P.E., physical education, gym class, not my happiest hour in school.  I’ve mentioned my lack of athleticism in my blogs before. I had/have a very good attitude for participation, but coordination for sports wasn’t my “thing.” Eighth grade was a nightmare for me, as P.E. class was coming to an end, the gym teacher would say “run two laps before you head to the showers.”  Oh, my goodness, running was really NOT my thing. UGH!  Off to the track we trotted, I was mid-pack, but within a ¼ lap, I was last. Sigh! A really sweet friend, Alice, would finish her two laps (she was a gazelle, with long legs and COULD RUN) and would come back and run with me until my laps were finished.  I have never forgotten her kindness.

I love to swim, have even taught others how to swim. I love volleyball, though don’t jump for those high spikes over the net.  I love walking, even in the rain and snow. Guess it is the fresh air I love. Anyway, I just thought I’d share that God knows our every weakness and strength. We are HIS children and loved unconditionally. He doesn’t care that I don’t run fast. Weak or strong. Tall or short. Athletic or disabled. Long hair, short hair. Deuteronomy 33:3 “How he loves his people—His holy ones are in his hands.” Here is what I know: Because I believe, I am in His care. When my time on earth is done, I just have a strong feeling that I will be running, like a gazelle, through the gates of heaven and I won’t be last. 

Trust in the Lord with all your heart.

Jill