Papa Bear's been calling me Peter Pan.

Although I have been experiencing some wonderful prayer and praise times during my morning jogs, my mind is not always in the right (deep-thinking, thankful, worshipful) place at six-thirty in the morning. I proved this on Friday, when, while standing in the kitchen chugging a tall glass of Emergen-C and stuffing a hard-boiled egg, I blurted, "I'm so jealous of my shadow!"

Since I'm running in the early morning sun, my shadow is long and lean, and quite the little show-off.

But I still have her beat in the afternoon.