Strength Is Sacred
I saw a TikTok the other day that stopped me dead in my tracks. Giselle Moreno said:
“Laziness isn’t holy. Get up. Pray. Move. You weren’t made for comfort. You were made to carry a cross.” (@Giselle Moreno)
“Laziness isn’t holy. Get up. Pray. Move. You weren’t made for comfort. You were made to carry a cross.”
And I literally felt the Holy Spirit whisper: “Maria, it’s time to stop making excuses. It’s time to move.”
I’ve been looking back at old videos of myself, strong, fit, and defined. Abs showing. Muscles I worked so hard for. And my first thought? “Wow, I miss that version of me.”
But as I sat there, scrolling and reflecting, the Lord started showing me something deeper:
This isn’t about vanity. It’s not about fitting into a pair of jeans or being the “perfect wife” like it was before. It’s about obedience. It’s about being ready, physically, spiritually, and emotionally, for the life He’s calling me to live.
The Bible says in 1 Corinthians 6:19-20:
“Do you not know that your bodies are temples of the Holy Spirit, who is in you, whom you have received from God? You are not your own; you were bought at a price. Therefore honor God with your bodies.”
When I read that today, it hit me differently than ever. My body isn’t just a vessel; it’s a temple. A place where the Holy Spirit lives. A tool I’ve been given to carry out God’s work on this earth. And if I neglect it, if I let laziness take root, I am not stewarding what He entrusted me with.
So yes, love your body, nurture it, strengthen it. Move it. Fuel it. And stop excusing comfort. Comfort never grows faith. Comfort never grows discipline. Comfort never makes a woman ready for the cross she’s called to carry.
And oh, friends, this isn’t just for me. This is for my family. For the ranch. For my future children. For the life I’ve been given. When I am strong, fit, and full of energy, I can show up fully, in my marriage, my ministry, my parenting, and my service to the Lord.
Fitness isn’t just physical. It’s spiritual. It’s emotional. When we deny our flesh, push past discomfort, and choose discipline, we are training our spirit. We are walking in obedience. We are saying, “Lord, I will not let laziness define me. I will not let weakness define me. I will honor You with my body and my life.”
I’m tired of living in comfort. I’m tired of excuses. I’m tired of looking at what I used to be and wishing I were still there. God didn’t call us to sit back and watch life pass us by.
He called us to carry our cross, to endure, to move, to fight, to sweat, to push, and to rise every single day in faith and action.
I’m going to pray, move, and honor God with this temple He’s given me. Because when I am faithful in the small things, in my health, my discipline, my habits, it changes everything else.
Fitness is worship. Strength is sacred. Discipline is discipleship. And comfort? Comfort can take a back seat, because we weren’t made for comfort. We were made to carry a cross.
And I’m ready.
