grace

Last Wednesday, I was invited by two ladies in my church to come to the yoga class our church has on Mondays.

Oh, no way. I thought. Yoga is something I did a lot of pre-injury. Something I miss dearly, along with running and swimming and biking.

"But it is extra gentle yoga!" they assured me. "I bet you could do it!"

I decided to go tonight but be very careful.

It was the most at peace and blessed I have felt in a long time.

The instructor would begin before every change of move with "If it feels right for your body..." Sometimes it did not. And I wouldn't do it. And that was fine. The word grace kept popping in my head through the whole practice. Honor where my body is on the journey right now. It's not a good place, but that place must be honored. And give myself grace for where I am today.

It did not matter that my bridge pose was less than a centimeter off the floor. And it didn't matter that my cobra pose was more of a tiny, infant baby cobra. It was a safe place, with very few people that were so loving and open and beautiful in their welcoming of me.

There are many Christians that do not believe yoga is "Christian." Today, God's grace flowed through these ladies, through this man who led the practice, and God's peace of acceptance of where I am on the journey was very present. Praise God for the blessing of this day.

Namaste.