and the beat goes on.

last night, i had ice cream for dinner. cookies and cream. and a bit of a brownie. because it was sarah's birthday and i spent my dinner hour kicking my own but on a yoga mat on the living room floor. i used weights and did things like 100 squats, leg lifts, "the fly" and more. the cat was confused. so was kolby. and so was my body that is used to working up a sweat in the gym or on a run. not in the living room with the wood floors creaking from the weight of me doing 120 chest presses and then 30 pushups - followed by crunches, the bridge and dead lifts.

then B and i went on a walk through our neighborhood and i loved it. the breeze, the temperature, the way that kolby pooped in the neighbor's yard the ONE time i didn't have a poop pick-up bag.

and then, the girls came over for small group. and we had brownies and ice cream for sarah's birthday. and we watched this rob bell nooma about how when we are going through the storm, that's when god holds us closest. and i'd seen it before. this nooma about rain and storm and god's love for us and the way that if we just trust him, we'll make it out - but somehow this time, it made more sense.

because i have come out of the storm. or of one of many. but i'm here. standing on solid ground. and wood floors that squeak when i walk on them.