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: Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr More Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Like Loading... Related