I approach my mat with stiff muscles. They mirror the stiffness of my mood sometimes. Arms go overhead and they stretch to the right. Ahh, I feel some release. There is hope. The left side opens to the stretch and I extend just a little more. More hope. My legs go up and I watch just how far they want to go. I hope after a few minutes they will go a little farther overhead.
I am so grateful for hope. That feeling that lifts the heart and stills the soul. I believe in the author of that hope. He is my Savior. He meets me on the yoga mat and whispers to me that I can.
you hold on as well as you’re able
You’ve been here for a long long time
Hope has a way of turning its face to you
just when you least expect it
you walk in a room
you look out a window
and something there leaves you breathless
you say to yourself
it’s been a while since I felt this
but it feels like it might be hope.
Mercy River is here with a link to this song. It is worth listening too.
I write on Fridays with a large group who inspire me. Only five minutes and without much thought to perfection. I write, prompted by one word that sends my thoughts to the keyboard and hopefully make sense.