The very first songs I play everyday when I sit down at my bench in the restaurant are a medley of hymns.
The hymns are chosen based on the devotional reading from the publication Our Daily Bread.
Last Sunday, a woman gently tapped me on the arm after Amazing Grace-Old Rugged Cross-Crown Him with Many Crowns.
“That’s exactly what I needed to hear,” she said with tears in her eyes.
And I know, with absolute certainty, that I am supposed to me on this particular bench, at this very specific moment, for an important reason.
A few days later, I’m on another bench, at an unfamiliar gym, because my home gym has a power outage.
The head judge of most Michigan bodybuilding competitions is training a client right next to me.
And because the bench press has always been the weakest of all my lifts, I’m hesitant to begin.
“I’m the smallest guy here,” I whisper to my coach.
“That doesn’t matter,” she tells me, “You have the biggest heart.”
With that, I begin.
In the end, it wasn’t a personal best kind of workout, but it wasn’t the worst either.