For my black son and for my white son


Our powerful, almighty God is ushering the Body of Christ into a new season characterized by love, honor, gentleness, and power. He is transforming His people into beautiful leaders who observe carefully, speak wisely, and act bravely in defense of the defenseless. The young will long for freedom for those in physical captivity, spiritual bondage, and under societal persecution. The old will see the dreams of their youth resurrected, their hearts broken for the suffering, and their courage increased tenfold.

Those who love the Heavenly Father, follow after Jesus, and continually invite the empowering of the Holy Spirit into their lives will be a part of a great banquet feast. And as we feast on the goodness of God we will usher others to the banqueting table. Those who had been excluded because of class or color or culture will be embraced with open arms and given seats of honor and abounding love.

Those who have enslaving ideas, thinking about others in ways God never would, their minds will be renewed. Their hearts will be restored. Their spirit will be transformed by life-giving truth. That divine truth will literally set free those who have been slaves for centuries. They shall know the freedom of the Father and shower others with such freedom.

We will have eyes to see injustice. No longer will anyone yoked with Christ be able to turn a blind eye to the suffering of our spiritual brothers and sisters. Not only will we see with open eyes, but also our words, full of grace, will lead others out of their spiritual blindness. We will carry the power to transform the oppressors into liberators. Even the hardest of hearts will be softened. Even those bound up in religion and pride will be set free and propelled into a life of love and humility. Our actions, full of courage, will protect the oppressed. We will co-labor with Christ in a movement to defend the defenseless.

This will also be a season of beautiful reconciliation. Those who have carried hurts for years and years will trade their mourning for joy, their pain for healing, and their anger for a righteous thirst for justice and compassion. The powers of hell and darkness will tremble when we seek to forgive those who have done great injustices against us. God is releasing in us the power to forgive those who have caused the most terrible of hurts, and we will then lead a movement that will break the chains of unforgiveness in our generation. By radically loving those who persecute us, we will bring a Kingdom revival and culture of peace and honor to our children and our children’s children.

We will be a people who worship the Lord in unity. As one body, every tribe and every tongue, every clan and every culture shall love and honor one another. We will respect our differences, love our uniqueness, and treasure the power of collaborating together to bring others into the light, the truth of the Gospel. We will be a loving family. We will be a mighty army.  This calling will not be fulfilled by the indifferent or the lazy or the weak. This is the path for the passionate disciple, the courageous warrior, and the surrendered servant. Only the transformational work of Holy Spirit can ready us. And we cannot be prepared without giving up our emotional baggage, our past hurts, the lessons not learned from Christ; all these things must be laid down. And He who is faithful and powerful and loving will take this baggage and replace it with riches and gifts. Instead of insecurity we will know perfect love. Instead of pride and religion we will possess a gentle humility and total freedom. Instead of hate we will carry compassion. When we surrender to the will of God, we will be changed, and our families, our churches, our communities, even our world will experience beloved unity.

May we all surrender to the transformational power of our living God, creator of all mankind. May we invite Him every day to cleanse the thoughts of our hearts by the inspiration of the Holy Spirit, so we might perfectly love Him and worship Him by loving all His beautiful children.

This is an excerpt from Adventure Available: Discovering life with an extravagantly loving God.

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My Yellow Bikini

I went to a conference this weekend. We participated in a small group activity that some might think strange. We were practicing hearing Heavenly Father speak to us on behalf of others. In a small group of 3 or 4 individuals, we asked the Holy Spirit to give us revelation about a childhood memory for everyone in the group. Two women in the group received the same memory of me, saying that they saw me in a yellow bikini. I laughed because in 6th grade I bought a yellow two-piece bathing suit and it was my absolute favorite. I wore it on my first spring break trip with my youth group and had an awesome time. I also bought a yellow bikini for my honeymoon, an even more awesome trip! The third woman in my group did not see me in a yellow bikini, she saw me surrounded by hills. When I hear the word “hills” my mind always goes to my Emmanuel College Alma Matter song, “In the great warm heart of Georgia, towering o’er the hills.” Funny enough, my family used to vacation there before I left for college.

One of the women commented, “Maggie, I think God wants you to know you’re in a vacation season.”

Suddenly I felt a beautiful sense of relief. Quitting my job to market my book was a huge leap of faith. Writing and publishing the book was easy compared to actually selling it to people who don’t know me. I’ve put a lot of pressure on myself to meet certain goals pertaining to its success. And worrying about not meeting those goals only takes the fun out of what I’m doing. Truthfully, I am experiencing so much joy in this new way of life.

Friday I got to have great conversations with some CCCU colleagues I’ve never met face to face and share with them about my book. Last week I got to teach at our youth’s Wednesday night service about mutuality in service and mission, helping prepare them for a ministry trip to Nashville. Tuesday Rick and I got to commission them right before departure. Yesterday the Christians for Biblical Equality (CBE), one of my favorite organizations, published a blog I wrote! Next month I’m traveling to my old stomping grounds of Athens, Georgia to speak at a young adult service hosted by some dear friends. I honestly am at a loss for words to describe the fun and freedom I’m experiencing.

Rick got me a hammock for Mother’s Day and I’m committing to spending some serious time in that cozy space. I’m not going to stop working hard, but I am going to not let fear or stress ruin this time. Though I’ve never been great at sitting still, I am committing to rest long enough each day to lounge in that hammock, sipping chai tea, singing praises to my Savior, and experiencing the goodness and love of my Heavenly Father.


Margaret Grady Turner is the author of Adventure Available: Discovering Life with an Extravagantly Loving God. Purchase your copy on Amazon today.

Measuring Success

Two weeks ago I published my very first book. I gathered with friends at one of me and Rick’s favorite neighborhood spots, Brew’s Craft Beer and Espresso Bar, and celebrated what felt like an enormous accomplishment. The evening was perfect. My friend Brenda read aloud an excerpt from chapter one, a story about my friend Brittani, to whom the book is dedicated. My friend Megan got the book cover art framed for me and had all those attending the launch party sign it. My friend Nora presented me with a painting with an image the Lord gave her about this upcoming season in my life. My friend and pastor, Stephen, asked me pray over everyone in attendance that the Holy Spirit would encourage creativity in all our hearts. My phone continuously beeped with notifications, letting me know friends that were too far to be there for the party were tagging me in really sweet posts about the availability of the book on Amazon. I have the best friends in the world.

Obviously I have not yet achieved any real success with this project. I’m not getting asked to speak on any talk shows, I have not made it on any kind of best-seller list, and I haven’t even generated $100 in book sales. But that night made me realize that little victories celebrated with many companions are far more valuable than huge success without the love and support of those closest to you. And if I totally fall on my face and fail to achieve any of the goals I’ve set for Adventure Available, they’ll be there, loving and supporting me like they always have.

A week before launch I started freaking out about the book release, experiencing what I imagine is like an author’s version of stage fright.  I called AJ, my most literary friend, and asked if he would read the whole thing in just a couple of days for one last round of proofing. It was his graduation weekend and he was celebrating the accomplishment of earning his master’s degree in English. Still, he graciously agreed. In moments like these, you can only hope you are being the kind of friend your friends are being to you. For the sake of those I love, I hope I can sacrifice my time, give thoughtful gifts, and speak powerful words of encouragement. And I hope I will always rejoice in the celebratory moments of others as I would my own.

That might just be the best measure of success.

Preparing for Launch

It’s happening. FINALLY. I wrote a book and next Tuesday, one week from today, it will be launched into the universe.

And honestly, that is a bit terrifying.

Writing and publishing a book feels kind of like what I imagine posting naked pictures of yourself on the internet might feel like. It’s scary. You’re exposed. The vulnerability is a bit overwhelming. My thoughts, my feelings, and my personal experiences are just out there for the world to critique.

But it is exciting too. This endeavor is more than just publishing my first book. It is a crazy step into a new season. My trip to India last November totally rocked my world. God spoke a lot of things to my heart on that trip about my calling and future. As a result, I’m leaving my position at Southern Wesleyan University at the end of the month so I can promote the book and start working on the next one. For the first time in eight years I won’t have set office hours, a steady paycheck, or a fancy name plate with a title.

I believe the most beautiful things in our lives also come with the most risk. The safe life is rarely the satisfying life. So I’m making the jump. I’m driving into this new endeavor, not without fear, but with confidence that our stories are the most beautiful when we follow the Holy Spirit’s promptings.

I wrote this book, Adventure Available: Discovering life with an extravagantly loving God, because I believe early adulthood is a precious gift, a powerful season of life. It is not an extended adolescence, nor is it time to kill before a more important era begins. The twenties are a defining decade, the foundation for a life of adventure. I hope this work will inspire young adults, college students, and even those beyond their twenties to embrace the adventures available in life with God. I hope it will defeat any ideas that life in the Kingdom is boring or religious or limited. Mostly I hope my story will confirm the truth that our God is good, and ready and able to transform us into agents of love, hope, peace, and joy.

Here’s to the adventure!


Adventure Available: Discovering life with an extravagantly loving God will be available in ebook form through Amazon on May 24.



Judah’s Birth Story

Last May Rick and I celebrated our 7th year anniversary out in kayaks on beautiful Lake Jocassee. And it was out there on the water that we decided we did still want four kids and that we wanted them to be close in age. We had already begun searching for an adoption agency to help us adopt again from Ethiopia, but due to many programs being temporarily closed, we decided we would start “trying” for the next bio baby.

Fast forward to the fourth of July. Let’s just say sparks did not just fly in the sky that night, and little baby Judah was made *wink* *wink*

This go around I elected to receive prenatal care from the midwives at GHS and have an un-medicated water-birth at the hospital. I had done a lot of research about water-birth and had a lot of friends who had really positive experiences with this group of midwives, including my good friend and best doula ever, Lindsay.

In preparing for birth I read Ina May’s Guide to Childbirth, and finally watched The Business of Being Born, but the most helpful piece of preparation came from an online class called A Heavenly Welcome by Kierra Blaser. Regardless of what kind of birth you are planning, I highly recommend this class to any expectant mommy and daddy (Rick really liked it too). It really helped me get over any anxiety about my upcoming birth and reminded me that Holy Spirit is very present at all times and would certainly be there for Judah’s arrival.

On Tuesday of last week, I led some of my students from Southern Wesleyan University in a service project at our church. We were all on our hands and knees most of the morning and early afternoon painting old shutters and doors for part of kid’s department redesign. Later that evening around 5 PM I started having some Braxton Hicks just as Rick and I were about to leave for a date.

My contractions came quite mildly all evening about every 15 to 30 minutes. I ate a good meal thinking real labor could begin at any moment and Rick and I walked around Abernathy Park excited with anticipation. When we got home I called Lindsay to give her the heads up, and then immediately went to bed to rest while the contractions were mild. Just after midnight I woke up with a contraction just strong enough not to sleep through. I slept off and on till about 2 PM when I decided I should time my contractions. I got on the birthing ball and realized they were still over 10 minutes apart so I slept off and on a bit more.

At 5 AM I got out of bed and watched the movie Juno while I timed the contractions. They were getting closer together, but still about 7 to 10 minutes apart.

Rick texted our friend Megan about watching the boys because we were still a bit unsure if Aunt Meredith would be able to come up in time. When she found out I was in labor, the Spirit immediately brought Isaiah 54 to her mind, which made me laugh because I’ve been reading Isaiah 54 ever day in 2016.

Our family is on the brink of a major transition currently. I’m not renewing my contract with Southern Wesleyan next school year. Ever since my trip to India I’ve felt Heavenly Father leading me into a new season of ministry that mostly includes proclaiming His good news through spoken and written word. I’ll be writing and speaking professionally, as well as investing more time in ministry at United and spending more time with my sweet kiddos. Rick too has felt a shift in his ministry, desiring to be focused more on outreach and liberating the oppressed. Holy Spirit reminded me that our family is stretching our tent pegs this year, and Judah is a beautiful part of us resettling desolate cities for the Kingdom of God.

I got in the shower to help ease the growing discomfort of the contractions and Lindsay helped me time them. Then suddenly my water broke with a huge gush and I had a much stronger contraction which scared me so bad I thought the baby’s head might just pop out.

Rick got on the phone with the midwife and she instructed us to come to the hospital right away since my water was not clear.

Once at the hospital they checked me and there was meconium in my fluid which meant baby Judah had already pooped. Then came the bad news. No tub birth. I could not even labor in the water. All my plans and expectations for this birth went out the window. Goodbye, carefully written out birth plan.

The midwife Shannon and the midwifery intern Cheryl checked me and I was four centimeters dilated. Another bummer. I thought with how strong my contractions were I would be at least at 6 or 7.

I got on the birthing ball so I could keep swiveling my hips in hopes that would help me progress faster. Some contractions I was able to just moan and breathe through. Others I cried through. My support team was super comforting in those tough moments. Cherly would softly rub my head and tell me to relax my eye-brows. Rick and Lindsay switched back and forth putting counter pressure on my hips and speaking sweet encouragements to me.

After about an hour on the birthing ball I decided I wanted back in the shower. At this point there were not many contractions I was not crying through they were so intense. I did little mini squats through each one and kept saying “I’m going to get huge” (another Ina May mantra) with the thought that I had enough authority to tell my body what I wanted to do. I told everyone I was starting to feel the urge to push so they got me out of the shower to check my progression. I was at 7 centimeters and about to go through transition, when things got super intense.

I got back on the birthing ball but my legs were shaking so bad I decided to move to the bed for some side-lying. At this point I had a bit of a freak out. The pain and pressure was so great I felt I could not resist the urge to push. I remember crying, “I can’t not push!” Rick got close to my face and gently ushered me to calm down. Within about 20 minutes, I had progressed fully and was ready for the pushing.

Prior to Judah’s birth I watched a lot of videos of really beautiful, calm natural births. I read stories of women actually experiencing immense pleasure during birth. In one video, the mom actually exclaims, “That was easy!” after delivering. The final 45 minutes of Judah’s birth were not calm or painless. They definitely were not orgasmic. They were the most painful, most crazy intense moments of my entire life. I am so grateful for my team that helped me through, especially Rick and Lindsay. They were amazing and I could not have made it without their help!

But then finally, at 1:09 PM, just 3 hours after arriving at the hospital, she was here. Shannon immediately placed Judah Ellie on my chest and I said hello to the most beautiful little girl I’d ever laid eyes on.

Though I was initially very disappointed I did not get to deliver in the water, looking back I’m really thankful for the way everything happened. I could never have imagined that she would come that quickly (since Han took 37 hours!). If my water had been clear I think I might have accidentally had her at home. I’m so thankful that Heavenly Father granted me a little Judah a safe delivery.

I still can’t help but tell miss Judah out loud every time I scoop her up how beautiful and precious she is. Her name means “praised light” and I know her life will bring a beautiful light to all those around her. She is a wonderful gift from Heavenly Father and Rick and I are honored to love, care, protect, and lead her in the ways of truth, justice, and humility. Her birth begins our family’s Springtime and we look forward to what Holy Spirit makes blossom in this season.

“Enlarge the place of your tent,
    stretch your tent curtains wide,
    do not hold back;
lengthen your cords,
    strengthen your stakes.
 For you will spread out to the right and to the left;
    your descendants will dispossess nations
    and settle in their desolate cities.”

Isaiah 54:2-3

Adventure Available

I believe that young adults will change the world. I do not simply think they have potential. I know that their passion enables them to see solutions. I know that their enthusiasm empowers them to hope for the incredible, maybe even the impossible. I know that their fearlessness fuels courageous action. They are not just a group who talks of wanting to produce solutions to the tough issues going on in our world. They are a group that will transform communities as they pursue justice, peace, and bravery.

For the past seven years of my life, I’ve worked with college students in the context of Christian higher education. My observations over the years confirm the fact that early adulthood is a precious gift, a powerful season of life. It is not an extended adolescents, nor is it time to kill before a more important era begins. The twenties are a defining decade, the foundation for a life of adventure.

I also believe that the greatest adventure available to us is one in deep, intimate relationship with Heavenly Father, empowered by the Holy Spirit, and yoked with Christ in the ministry of reconciliation. Entering into community with the Triune God jump starts a life full of beauty, purpose, and fulfillment. Our effectiveness in living an adventurous life is so closely tied to our being intimate with the Giver of Life.

The months leading up to my thirtieth birthday, I sensed our extravagantly loving God prompting me to write a book. I hope this work will inspire young adults, college students, and even those beyond their twenties to embrace the adventures available in life with God. I hope it will defeat any ideas that life in the Kingdom is boring or religious or limited. Mostly I hope my story will confirm the truth that our God is good, and ready and able to transform us into agents of love, hope, peace, and joy.

On March 28 Adventure Available: Discovering Life With an Extravagantly Loving God will be available in e-book form on Amazon. If you do not have a Kindle, simply download the free Kindle app to read on your galaxy tablet, iPad, or other electronic device. I would love for you guys to be a part of the launch of my first book! If you would like to receive a notification the day the book becomes available, please write us at to be put on our anticipating fans list.


Author Margaret Grady Turner is a pastor, student affairs professional, and adventure enthusiast. She lives in beautiful Seneca, South Carolina with her husband and two sons.


Last semester, one night after I got home from the Bible study I lead at SWU, I felt heavenly Father prompting me to journal about some things that were significant about my 20s, which I did. Then I felt heavenly Father commission me to dream about my 30s. What was I hoping for? What did I want to see happen? Not too much came to mind- a couple more kids, maybe finishing that book I’ve been writing since 2006, and then out of the blue…India! I thought this was a bit weird because I’ve never been to India and don’t really know much about the country.

In the next few weeks everything was about India. I met people from India, heard stories about India, and then heard from our own SWU chapel speaker about India. After that chapel service I was like, “I’ve got to find out when my dad is going to India!” I checked his ministry itinerary as soon as I got to a computer and was speechless about what I found. My dad was going to be in India on my 30th birthday.

At the same time the Lord gave my good friend Nora a vision about going to India. And since my dad has extended the invitation for the two of us to come on a ministry trip with him November 11-20. We will minister at the orphanage my dad funds in Tanuku. Nora works at Issaquena Pediatric Dentistry, so we are going to be doing dental hygiene clinics with the girls at the orphanage, in addition to playing with them, and hopefully learning some of their language (Telagu). We’ll also be a part of a women’s ministry event in the bigger city of Hyderabad. I am so excited to learn more about what God is doing in this beautiful part of the world, and honored to partner with Christ in this ministry opportunity.

The day we return, November 20, is my 30th birthday, and my feet will touch 3 continents as we go from Delhi to Paris to Atlanta, traveling back in time, making the day last over 30 hours🙂

Please join with me in prayer for this trip. If you would like to pray for me daily while I’m away, please let me know. I will have a day by day itinerary I can share with you to guide your prayers. Also, please pray that the $4,000 Nora and I need for the plane ticket will be provided!  If you are interested in helping financially, please let me know and I will tell you how you can make a tax deductible contribution to The Mordecai Project.

Here’s to the great adventure that is partnering with Christ in this crazy life!

maggie and nora

We Have This Hope That Is An Anchor for Our Souls

A little over a week ago, my family and I celebrated Father’s Day, and in the midst of the ongoing tragedies happening in our nation, I want to write about why the fathers in my life give me hope that reconciliation and equality is not an impossibility.

As a child, I picked up some stereotypes about black people from my dad. Because he took me to hear T.D. Jakes preach at revivals and Bernice King speak at women’s rally’s and jumped at the chance to take me and my sisters to any local Gospel choir concert, he painted a very specific picture of the African American community. He used to tell me, “Black people really know how to worship.” And as a child and adolescent this was the lens at which I looked at my black peers and teachers. When I met a lively man or woman who spoke kindly and laughed without reservation, this stereotype was confirmed. Black people loved life and they thoroughly enjoyed worshiping Christ in song, dance, and enjoyment of community. When I met someone who did not fit the stereotype, they were the exception.

The picture my dad painted for me about the African American community was not based on literature or film, it was based on his experiences with his black friends. I cannot doubt that his close relationships with so many black friends and colleagues impacted my life. Because I associated fun and passionate praise with the black community, I joined the Gospel choir in high school and enjoyed being the only white girl. When I heard peers speak negative generalities about black people, I immediately recognized their words as darkness.

As an adult I now know that not all black people love to worship expressively. I know not every older black man is a preacher, not every black woman writes for a successful magazine, not every black teenager likes to sing Gospel music. But I see our multi-ethnic world as a byproduct of a creative God, and I still see black communities as full of faith and fun.

It breaks my heart to know so many fathers paint a different picture of black communities for their sons and daughters, one not based on genuine close relationships but based on years of intolerance, confirmation bias, and systematic prejudice.

My father is not the only father I know who seeks to promote love for people of every color. When I first told Rick that God impressed upon my heart to adopt a child from Ethiopia, he did not hesitate for a moment before expressing the desire to do so also. I asked him how he could get on board so quickly as he said, “I don’t want a boring family. I want a family that looks like the Kingdom of God.”

Rick is fathering our two boys in the way of truth, humility, and justice. And he is empowered to seek actual solutions that lead to real reconciliation. I think about the way he loves are boys and I know his ability to Father them so well is because he allows our Heavenly Father to love and lead him so closely. He spends a lot of time with the King, which is why he is so passionate about bringing Kingdom into this world.

This is my challenge to all of us: If you have thoughts and feelings toward others that our Heavenly Father does not have, let him supernaturally renew your heart and mind. He can help you unlearn hate, hostility and indifference. He can make all things new.

In the wake of all the tragedies against our black brother and sisters this week, I refuse to lose hope. I will cry more tears, I will labor in prayer, I will get mad, but I will stay close to my Savior Jesus Christ, for His hope anchors my soul.

When I look at my sons I am reminded that the lens through which they think about ethnicity and color will be shaped by Kingdom. When Han sees a black man, he will think of his brother. And when Grady sees a white man, he will think of his brother. One day, when the Glory comes, we will look at people of every tribe and every tongue and see our brothers and sisters. May it be on earth as it is in heaven.


dad with grandsons pic

Back on the Horse (Or Pavement)

So it’s been a while since I blogged.

Since my marathon I’ve run two 5ks. I paced my good friend Lindsay in the TR Earth Day 5k back in April and despite the cold rain, she did awesome. In May I was supposed to face off against my friend Shavoyae in the Hartwell Dam 5k but the race sold out before he could register so I had to go it alone (but he did come to cheer me on and still bought me breakfast afterwards).

Honest confession: I have not run over 3.1 miles since my marathon. I’ve been taking a much needed break. I actually tried Zoomba because I thought my love for distance running might have left me completely. It has not, but I’ve enjoyed the sabbatical. Life has just been super busy. I’ve preached at our Sunday morning service twice this month, I’m trying to read every legit parenting book ever before I teach Sociology of the Family this Fall, and I’ve been on a de-cluttering kick for several weeks now, managing to clean out 5 out of 8 closets in my home so far. With not too much effort on our part, Grady has conquered potty training completely, staying dry all night, even once for an 11 hour stretch! We’re still trying to convince Han that walking is far superior to crawling, but he has a strong will like his mom mixed with the conviction to never be in a hurry like his dad, not to mention he is a professional speed crawler! In a nut shell this is what it looks like to be a pastor’s wife, professional mother, and full-time college administrator. Never a dull moment, but extremely awesome…most days.

But I’m starting to feel the need for speed once again and so I am 5k training. My goal for the month of June is to log 15 miles each week until my 4th of July race. Maybe I’ll even get a 4-miler in on my lunch break🙂

Post-Race Blues?

After completing a personal goal like running a marathon, it’s not uncommon to experience post-race blues after the goal is reached. But I feel no sadness. I am 100% stoked to be free from those long training runs!

The marathon race itself is super fun (well the first 23 miles are), but the time needed for training for a marathon took it out of me. Even my condensed 12 week training plan felt a bit overwhelming. As a working mama and a pastor’s wife, I’ve learned that Saturday is my Sabbath (and it does not feel very restful when a 3 hour long run is on the day’s to-do list). I have decided to take an extended break from marathoning (I told Rick I probably need about 2 years before I’m ready to say I want to do another 26.2 mile footrace). I’m not going to stop running. Running is a great outlet for fitness, competition, fun, traveling to new places, communion with God, and time with friends and family. But I’m setting my sights on a new goal that is far less time consuming.

As motivation to not take a ton of time off, I’ve challenged my friend Shavoyae to a 5k race, the Hartwell Dam 5k on May 2. Loser buys the winner breakfast afterwards. He’s a great athlete. He holds the record for most points scored in a basketball game at Emmanuel College. But he also hasn’t been logging 100 miles a month like I have. It should be a close race.

voyae and me

I’m holding up a 5, he’s holding up the letter K.

So for the next 4 weeks,  I’m going to do very short track workouts on my lunch breaks and not much else, with the hopes of getting my 5k time down to 25 minutes.  This still satisfies my need to be fit and have fun, but no workout exceeds 60 minutes (yay!!) and the only exercise I’ll be doing on Saturdays is pushing our double stroller to the park with my boys.