Fessing up …

 

Yesterday, I had a mild breakdown at Pickle Ball. Mild for me, not so for the guy I hit with both barrels. I play for fun, exercise, and to get better at this sport. Never an athlete, though not too uncoordinated to dance my way through local musical after musical in my younger days, I, like most folks, perform better with constructive coaching and much appreciated encouragement. There is a man who dishes out coaching yes, but follows it with pointed verbal jabs making fun of not only my efforts, but also the efforts of those ladies like myself who are doing our best to improve and yes, have fun doing it. Playing with those whose skills are above mine is good for my progress, however, this man frustrates several of us who frequently fall victim to his verbal abuse … yes … I’m gonna call it abuse. Well, yesterday, a friend and I were playing, he was on the opposing team with a new lady, already accomplished, but with whom we wanted to share our love of Pickle Ball. My partner and I were being slammed and the comments aimed in our direction flew fast; yes, I was embarrassed in front of a new player; yes the more he jabbed at me my game plummeted. Completely knackered, tired from all the jabs, worn out from running after balls I continually mis-hit, and totally without forethought, I yelled at him by name across the court and shouted, “Shut Up!” He got to me; I reacted; I went to the sidelines after that game ended and sat. My anger I knew would not let me shake it off. Others encouraged me to stay; I knew it was time I retreated. I took my toys and went home. I don’t know the outcome of my blast of  temper; determined to disallow him to treat me that way again, nor prevent me from ever going back, I made a promise not to punish myself by never returning to play another day.

The blame game is easy to get into in this situation. Shouting was wrong-period. Quietly taking him aside and airing my frustrations would have been the adult thing to do. I haven’t reached that level of maturity yet, even at three score and almost one. I regret my outburst and self-imposed banishment from the gym. However, he did get my message loud and clear. What’s done is done; a hot bubble bath and chocolate cake for supper did ease my pain.

 

Proverbs 15:1  English Standard Version
A soft answer turns away wrath, but a harsh word stirs up anger.

 

James 1:20  English Standard Version 
For the anger of man does not produce the righteousness of God.

 

Proverbs 29:11  English Standard Version 
A fool gives full vent to his spirit, but a wise man quietly holds it back.

 

Proverbs 14:29  English Standard Version
Whoever is slow to anger has great understanding, but he who has a hasty temper exalts folly.

 

James 1:19  English Standard Version
Know this, my beloved brothers: let every person be quick to hear, slow to speak, slow to anger.

 

Ephesians 5:1-2  New International Version 
Follow God’s example, therefore, as dearly loved children and walk in the way of love, just as Christ loved us and gave himself up for us as a fragrant offering and sacrifice to God.

 

Ephesians 4: 1-3  The Living Bible
I beg you—I, a prisoner here in jail for serving the Lord—to live and act in a way worthy of those who have been chosen for such wonderful blessings as these. Be humble and gentle. Be patient with each other, making allowance for each other’s faults because of your love. Try always to be led along together by the Holy Spirit and so be at peace with one another.

 

 

O Lord, Breathe Thy Spirit On Me

Lyrics:Albert Benjamin Simpson (1843-1919)
Music:Albert Benjamin Simpson (1843-1919)

 
O Lord, breathe Thy Spirit on me,
Teach me how to breathe Thee in;
Help me pour into Thy bosom
All my life of self and sin.

 

I am breathing out my sorrow,
Breathing out my sin;
I am breathing, breathing, breathing,
All Thy fulness in.

 
I am breathing out my own life,
That I may be filled with Thine;
Letting go my strength and weakness,
Breathing in Thy life divine.

 

I am breathing out my sorrow,
Breathing out my sin;
I am breathing, breathing, breathing,
All Thy fulness in.

 
Breathing out my sinful nature,
Thou hast borne it all for me;
Breathing in Thy cleansing fulness,
Finding all my life in Thee.

 

I am breathing out my sorrow,
Breathing out my sin;
I am breathing, breathing, breathing,
All Thy fulness in.

 

I am breathing out my sorrow,
On Thy kind and gentle breast;
Breathing in Thy joy and comfort,
Breathing in Thy peace and rest.

 

I am breathing out my sorrow,
Breathing out my sin;
I am breathing, breathing, breathing,
All Thy fulness in.

 
I am breathing out my sickness,
Thou hast borne its burden too;
I am breathing in Thy healing,
Ever promised, ever new.

 

I am breathing out my sorrow,
Breathing out my sin;
I am breathing, breathing, breathing,
All Thy fulness in.

 
I am breathing out my longings
In Thy listening, loving ear;
I am breathing in Thy answers,
Stilling every doubt and fear.

 

I am breathing out my sorrow,
Breathing out my sin;
I am breathing, breathing, breathing,
All Thy fulness in.

 
I am breathing every moment,
Drawing all my life from Thee;
Breath by breath I live upon Thee,
Lord, Thy Spirit breathe in me.

 

I am breathing out my sorrow,
Breathing out my sin;
I am breathing, breathing, breathing,
All Thy fulness in.

 

 

 

Knackered :  tired, worn out

2 thoughts on “Fessing up …”

  1. Jan, if you call that a blowup you are a light weight. If you love playing go back, apologize to the other players who witnessed your “blowup” but you own the coach nothing.

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