The year my Holy Yoga journey started in 2014 turned out to be one of the most difficult years. Six people very close to me, including my dad passed away. All of them before their time, and two more people with serious health issues. Holy Yoga was a grace that helped me process emotionally, release physically and lay it all down in worship spiritually. Prior to Holy Yoga, I had never stepped foot in a yoga class before. I had shyed away from them because of the spiritual implications. In April, I had read an article from The Register newspaper. The title was "A Prayerful Pose" Holy Yoga classes blend exercise with prayer in search of a powerful, 'full-body' worship experience. That sounded right up my alley. I finally felt comfortable trying yoga, and was excited to step into Holy Yoga. Well, the first thing I found was that it was a lot more challenging than I expected, but the classes were so full of grace for each level. It is actually the first exercise (truth be told, I don't really enjoy exercising) practice that is slow enough and mindful enough that I can have a conversation with the Lord as I bring myself to my edge. It is helping me build patience for myself and for others too. I have come to fall in love with the practice. The seemingly insignificant incrimental changes over time build strength and grace. It is nothing short of transformational. It whispers of my transformation in Christ. The repitition of turning to the Lord in prayer or His Word, and one day you find your foundation is firm. Holy Yoga is time I set aside to worship The Lord and meditate on His Word and what He would say to me. Body, soul and spirit. It really is a full engagement of heart, soul, strength and mind. (Duet. 6:5, Luke 10:27)
The journey of a thousand miles begins with one step. Lao Tzu
And surely, I Am with you always, even to the ends of the age. Jesus
