Persevering When Your Knees are Tired

Our small tribe has been touched again by the death of a very loved young person. And, once again, we arrive to a new day with more questions than answers.

I don’t know about you, but my mind would like to go to the easy place of throwing in the towel.

It might just be so much easier to hit the snooze button rather than wake up and join Jesus for tea/coffee. It would be momentarily more pleasant to let loose with a stream of expletives in the comfort of my car when the next terrible driver follows me too closely or cuts me off, feeding my anger rather than praying for the safety of all on the road. It would be more fun to go for a mimosa brunch, rather than sit between the squirmy toddler and stinky older person in Mass. It would be just a little bit too easy to drift away from the practices that I know tether me (which at times feels loosely) to Jesus.