This photo is five years and some weeks old. I don’t currently have a wheel in my practice; it was lost to my last pregnancy.

And that happens in yoga – sometimes you have a pose, and sometimes you don’t. But it doesn’t change the fact that you’re doing yoga.

I’m still a yogi, with or without this wheel. No less without it, no more with it. And that’s a beautiful thing.

This is just another example of what yoga means to me spiritually. Sometimes I’m beyond reproach and other times I’m drowning in sorrow and sin. But none of it changes that I am loved by my God, my Father in heaven.

Romans 8:38-39 tells us:

For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord. (NIV)

Not having a pose in your practice will ever make you not a yogi. It can be frustrating, sure, especially when you’ve had it before. It can be defeating, OR it can be an encouraging reminder of a greater truth:

Nothing ever separates us from the love of God. Nothing. Ever.