Club Fitness has become a big part of my life these days. Since this is a Godwriting™ blog, I must think of how to connect the gym to Godwriting.

The first thought that comes into my mind is that they are both practices. There is value in the daily practice, and yet the daily practice has to be for something.

Why do I Godwrite? I Godwrite because Godwriting fills my heart.  This is more than just feeling good to me. There is that, yet there is much more to it than that.  I feel that I am doing God’s Will. That is enough for me, and yet there is more. Because I am privileged to share the words I receive, I am doubly blessed or triply or infinitely. Because of Godwriting, I can begin to know how blessed I am, and I can begin to learn wisdom. I can also feel in my best moments, that Godwriting is for the glorification of God. As I write that, I’m not sure what that really means, but, of course, I like the expression glorification of God and the way it makes me feel to say that.

Going to a gym cannot possibly compare, and yet I find myself eager to go to the gym. This is incredible because I have never been exactly what you would call physically-oriented.

Godwriting is a gift God gave to me, and I have to think that my membership in the gym is also a gift God gave to me. The new owner gave me the privileges that the original owner reneged on. That there is a new owner has made going there a pleasure for all.

Why do I go, and why do I want to go? I would like to be strong and healthy, of course. I suppose I could say I go to the gym for health and strength and energy. I also like to think that it will help me fit into clothes that no longer fit. I suppose I could say it’s become a hobby I like. I can think of many reasons, yet the real reason is that I have the opportunity and I want to go. Like Godwriting, I want to.

There are so many things in my life that I had never ever dreamed of, and, of course, there are also dreams I’ve had that never came true.  The gym is one of the dreams I didn’t know about. And that I would enjoy it so and feel that I belong there may not count as a miracle, but it sure is a nice surprise for me.

The other day Lauren and I were working out on the machines. One of the real muscle-builders who go into the back where all the weights are walked past us on his way to the back room. Often I feel invisible, you know, but as this man walked by, without missing a beat, he said, “Hi, guys.”

He said, “Hi, guys.”

Now I know I belong there.