With baseball on the verge of playoffs and the World Series
on the horizon I’ve been pondering the curveballs that life tends to throw us.
Just when we decide we’re going to stay in our Waynesboro
apartment and revisit the “seminary dream” next fall, we get a letter of
acceptance. Just when we think we
can do it on one income and stay in our apartment, we get a letter telling us
how much we have to pay on our school loans. Just when we don’t have any idea how we’re going to do it, a
dear friend agrees to become our roommate. I could go on and on about the varying degree of curveballs
life has sent our way and I’m sure you could list your own as well.
As I’ve been praying and thinking this week I have found
that I’m grateful for the curveballs.
These are the moments in life where I am stretched. Yes, I often feel an array of unpleasant emotions
during these times, like anger, frustration, sadness, disappointment, and
fear. However, looking back after
I have dealt with an issue I have learned the most during those times than the happy,
easy going moments.
I have a Beatles quote tattooed on my left foot. It’s from Strawberry Fields and it reads; “Living is easy with eyes closed.” I chose this line for a variety
of reasons, namely because when I went to college I was very naive. I thought I had life figured out and
knew where I was headed: my eyes
were closed. After 2 years of
college and MANY experiences later I realized that life can be difficult. Life isn’t always what you think it’s
going to be. Life does throw
curveballs. In that moment my eyes
were opened. Living is not always
easy. However, I had also veered
away from my relationship with God and my belief system.
This tattoo is a constant reminder of where I’ve come
from. As I look forward to a life
in ministry I have reached just the tip of the ice berg, but I truly feel like
living is also easy with eyes open, BUT only with God by my side. Life is never going to stop throwing
those curveballs. It’s always
going to be the bottom of the 9th sometime and those balls are going
to keep coming. I suppose what I’m
trying to say in a lot of words is God is my baseball bat and he can hit those
curveballs right out of the park as long as I pick Him up in the dugout.
Have a great weekend and be a blessing! LOVE!
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