I hope my muscles grew stronger this summer. That was the idea anyway. My muscles for dreaming, for loving, for choosing life, for facing fears, for surviving loss. It always hurts when your muscles grow stronger. ...and it always get's better. Lamentations 3:22 "Because of the Lord's great love we are not consumed, for his compassions never fail. They are new every morning; great is your faithfulness."
As I grow my muscles as an artist, I'm always frustrated with my limitations. Here's the thing though: tomorrow is a new day. Like the Larry Norman song, "Lead me on, lead me on, lead me on where you're going / my body's tired, but my heart's inspired, and my hunger's growing."
