May 26, 2025 – Always Moving

It’s been a few days since I made the quiet but powerful decision to heal my relationship with exercise. I’ve been kind to myself. I commit to at least one minute a day. Sometimes I do more, but when there’s no fuel left in the tank, I give myself the grace to honor even that one minute — a moment to celebrate my strength, not dwell on my weakness. And you know what? I’ve improved.

Doing less is rarely anyone’s first solution, but so often, it’s the only one that truly works.

For 14 days across the Atlantic, the treadmill was my steady friend. At home, it feels more like a distant cousin — someone I mean to catch up with, but when we finally meet, the conversation stalls. Familiar, yet awkward.

Why was it so easy to walk on the treadmill while on the cruise?

As I walked slowly and prayerfully this morning, the answer came to me.

On the ship, even though I was walking in place, the vessel was still moving — taking me to incredible destinations. One mile on that same rhythmic stride, and I’d wake up in Bermuda. Another round on the rat wheel, and suddenly, I was in London. The motion felt meaningful because, even in my repetition, something greater was carrying me forward.

And that, I realized, is exactly what life with God feels like.

Most days, it seems like I’m walking in circles, stuck in the same routine. But outside of my effort — beyond what I can see or control — God is moving the ship. His plans are unfolding. I wake up, and there I am — in an indescribable place I could never have reached on my own.

The treadmill may not move, but the journey still does.