Wednesday, October 30, 2013

Volleyball and the art of worrying

Last night I crawled into bed with heaviness on my heart and mind. A friend was going through something hard, and didn't seem to be handling it well. I had given her some advice, which she promptly discarded, as being useless to her circumstances, since I apparently didn't understand it. I had even prayed about what to say, and had asked others to do so on my behalf, How dare she!! Anyway, I went to bed wondering if I would be up all night trying to figure out how to fix her. (Are you grinning now?) I decided, after weighing many options, that my last resort would be to pray about it. (Who would like to thump me on the forehead? Line up nicely. Don't push.) As I'm praying and worrying simultaneously, and yes, it can be done, a picture came into my head. It was the sand volleyball court at my church, Becker Baptist. I had been asked to play on a league one summer. I was never asked for another summer, so I'm saving that for another angst-filled day of insecurity when I need something to boo-hoo about. However, I wildly digress. As I picture that volleyball court, I see myself standing there in the sand. As I am 5'2, most people there are taller than me. It is important that I play my position, so that I don't get squashed by others, or that someone doesn't break their leg falling over me. I Hear/sense the presence of the Trinity. I never know Who it is so I say my usual. Hi, there. It's me. I'm stuck again. He chuckles. I'm usually stuck on something. In a small, quiet voice He says, "Play your position. If the ball comes your way, play it. I'll handle the rest." Hmm. I thought about it. So, Do what is clearly obvious to do, and leave the rest. I can do that. Good night.

Summer Iris

Summer Iris