So of course I thought I would just mention it here. You can get it on Amazon! And from B&N.com, and from Kalos. I’m pretty sure if you preordered it this means you will soon be holding it in your very own hands instead of just gazing hopelessly at the picture. And remember, it’s a year long devotional so you can set it lovingly beside your journal and your bible and your new workout plan on January 1st and then come back in Lent and wipe the dust and grime off and then leave it there again until the next January 1st. The Main Thing is to go on feeling a failure day by day. That’s what I’m going to do, that’s why I wrote the book.
Speaking of which–not book writing but failure–I’ve fallen so far from “getting in the best shape of my life” that I’ve inched away even from the familiar terrors of Jillian Michaels (who was I kidding, I wasn’t going to work out for twenty-five minutes every day for thirty days) to the Even Better awfulness of the 7 Minute Workout App. I don’t have twenty minutes, I say every morning. But maybe I could have seven? After day three I’m happy to say I don’t even have seven. So I’m just as fleshy as ever, which is awesome, because Thanksgiving was Delicious and Christmas is going to be also very very tasty.
Reading the Bible, Working Out, Trying To Be A Better Person, add in any law you might have made for yourself and then measure God’s love for you by how well you stick to it. OR just wander through this new fresh shiny month agog that God, who didn’t have to bother to create, and certainly didn’t have to bother to redeem, did both. That he came himself into the world. Marigold laboriously copied out, “You are the Light of the World,” in her copybook yesterday. “That’s funny,” I said. “I though Jesus was the Light of the World. I wonder how you can be the little of the world?”
“I dunno,” she shrugged and drew a weird picture of a person completely on fire. And I thought, neither do I know, really. How can God’s light so transfer to be my light? This is a great mystery. Just like how this little book came into existence at all. A great and wonderful mystery to me. But I’m grateful. And I hope some of you out there will find it helpful. And if not, foist it on some passer by who is making one of those cool christmas trees out of stacked up books. It’s bound to be good for something.
And now I will arise and lie prostrate on the floor in front of my phone while it announces seven minutes worth of excersices. Totally going to #nailit.
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