If It Doesn’t Hurt –
How many times did I hear “If it doesn’t hurt, you’re not doing enough.” That is what I heard after having my knee replacement surgeries and exercise was not debatable. Thankfully here I am thirteen years later and I can do what is needed and the knees are bearing up well. On a scale of one to ten, the pain is a one minus. There are times as I am rounding the corner of the county road and I can see the Stauffer Avenue street sign as the walk is just about finished, I do wonder what the heck I am trying to prove. No . . . by the time I am that close to home, I could not carry on a conversation without pauses in between words. The last half mile does make the heart pump a bit harder, but still all is very doable.
I have nothing to prove but much to strive for. Being strong enough to carry my body on a two mile walk allows me the assurance that I can continue taking care of my ole cowboy, our home, our yard and most of all . . . myself. The last thing I want is to cause the most precious in my life 
concern over how I take each day. There is nothing wrong with being weary at the end of the day. In all honesty there are very few evenings when I can feel a part of my body and call it an ache or a pain. I feel better when I have worked up a bit of a sweat and sleep comes easily when the body is calling for rejuvenation. After all, I am only a steward of what God has allowed me. I want to take care of it well and with a good attitude.