God is very good.
To someone who succumbs to laziness daily, loses patient more than daily, neglects priorities, and can’t seem to mature He is amazingly gracious.
Sometimes I feel like Lot who wouldn’t leave behind the city (that was about to be destroyed anyway) until the angels grabbed his stubborn hands and dragged him out. Even when I’m reluctant to leave the old behind, God still drags me into the new, and the new is good!
Even though I feel like I don’t mature, I do feel this attachment to the world is constantly fading. Its opinions and ideals mean less and less. “Living life to the fullest” has certainly lost its charm. More and more I just want the joy and peace I get in God and I want the fellowship I get from the church.
And that’s just about it.
So, looking over the month of February, I’ve learned
- Improv piano is more enjoyable than written piano
- Walking onto a stage to stand up for half and hour while sick is not ideal
- The book of Revelations is mainly dealing with the destruction of Jerusalem
- The Destruction of Jerusalem is much more significant that I ever realized
- Daniel Webster was a jerk to invent a dictionary
- Life without math is wonderful
- Poetry is a good writing practice, both reading and writing it
- Glow worms are disgusting
Another new, sort of new, accurance—well, I’m umpiring again.
I hated it so much last year! Before every single game I told myself I would never umpire again. And now for my second year I’ll be expected to improve—what was I thinking?!
I HAVE NO CLUE! So don’t ask.
But it’s too late to back out now.
I do have some plans of strategy to make this a more successful year:
- Study my rules and know them front and back. The only way I can be confident in my calls is by being dead sure of them
- Do my best to stick to softball, which means talking with the Chief Umpire
- Practice communicating with my other umpire, even if it’s just waving “hi” after every pitch
I have a bit of time right now to come up with a poem for the test, as I did last year.
I’m not feeling the inspiration though. I can’t get anything written. So we’ll see how that goes.
I want to thank one specific person. My darling friend Alexis constantly pulls the plug on my pride and also my gloom.
She has a beautiful and simple heart to love God and love others. She insured that “Singles Awareness Day” was anything but melancholy and has inspired me to love over and over. Our ideals, interests, and theology differs, but her smile is impossible to smother.
And now to go rolling into March–