He Treats Me to a Feast; Notes from my Abundant Life
I am a warrior. What are you made of??
She girdeth her loins with strength, and strengtheneth her arms.
“I am made of strong stuff…”
Jill Scott, as Precious Ramotswe, in the #1 Ladies Detective Agency
I’m going for a run, like I did Tuesday. It felt good. It is part of my personal challenge to blossom, anyway. Tuesday, I read something that motivated me in a new, and I believe LONG TERM way….” The flower doesn't dream of the bee. It blossoms and the bee comes, by Mark Nepo. Translated, to me that means “do it anyway…”. I’m no longer waiting for anything to come to me. I’m in. I’m living full out, full time, intending to do it right.
I was sore after Tuesday’s run, and I’m sore now, but I’m doing it anyway, because that’s how we’re made. That’s what we’re supposed to do, though sometimes, often, we get distracted by our own weariness, or weakness, or fear. No more. No more dreaming INSTEAD of doing. I’m dreaming and doing, working on today’s thing AND planning for tomorrow’s thing together. Why? Because, as Jill Scott so powerfully declares as Precious Ramotswe, “I am made of strong stuff.” Our Father created us in His image, and that’s the strongest stuff there is.
So , this is a short post, and I’m off…to run, to dream, to move mountains. Because I can. Because He created me powerfully, and wonderfully. And that’s a blessing. Further evidence that God is Good.