I woke this morning with a vision…
In this vision, there was a Pitcher.
Life represented the Pitcher.
Life threw Balls.
The Balls were Circumstances.
I was the Bat.
I could not control the Circumstances that Life threw at Me.
What I could control was how to respond.
In the early years of My new existence around this Life,
I let the Balls hit Me.
They were coming at Me, after all.
And Life meant to hit Me.
So I thought.
For years I remained bruised and beaten up by the unforeseen Circumstances,
which I did not like.
Then I heard someone whisper ever so softly,
“Move out of the way.”
And so I did.
And while Circumstances flew all around Me in a flurry,
I did not feel the sting of their pain like I did when I let them hit Me.
and feeling like Life was just flying by Me,
years later I heard someone whisper again,
“Hit the Ball back out.”
And so I did.
And while I did not hit every one,
I knew that I tried.
And when I hit one out of the park,
I realized the Ball never intended to cause Me pain to begin with.
Rather, an opportunity to hit it out of the park,
and feel a swell of joy for doing so.
I used to be the person that not only let the Ball hit her,
but let It hit her repeatedly.
after a Ball only hit Me once,
I repeatedly threw the same one back at Myself.
Over and over again,
causing more pain than the first time It hit Me,
Until I could make any sense of what was going on.
So what I have learned is that while I could never control which Ball came flying at Me,
I could always choose how I would respond.
Would I let It hit Me?
Would I let It fly right past Me and be lost on Me?
Or would I try to hit It and rise to the measure of my creation as a Batter?
This doesn’t mean I hit It out of the park everytime after that.
It just means I tried.
And when the Ball hit Me after this simple, but profound epiphany,
It didn’t hurt so bad.
Because I always knew there would be another opportunity to shine,
and I would get It next time.
At one point,
I got excited for what Ball might come next.
Because I knew It was another opportunity for growth,
to hone my skills,
to show others how it’s done.
And when the Balls started slowing down,
Is this the end of my Life?
Indeed, my opportunities were behind me.
But I felt a swell of pride.
Not because I learned to hit every Ball out of the park every time.
But because I learned to try.