When you were young, you were able to do as you liked and go wherever you wanted to; but when you are old, you will stretch out your hands and others will direct you and take you where you don’t want to go. John 21:18 The Living Bible
Those who play rarely become brittle in the face of stress or lose the healing capacity for humor. ~Stuart Brown
When I was young I could bounce, I could. All babies and toddlers bounce around, fall down, tumble, and all manner of gymnastic tricks that are nigh on impossible for anyone else. What’s more, no tears are shed, unless the fall is observed.
I didn’t cry. I didn’t whimper. But I fell … hard!
I love playing Pickleball. Pickleball is a fast-growing sport that can be described as a combination of badminton, tennis, and ping-pong. Usually the game is played with two people on either side of the net. The paddle is solid like a ping-pong paddle, but larger; a wiffle ball, a plastic ball with holes, is hit back and forth until one team gets eleven points.
I’ve been playing for about two years. I have made many friends and have had a ball learning, playing, and laughing at my own and other’s antics on the court. In our group the oldest player is ninety years young. I would guess that the youngest is about twenty-two; but she can’t play often, as she is not retired like the rest of us; she has to work.
I frequently hit the ball out-of-bounds, too wide, too long, or into the net. None of those earn me or my partner points. But as long as we’re smiling and laughing, we are having fun while getting an excellent workout!
Yesterday I was playing better than my usual game. I was feeling proud and confident … until I fell. It all happened so quickly, I am not exactly sure how I landed on the floor, but there I was. My head was inches away from slamming into the side metal benches; I landed on my left sits bone and my left wrist was hurt trying to support my fall. My partner reached to help me up. “Wait, wait, wait,” I said. I wanted to just sit there a minute to let my brain settle back in my head.
My friends rushed to check me out. My partner got me up and I shook myself to see if all was in working order. They wanted me to sit out, but I felt the need to move before any pain might set in. I did make it through the rest of the games and honestly was fine, until I got home and tried to sit down. Ouch! I was expecting to see a huge bruise, but, I guess I just have a really sore bone. My wrist recovered quickly thankfully. My partner called to check on me when I got home. What a great group of caring, fun-loving people I’m so happy to call my own!
Lord, I am so very thankful not to have broken a bone. Number one, it would hurt, and number two, I wouldn’t be able to play Pickleball for a long time. Everything turned out all right in the end. I am past the age of bouncing with no pain, but Father, I firmly believe You prevented a worse situation. I am blessed to have you by my side. I know as a Father You cannot keep harm from coming to Your children, because accidents do happen. I thank You for shielding me; I thank You for protecting me; I thank You for surrounding me with loving caring friends.
I also truly thank You, Father, for Tylenol and a nice soft bed last night. Amen