today in yoga, I couldn’t get a pose down. My teacher even gave me private help after class and I still couldn’t.
I wasn’t strong enough.
The whole rest of class I was shaky and felt like melting in a puddle of defeat and shaky tears knowing there was a deeper root in all of this somewhere.
Yoga has a way of bringing that icky deep stuff out.
There’s always something in life that triggers the icky for all of us.
I run from it.
I hide behind literally ANYTHING to avoid the unprocessed feelings, leaving them in a tight tight knot.
but I’m working on the untying.
and so can you.
I let the icky settle in my heart a bit on the way home and sat on my stairs outside my front door.
With no desire, i played a worship song in my ears with lyrics to penetrate the soul,
and I wept.
And I spoke what words I could, out loud to the lord.
I vented to him.
And I got up,
and I moved on with the day.
I chose not to hide this time.
I will feel. I will process. I will go to Jesus. I will surrender. And I will overcome.
I will trust that He WILL give me what I need to get through it.
And He will for you too.