Friday, January 18, 2013
I started an exercise class at church this week. I promised myself this would be different this time. The day after the first class, I was so sore. Even more sore the day after that, I was to tired to make dinner before class number two. McDonalds sounded way better. Well, until class came. I became sick to my stomach and I became light headed and my heart was racing. At that point, I knew things were to be different.
God has been whispering to me all along. Telling me He loved me and He will be with me thru this, but I needed to finish this. How can I ask my girls to finish what they started if I could not? How could I possibly be the role they needed if I could not even take care of myself?
Today, I am sore. But I am starting this road again, but with a bit more confidence than in the past, and with a clearer vision of God's path for me.