Destruction
That’s the word my yoga instructor used this morning during my workout. It was a virtual class, so I was practicing social distancing like the governor has mandated. But that is what she said.
To be honest this wasn’t my first time doing this particular class, but this was the first time that the word really struck me the way it did this morning.
The practice began in child’s pose (Balasana), which is apparently named for the Hindu god of destruction or transformation. I don’t really focus on that aspect of yoga as much because I serve one God and He’s the God of all. But I have to admit this intrigued me that in this season, of my life where life as everyone knows it is in a huge transformation process, that this would be the workout I choose.
But when I heard the word destruction my mind immediately went to conversation I had with a close friend where they made me notice a character flaw that I need to work on in myself. Then this morning my reading plans talked about identity and it fit right in with what we talked about. It made me realize that I am still right in the middle of becoming and I still have a lot of work to do. it was humbling to say the least and exactly what I needed to be reminded of.
I am in fact a work in progress and maybe I need to let God take a sledgehammer to some of these character flaws I struggle with. Or at least to my pride. That’s a big one for me I am realizing. Not often but sometimes I can definitely be prideful and it’s kind of disgusting.
So, the destruction of my body to build muscle began on the mat this morning but the destruction of everything in me that isn’t like God is ongoing. It’s scary but Abba I am ready.
Round 2
