TEARS

Today was a day for crying.


Some of being shocked and horrified - a friend of mine is awaiting a biopsy for possible cancer, while her husband has just lost his job, they are losing their house, and are being forced to move within the next two weeks.




Some of sheer joy - leading one of my favorite hymns of all time, but being completely unable to sing and just had to stand there directing with tears running down my cheeks.






Some of simply feeling humbled and receptive to the spirit. Learning once again how much I have to learn. Recognizing that it can only happen with God's help.









Sweat and tears sometimes seem necessary - today I got a lot of both out.

IT'S A SIGN

I believe in signs.

But only in good signs.

See, being superstitious, by definition, is a belief or notion NOT BASED ON REASON OR KNOWLEDGE.

So as long as you accept MY reasoning and/or beliefs, the rest of this blog will make perfect  sense.

I have just spent a lovely week in California with my daughter, and had casually discussed with her a heightened regime of exercise via my available animals (who all need more working out themselves) and regular visits to the gym to somehow justify the $47 that disappears out of my checking account each month.

And while driving home this evening, I was lightly considering methods to get going myself moving in more directions than simply towards the refrigerator when a stunning natural event presented itself.

A full moon rising in the midst of clouds over the Mule Mountains.

How could that be anything other than a sign as to encourage these thoughts concerning physical fitness, weight loss and heightened equine training?

It was a sign.

And I'm recording it so that I'll HAVE to pay attention to it.

And tomorrow if I'm still brave and excited about this sign, I will set some public goals to see if it will keep me motivated... or embarrassed enough to at least keep trying.