I listened to that catchy tune as I drove around town, quite happy with my week. My life runs on a schedule and this week was full. Full of things I love doing but busy. My attention returns to the future. It is Friday and my calendar says to have fun on Fridays. I’m rejoining the YMCA. During covid it felt too germy for the world’s worry about invisible monsters carrying disease. I got covid three times. The first was easy, then not so easy in London while serving abroad, then last year in May, which made me very cautious of fist-bumping and high fives. It’s been years so I don’t expect my old buddies are still at the YMCA. Do I have time to learn pickleball or time to practice? Time will tell. On Monday (duty day), when I re-group from the weekend, I’ll visit and see how remedial the AOA classes are or if they are suitable. The goal is to stay strong for whatever the Lord has in mind for me next. I will not discourage you by listing what starts to lose its shine as we age…but it is the first day of the rest of my life. Every day is new – a gift. That is why I feel guilty when I turn idle. I do need to rest, as created by God, but laziness will make tomorrow less impactful. I do take Sundays off to rest my body but fighting off gluttony gets harder. What is the mission? My mission is to follow Jesus. I might need a strong body to do that or maybe sitting will do. In Genesis 1:31 God said, “Then God saw everything that He had made, and indeed IT WAS very good…”. We are reminded in the New Testament that, “…Your body is the temple of the Holy Spirit WHO is in you, whom you have from God, and you are not your own?” – I Cor 6:19. This week I read a piece about balance. A strong body is a tool but someday I’ll get a new one anyway. Obsessing by running instead of being with people is extreme. My professional weight-lifting friend measured all of her protein, obsessively. People who have few real relationships and live at a gym might be missing something so balance. I’ll let you know how my ‘debut’ goes!
