So many awesome choices, at times they paralyze us. Do choices equate to freedom?
Tori Kayson
He’s a good, good daddy…
“Dad, stop! Stop! Scott fell out!” Brown eyes huge with panic, a healthy dose of fear paralyzed our eight-year-old son midway in the motor home.
Hubby was driving a new-to-us, thirty-foot camper. Confused, he glanced in the rearview mirror, all the way to the back where I had been entertaining our two kids. Our eighteen-month old had bounced off the bed and landed where our eldest son couldn’t see him.
“It’s all right. Scott didn’t fall out,” I assured both my husband and son. “But you might want to pull over.” Digging a wiggling toddler, who hadn’t yet realized his predicament, from the side of the mattress and the carpeted wall, might require more strength than I could muster. Plus our oldest needed reassurance that his younger brother was actually safe inside the camper, not left behind on the pavement. He needed to know that he wasn’t alone with his fear and that we were there for him…
Stretch those Muscles
Married to an adventurous foodie husband, I can’t afford to allow excess pounds to linger. So, at fifty-four years old, I joined my first gym. A friend called me brave. I quickly realized, though, that it took more courage to face what was inside of me rather than the actual building.
Fear.
Which muscles of yours need stretching? What holds you back?
Lots of awesome articles in May’s edition of SIBYL Magazine: For the Spirit and Soul of Woman, written by women willing to expose their souls and share their personal journeys. Come find encouragement in my story, Stretch those Muscles, on page 13.
Weaving a Legacy of Grace 