I went to a junior high girls’ basketball tournament this past weekend. Strange…but full of lifes’ lessons. These girls are growing into their mean basketball selves and are still lacking the coordination, know-how, and skills to really play the game like pros. But man, it is fun to watch. I can’t tell you how often these girls were running along, dribbling the ball, and thinking they were in the clear….then bam, out of no where the ball hits their shoe and off they go chasing it down the court. Arms flailing, girls diving, and lots of shrieking…but still no one has the ball in their control.
It reminds me of my internship…working hard, clipping along, then came the day of canceling 8th grade in the lighthouse. I made a call that I felt was needed and worthwhile…but they didn’t think so…the ball hit my shoes. and Off I went chasing it. After nights of phone calls, parent meetings, notes from parents I continued to chase after that ball. My ball was success, control, and a feeling of being good at what I did. I thought I had it in my grasp up until the day I cancelled lighthouse time.
Lately I have been chatting with dear friends who are finding themselves chasing after the “ball” in their life. The momentum that was helping to push them along and encourage them has disappeared and the ball hit their shoes and now they are experiencing the chaos while they chase the ball…not knowing who will come out on top, which team will be in control, who they will have to look to for direction, or if they will pick it up again and press on. It’s painful being in the midst of chaos or feeling out of control. I ache for them while they are trying to figure all of this out–but I believe that God is bigger than our tennis shoes, bigger than our fear, and bigger than our current feelings of discouragement. It is good to know that we are playing ball on Jesus’ court where no matter what we’re still in the presence of the king and we’ll come out victorious.