. You are present, in every facet of the word...as the heart dictates a tempo...and the lungs fill in compliance to the call...the legs and feet moving in fluid accord...willingly...resplende
ntly...victoriously. Today I devoured every moment of one of "those" runs, the kind where I can literally feel an athlete emerge...breaking free in emancipation from a body that no longer "can't" or just "won't". I chose.

Some choices...we could stand to miss out on for having made them. Some choices...WE would miss out for NOT having made them.

"We are only one good choice away from being back on the path of perseverance." ~Lysa TerKeurst, Made to Crave