Last Sunday a guest speaker came to our church. It was a man who was born with Muscular Dystrophy. His sermon was totally unrelated to what I'm about say...
As he was talking, it hit me like a ton of bricks! Who the hell am I? I sit here and complain about exercising. I say, "I hate exercising", etc. I realized though, that being able to exercise my body is not a burden or chore, but a gift - not everyone was given that gift. There are people like this man, that would give anything to be able to move a muscle again and here I am complaining! Wow! What a different perspective!
