Arms.

I used to have a yoga teacher named Ahna. She once told me that we hold our confidence in our arms.

For the most part, I agree with her. Just think about the movements our arms create.

Painting a wall. Pulling someone in close for a hug. Stirring a pot of risotto.

Picking up a child or a dog or whatever you find especially enjoyable.

Pulling yourself through the pool. Throwing a bike on top of your car.

All of these take confidence, some of them take strength, a few of them take both.

So I’m cleaning up the apartment mess of the weekend, and this song plays. And I love it. And I think about…arms.

And how the world is a better place when we’re humbly confident with them.

Now faith is confidence in what we hope for and assurance about what we do not see. This is what the ancients were commended for. Hebrews 11:1-2