Waiting for Eternity

Exercise is such a habit. Having fallen in and out of it over the years, I know falling out is much easier. And yet, I’m always convincing myself that this particular work week is crazier than usual and it’s just this one little day I’ll be missing, and maybe the next. I promise myself that I’ll get back on track. You know the drill, right? Before you can say “chocolate rocks” the habit’s officially broken and I know it’ll take a supreme effort to get my exercise groove reestablished. Right now I’m trying to get my Total Gym worked back into the routine as exercise equipment instead of serving as a handy dandy bench for the suitcase that remains in the perpetual state of getting packed or unpacked. Deep Sigh. Chuck Norris would not be pleased.

Beloved Hubby and I have had just about every piece of exercise equipment on the market at some time or other during our married lives, each taking a turn in the corner of our bedroom, most of them late night sucker purchases from an infomercial. None proved to be the magic bullet we hoped they might become. We’ve often said our dream machine would grab us as we walk by, slap cuffs on our wrists, and restrain us until we met the daily minimum. Of course, we both know that’s not going to happen. Besides, we’d learn to walk just out of the thing’s reach in no time. Bottom line, pun intended, the best exercise equipment can only offer access to a healthy body, never a guarantee.

This morning I was trying to recite my current memory verse, when I stopped to consider the word access. The second chapter of Ephesians says we have access to God through the sacrifice of Jesus Christ. While that’s an awesome promise it doesn’t guarantee that you’ll ever enjoy His sweet fellowship. Please don’t wait for God to hogtie you and drag you into His wonderful presence. You’ll be waiting for eternity, literally.

Hugs,
Shellie