I’m certain I have mentioned in my blog before that athleticism is a gene that skipped me. My mother was very athletic, ice skating, field hockey, archery, tennis, rifle shooting skills, and more.  My brother was all conference guard in football, played baseball, was on the wrestling team, taught boating, also shoots well, played tennis and more.  My dad was an accountant and played the piano very well and also taught piano, but the athletic gene was missing for him. Then there is me.  Guessing I absorbed my dad’s lack of athletic prowess, “gym class” was not my favorite part of the day.  I do have a good sense of humor and one high school PE teacher said my laughter at not being very athletic is why she always gave me a good passing grade. I always participated, just was never a huge asset to the team, lol.   A sweet friend with the agility of a deer and long legs, would run her laps and return to jog with me (as I was usually last) and keep me company on finishing the assigned track runs. I can swim very well and have taught swimming, but running across the gym floor to bound up and onto the gymnastic “horse” or tiptoe agilely across a raised balance beam just was not my forte.

        My lack of athleticism is not an issue for God.  He wants us to find balance but it does not have to be walking a beam. He loves us unconditionally and is there for us to lean on and find strength.  I don’t have to be weighed down with burdens and concerns.  Any time I experience stress or feel tension, I know my source.  Closing my eyes, meditating, reading some favorite scripture passages and I am right back on course….not running to jump on a gym horse, but I am right back in stride with my dear Savior. He keeps me balanced and showers me with His peace that passes all understanding.

Jill