YMCA

Happy Sabbath,

I had a good week. I returned from vacation and started back to work Monday night. I had in my mind that I wanted to get back into the gym and I also want to sign my son up for Taekwondo. I had to wait and see what they were doing with my part time work schedule and it appears as though things are returning to normal.  If I have to cut any costs, then I'll cut the quarterly exterminator treatments and the food bill. So far I'm seeing fewer spiders around here, no ants and no wasps mysteriously coming into my son's room.  I want to go through the year and see if any crickets show up.

About Wednesday I thought more about going to the YMCA and by Thursday, I decided I didn't want to wait until August 1st. I should just go get the membership on Friday.  And that was what I did. I haven't been to the Y in about 8 yrs (I had stopped because I started a new job and I couldn't afford it).

Prior to me starting,  on Thursday I met with four clients and for 3 of those clients,  the staff or team members without me asking started talking about them either attending the YMCA or needing to sign up. It was those three separate random but divinely appointed conversations as well as the verse of the day for Friday and additional commentary from Youversion that got me rolling. I was not aware the Olympics was going on in Paris as I don't follow those things. I listened to a video that further inspired me to get started.

After we signed up in person, I gave my son a tour of the facility and helped him train on some of the equipment.  Now he WANTS to put down the computer and become a gym bro (it's the funniest thing).

We also had a good time at VBS this week. I was in charge of the craft activities and the children made beautiful oyster/clams, beach ball twirliwigs and rainbow birds for the Thunder island theme.

Some children pressed my nerves a bit but overall it was a good experience and my son enjoyed being around the kids despite getting injured during a game of dodge block. Someone got the bright idea to throw jenga blocks instead of balls or other soft objects appropriate for dodgeball. He reinjured the same area as when we went to Walmart on Wednesday he was not looking and hit his head on the wall when entering Walmart by the carts door. He didn't duck. Poor thing. He's doing better and refused to go to the hospital.  I have ice packs and Tylenol and he has his biscuits and pizza so we are good.

I need to get off this thing but God is good. I thank Him for helping my son to feel better after busting his head (had to say it, I'm petty).
I thank God for confirming to me that we should move forward with restarting the YMCA. My son is becoming more health conscious and motivated. We can work out and encourage each other. He can be a mewed up sigma he wants to be and I don't have to blob out in old age. I am thankful for the financial means and time to do this. I am thankful I was able to see all my clients this week and be productive.

God is good.