Daddy

I cannot call Him Daddy, yet it rings truer and truer in my ear,
The closeness to His tenderness is what I seem to fear,
I have no memory with my father of this deep connection,
But He continues to beckon me to call upon Him in this deep reflection,
What is it about this word that demands my attention so?
As if this intimacy I once used to know,
Something so familiar and safe yet so distant,
I hear Him calling my name I cannot resist
Him begging me to call Him Daddy.

Funny things we do at gyms

I was at the gym yesterday and the funniest thing happened (and by funniest thing, I mean the funniest thing that has happened at a gym). Warming up on a treadmill next to me was a guy who was doing some stretches on the treadmill, fairly typical. But then he started into some deep stretches that mimicked a ballet dancer, and he goes at it for a good 5 minutes. At this point the awkwardness is pretty apparent, people (me) are spying from their peripheral. Then he starts running, finally, but then he starts galloping.....like a gazelle! Every other step is a leap into the weirdest workout I've ever seen, and one step closer to me bursting out in laughter. Oh man it was so hard not to laugh.

The gym is a funny place.