Something Old, Something New

I went for a run tonight. Even though it was raining, I really enjoyed it. I like the alone time and the personal challenge that running provides me. But, because of injury, I haven't been running (other than one time two weeks ago) since I ran a 10K in November.
I have been staying active, using workout videos through Beachbody on Demand. I've been fairly consistent, too, because of different accountability groups I've participated in. Last week, though, I started something I never thought I would do-yoga.
When I've tried yoga in the past, I always giggle through what the instructor is saying. This time, though, I was determined to get past that. And, with the help of some friends, I've been practicing yoga for one whole week.
I wasn't sure I would practice tonight, since I ran. But, I didn't want to disappoint my friends, so I did. Now, if you are familiar with practicing yoga, what I'm about to say won't surprise you. I feel so much stronger and relaxed than I ever have after a run. I still can't do many of the poses without modifying, but I haven't given up and I'm seeing improvement.
Why am I sharing this? I'm excited that I have friends who have helped me try new things and stay committed to exercise, even through injury. Is this something you're interested in? I'd love to help you, too! I will be starting an accountability group on May 1st, and I'd love to have you join me!

Journeys

Over Easter, my parents drove 1000 miles in less than 24 hours to come visit my family. They arrived on Good Friday evening. And because they both have jobs, they left on Easter Sunday afternoon so they could be at work on Tuesday morning.
What an honor it was to have them here (at our new house) for the first time. We cleaned (as much as two adults with five children 8 and younger can clean) and cooked and waited for them to come. While they were here we enjoyed every second of the time we spent with them. And when they had to go, we were sad to see them leave.
It's significant that my parents came over Easter. Their journey has had me thinking of Jesus' journey, the sacrifice he made for me over 2000 year ago. He traveled from heaven to Earth to live and die for me. Do I spend as much time getting ready for Jesus' second coming as I did getting ready for my parents' visit? Not at all!
But Jesus does not regret coming for me, or for you either. He simply asks us to love him and know that he has done the rest. And this is what motivates us to do all the other things: to share Jesus with others; to cook and clean; to care for children; to drive the bus. Whatever you or I do we do it to honor Jesus for the honor he bestowed on us by making us God's forgiven children.
I pray that when my children are grown I will have the opportunity to share my love for them the way my parents showed me their love over Easter. Now I have the opportunity to show my love for my Savior in everything I do.