I try and start each day with a walk or a run. Mainly, because the dog needs to go out. But also because, when I make time, I want and need the exercise. That, and the meditation that time allows me.
I try then, during those few minutes when I am not scooping up dog poop into a little baggie, to spend some time alone with myself and God.
I give thanks for the crisp, fresh air and sunshine or the raindrops or snow or wind that feel incredible on my face. For being able to hear the sound of my feet gently striking the pavement. For my physical health and the ability to even be out and moving like I am. For my dog who makes me laugh as she grabs her leash in her mouth each morning, talking to me, so excited to be out for a run. Or just out.
I pray family and friends and the world know peace and health and safe travels for the day, wherever their journey may be taking them. And I breathe deep, remembering my shoulders shouldn’t be at ear level. And I reflect on all of the challenges before me. And us. And I ask for guidance. And insight. And clarity. And to always be open to learning whatever it is I still need to learn.
God asks no man whether he will accept life. That is not the choice. You must take it. The only question is how. ~ Henry Ward Beecher.
It’s not always easy to take that time. And sometimes, depending on the situation, it truly is a challenge to give it over to God.
When I reflect on those kind of days, and there have been a few more than usual as of late .. those are the nights, I set my shoes by the door, ready for the morning.
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