Today, I ran face-first into a glass window.

No joke; it really happened.

And I wanted to laugh, but it hurt, so really…I wanted to cry. Once my tears welled up, I decided to run out of the building to keep them from escaping my eyelids. (Also, I was thoroughly embarrassed by the clumsy act, so I wanted to leave as soon as possible.)
Honestly, I am rather surprised I didn’t end up with a concussion or something. I turned the corner out of an office and slammed pretty hard into it, thinking it was a glass door that would push right open.

Nope. I was wrong.

However, this story has absolutely nothing to do with my blog post today.
Today, I will be talking about curve balls. Not the baseball curve ball – I am just not sports savvy enough to handle that.

Rather, I am talking about the curve ball that life throws at you, because I have had to deal with an awful lot of them this past week.

What are you like before a curve ball hits? You are armed and ready. You know exactly who you are. You know exactly what you want to do. You have your lists, your plans, your expectations, and your dreams.

Then comes the curve ball, stealing every ounce of certainty you once held. Your heart beats faster, the room begins to spin, and you lose all control.

Isn’t that scary: losing control? Not knowing what exactly will come next? Whether it be where your next paycheck is coming, or how you are going to feed your family, or what major you wish to pursue, or even how you will be able to overcome the loss of a loved one.

Curve Balls.

How do you deal with it? Do you react, swinging rapidly with all your strength and hoping a sliver of the bat will touch the ball?
Or do you respond? Do you let the inevitable come toward you and give you a strike, and then take a deep breath in, ready to hit a home run?

At church a few weeks ago, the pastor mentioned a very clever approach to curve balls:
“When you have a set back, take a step back, reevaluate your situation, learn from your mistakes, and make a come back.”

I urge you to respond, not react when a curveball comes your way.

Take it a day at a time, and please, do not run into any glass windows.

Until Next Time,
Me.

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Fitting the Pieces

I have been wanting to create a blog for well over a year. Unfortunately, I am terrible at committing to things, and the last time I had a blog, I made posts for 2 weeks while I was depressed and then deleted it six months later.

Yeah, that sucks.

I don’t want this blog to be a depressing venting spot.
And, if I were to be completely honest, though I wish to create an awe-inspiring blog, I don’t think it will be extremely inspiring.
What it will be, however, is me. Me in it’s most raw form. I yearn to be the kind of person that never, ever has to wear a mask.
Many times, I will catch myself acting different around certain people. I will feel the sin in me come out, wanting to get a breath of fresh air by taking over who I want to be and putting off a projection of who he wants me to be.

No more of that.
I want God, the Almighty Maker, to consume every part of me. I want to live Him and breathe Him. I want to abide in Him and have His word abide in me. (John 15:7)

So, this is my blog: Fitting the Pieces.

Life is a big mess of scattered puzzle pieces. We will try to push things into our lives, forcing them in, or we don’t think certain parts would match together, but once we start really fitting the pieces, we begin to see the bigger picture.

Until Next Time,
Me.