Every morning I am being stretched beyond myself.
The alarm clock rings early and I slowly get out of bed to make my way downstairs.
I retrieve a cup of coffee from the Keurig and trek back upstairs to the recliner in our room. I sit and study God’s Word. I pray, I read, I journal and in this time my spirit is stretched.
I am reading the words of James and they are penetrating deep.
They stretch my faith and bring me to repentance.
This stretching is bringing me closer to my Father, growing my relationship with Him and in turn, growing my relationships here on earth.
This stretching gives me the faith and power I need to make it through the struggles of each day.
This stretching is one that I need.
When my Bible and journal are returned to their basket by that worn blue recliner, I ready myself for another stretching.
This stretching is one of my body.
Five days a week, I make my way downstairs, turn on the DVD player and walk along with Leslie and her crew of ladies.
I walk, I kick, I step, I move all the while stretching this body of mine.
This stretching hurts and I am sore afterwards.
This stretching causes me to sweat and ache, but the rewards will be worth all the sweat, or so I tell myself.
This stretching gives me the energy I need to make it through our days.
This stretching helps my body to be strong.
This stretching, new and foreign, is also one that I am finding that I need.