We’ll be a month in after this weekend.
This last week has been a week of ministry.
A birthday dinner.
A visit to an old bed-ridden friend.
A night of working on a pool that will not mend.
A rain-soaked evening with the wife.
Finally, Friday. The granddaughter will be here soon for the weekend.
There has not been a single serious workout in eight days. Eight days…
I feel like I’ll be starting over again come Monday morning.
When I gave God my To Do list at the start of this month, did I really think he would take over to such a degree? He has. My life is turning into God’s life.
There’s been a little more kicking and screaming this week than I’d like to admit.
His life. Not my life. His life.
Whatever comes Monday morning, workout or not, I’m ready.