I have to admit that I was timid at first. I didn't want to fall and hurt my hands, which don't need any more damage. But on the second run, I decided to pray my way down. I commented on how gorgeous the lake looked beyond the snowy mountain. I thanked God for the ability/strength to ski and asked to enjoy the process and not conquer it. The amazing thing as that as I prayed my way down each and every run, I got more aggressive and skied harder/better. Before you know it, I was tearing up the slope. God gave me a gift of the moment, and I accepted it.
How many times do we miss the gifts? Keep your eyes open wide and your spirit willing.
PS All the exercise (five days a week) and weight training that I do equipped me to have a fabulous time without getting tired or being sore. Being fit isn't for the sake of being fit...it is to make the most of this life we have been given!
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