For many years, I saw God's heart in a way that was very fixed. And in this fixed image of God, I was blinded to His heart. In effect, I made God devoid of any and all emotion. And myself? A mere project in need of fixing.
After a few weeks of doing some at-home workouts, aside from being “sore” a few days in a row, I saw very little results from my sweaty workouts.
My husband assured me that “these things” took time. He was quite the professional at this point in coaching and encouraging me through any postpartum woes. We just had our third child. But I wanted some sort of results. Anything to motivate me to keep at it.