If you are anything like me, time is always a hot commodity. Days are just busy, busy, busy. You need to work. You need to clean. You need to do laundry. You need to find some time to work out. You need some time with Jesus. And you need to cook. For me, that last one was always hard. I just didn’t like to cook. Mind you, I did cook. I even cooked well for my family, but I just didn’t like it. Years ago, I was even a stay at home mom and did not like to cook.
Back in the good, old days, okay, even just 20 years ago, kids went outside during recess and in the neighborhood to play games like Tag, Freeze Tag, Red Light, Green Light and more. Kids, especially girls, would spend countless minutes swinging or jumping rope. Even jumping rope on one foot. These games were a great break from school and were a great way to gather up neighborhood friends and just play. Very little equipment needed, just your body and mind.
Well, I did it! After a 3 month hiatus because of holidays, travel, and just cold weather, I completed my 3 mile run yesterday and in the time that I was hoping for. Not fast by any means, but at least steady.
It’s a cold March morning here in Virginia and I am listening to music. I love music! Love it! I really love all genres of music. So, have you ever heard that song “Come to the Altar” by Elevation Worship? “Come to the Altar” is such a blessing to me each and every time I hear it. What does that mean though? Come to the Altar? Which altar? I don’t have an altar, or so we think.