One of my priorities after retirement was to get physically fit. Although I’d just had shoulder surgery, I still wanted to be toned and able to keep up with my grandchildren. The week after my last day of work, I joined the local gym and started a Zumba class. Now…that’s fun. But recently I started to work with weights and exercise with a personal trainer, and that isn’t so much fun. After years of sitting behind a desk, my joints and muscles are screaming from the new exertion and strain I’m placing on these old bones.

Another one of my priorities was to study the bible. Not just reading a chapter a day to get through some sort of reading plan, but to read it and truly understand its meaning. Reading the fun parts of the Bible is a little like Zumba. It’s fun, I like the characters I’m introduced to, and after the initial workout I’m feeling good—like I really accomplished something. But my muscles aren’t screaming in protest.

So a few weeks ago I pulled out a book a friend loaned me, LIVING BY THE BOOK. I equate this book to a set of 10 pound weights that I hope will stretch my spiritual muscles and leave me sore for a few days, but eventually stronger in my understanding of the Bible.

Don’t we all do things we don’t want to do but know it’s good for us? So why should our spiritual lives be any different?

I want my grandchildren to remember their Mimi by my tenacity to finish what I start. I want to be a toned, muscled grandma with a spiritual side to her equal to none. I believe I have the tools to accomplish this, I just have to make the commitment to use them.

Can anyone relate?

(It’s been a fun-filled Thanksgiving weekend, my video will be posted tomorrow)