I can't believe this is happening, well maybe I can. It's been slowly making it's way to the front of the stage but the luxury of time and business has kept my eyes focused on other things and ignoring the familiar footsteps. Unfortunately as I sat on the floor cross-legged like I've done so many times, playing with my friends little girl and as she called for me to follow her into her play room, I moved to stand and move forward and my body struggled to follow. My minds eye looked back and saw my body struggle into position and strained a bit to stand up and my heart cried "Oh no".
Well like I said it wasn't really a surprise, I know that feeding my body not only nutrition but exercise is critical especially as we get older. The days of getting away with not paying attention and being not DISCIPLINED have faded to the background now a distant memory.
God's grace has been what has kept me going all this time without much effort but, like with so many things we forget that God's grace is a gift and too often is taken for granted.
But I'll be honest with you I don't like exercising, it's not fun to me, it's a struggle every time I join that gym, pull out the skipping rope or roll out my mat. I feel good in the moment and with a gush of positive energy I say yes I can do this and then tomorrow comes. But as I watched myself yesterday and saw the slowness, felt the heaviness of breath and the discomfort in my tummy, I prayed and said God I need to do what you've been telling me for the last ten years and then I hear His voice say, you know what to do. "Clean up your diet and get in a routine of exercise in your everyday". I'm reminded that our bodies are the temples of the Holy Spirit, and this truth alone should be enough for me to treat it with tenderness love and care as His temple deserves. So everyday I will wake up and declare and like a mantra say "My body is the temple of the Holy Spirit", so I MUST love it and care for it as it's occupant cares for me always providing the best.