How to Heal Your Body And Soul

Something you may not know about me.⁠
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I love to ski.⁠
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I’m not a jumper, and I leave the moguls to those that get something out of the jarring.⁠
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But I love to ski.⁠
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I love the push of a blue just as much as I love the mental force of a black.⁠
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I love to ride the wonder carpet behind my littlest and listen to him chatter about an imaginary snowboard race he’s about to take part in.⁠
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I love the wiggle of skeletal trees when the wind puff’s its way across participant spotted runs.⁠
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I love the quiet chair lift ride, with my face exposed to the open air and the sound of joy braided into the sound of the fiberglass edge of a ski pushing through groomed snow.⁠
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I recently spent two years sitting on a couch while cancer and chemotherapy vied for my destruction. My lungs and muscles took a big hit and it’s taken a while to remind them that I’m really not as old as I have felt some days.⁠
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Being healthy enough to get out there and ski, gives me back a compelling.⁠
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A way to breath deep and listen to my own soul.⁠
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Skiing gives me a place to see the majesty of Christ’s power.⁠
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His power to heal me, and to love what has been sliced apart and made new.⁠
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His power to watch three kids bear downhill with a sense of boldness only granted to those who know that, once upon a time, today might not have been.⁠
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His power to stand a broken girl up on the precipice of faithfulness and fun, and slide down in surrender with skies overhead and saving grace gushing up under her coat. ⁠
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His power seen in a marriage that had every prescribed reason to fall apart, but instead fell into place and solidified itself in the concrete of covenant.⁠
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And, yes, all this happens out there on those hills.⁠
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Skiing gives me a chance to bend at the knee and brave the bumps and nod ‘yes’ at the beautiful way He’s allowed me to live this one life.⁠
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Skiing is a gift to me that I am so grateful for.⁠