In the beginning I only took off amongst the secluded spaces. The neighbors most likely I decided would raise their eyebrows or gawk at the thickness of my girth.
Now I’m in a rhythm and there’s no need to pause, no concern over possible crossing paths or shimmying thighs.
A year ago I learned what a plank was and I held it a minute and a month ago I decided I could run.
It’s not much at all to do with a number, the scale or the age.
It’s more about time to try because trying is timely.
I happened upon words drawing me in closely via twitter.
Modern publication, online and I imagined modern spaces with wide, high narrowly sleek windows with views.
Maybe teleworkers technically expert and polished
Young men and women committed to this publication and their enthusiasm to enthuse others towards Christianity using brave and open perspective…
I was intrigued.
I dropped down the “Submissions” page and I decided to try.
I introduced the editors to my art and to my words.
There was interest in my art, possibly maybe if I’d like to try, one day my words.
The best of all, besides the again, decision to try?
The best thing is that I said precisely what I felt God wanted me to say in response to the questions and I know there’s no way I will ever know how someone or some ones might decide to try as well.
Might become immersed in creativity of their own regardless of time or age or fear.
If you’re curious in nature and especially drawn to truths, you’ll want to read the articles gathered in a place called “Fathom”.
Overwhelmed, I’m overwhelmed.
Visit here if you’d like to see grace, all grace towards me, nothing but grace.