Finally
After missing my walk for the three days of the snow situation, this morning I finally got to suit up and head out on the Hammond Hwy for my two miles. It was chilly, I grant you that. The north wind made sure I knew that walking against it on the way home would make my nose run.
Dennis had had his oatmeal by the time I got home. I needed to catch my breath first. I did wind down by stripping a bed and starting the laundry. Oh yes, my oatmeal was much appreciated when I sat down with the steaming bowl that wafted the cinnamon aroma.
When I reflect on a day such as this one, I am thankful that my Lord has given to His children strong hearts. He has made sure that our heart within us is the strongest muscle that he created. The heart can withstand a barrage of physical challenges, and emotional heartache that could rock us to our core. It continues to beat for us to carry on with the life that He has set out for us. It is an amazing one-ness of the our heart and our soul. He raises us up. With His hand on our shoulder . . . we endure. We seek the path that leads us to Him. We thrive to leave the earthly pain in His hands so we may put it in perspective as we lay our head down in rest to greet the next day.