I've heard people say, “Take care of
your body, it’s the only one you've got,” so I run. Not because I love running
(occasionally I do) but because someday I may be 85.
This morning (Sunday) at 7:30 it was 80
degrees with 90% relative humidity. I hate running. As is often the case on
such outings, God and I converse. Well, I do the talking and He listens…except
today.
We live on a hill, of sorts, and the
route I take goes through the orchard down in the river bottom. There are two
ways to get back up to our house. One way the hill is steep and quite short.
The second way is less steep but very long. Both routes bring me to the top of
the hill and, ultimately, rest.
Today I took the less steep route
because, honestly, I was struggling in the last mile. That’s when God spoke; not
in words…He doesn't do that with me…but with a thought.
As I near the end of my life I will
struggle physically, we all will, because my body will stop
performing the life-sustaining functions it does now. That performance-reduction will either be gradual or sudden. My preference is for the latter; stay
relatively healthy and mobile until the very end then croak.
So, 80 degrees and 90% relative humidity
may have been hard today but I just made another deposit in my health account…
