30May2012 muscle memory Posted in diary of a wife by angie wirthlin My spirit, who I really am…is like a muscle. I work her out, she is torn , she is sore, she takes a break, and then…she comes back stronger, and we do it all over again. Thankful this morning for faith. Share this: Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr More Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Like Loading... Related