When I woke up this morning, I didn't imagine that the day would unfold... uhhhh... the way it did.
Can't really go into details, but I will say this: I'll be able to get back to going to the gym now. Big time. And with the change in my metabolism, it will be interesting to see how things turn out. I don't think I've gone for so long without lifting weights in the past ten years of my life.
Man! Am I gonna be hurting on Friday! Good thing I haven't canceled my membership.
Figured out what's up, maybe?
I'm doing fine. Better than fine.
I'll admit there's an undercurrent of anxiety. As in, haven't I had enough financial hardship for this decade? But overall, I emerged victorious. I countered nastiness, pettiness, and short-sightedness with kindness, graciousness, honesty, and openness. And I was victorious.
Last Wednesday night, I prayed for healing of the situation. When I did so, I'll admit it was half-hearted. I thought that the situation was beyond God's help. It didn't seem to me as though there was any way out. But that's how I feel. Healed.
So... like... Wow!
But if you hear of a good opening, drop me an email.