I didn't want to get up, but I did.
Friday, July 06, 2012
Last night my husband told me he was setting his alarm for 5:30, so he could get up and work while it was cooler. (We've been having 100+ degrees days for the last couple weeks.) A heavy sleeper, he asked me to help make sure he got up. I thought to myself, maybe I should go for a walk then, since it has been so hot that I've haven't exercised much. Of course, it's a lot easier to think that in the night than in the morning. I knew it would be hard, and I knew I might not want to get up. But as I am relying on God through this weight loss journey, I prayed about it. I woke up at 5:27. I got my husband up. I debated for a minute, but I thought if God provided a way after I asked for it and I didn't take it, what would that be telling him. So even though I wanted to go back to bed, I went out and walked.
It was so peaceful and beautiful out. I noticed the sky, the tress, the birds, and the relative coolness of the morning. There were few cars and an occasional person but mostly calm and quiet. I'm a person who really needs that alone time with nothing going on. I thanked God for this time or for giving me strength to get up when I didn't want to.
After all, that's what much of life consists of: getting up when we don't want to. And if we only take those first few steps, the others follow much easier.