Speed of life

I am at a baseball game watching my 10 year old nephew play baseball.  The sights and sounds bring back such nostalgia, that I can actually remember standing in the batters box where a new generation of kids are standing. Facing the same fears, a pitcher with some control issues. Back then it seemed every pitch came in so fast. I remember being scared to death of getting hit, the fear of striking out and missing my chance of glory.
My coach couldn’t stand a batter striking out watching a pitch. He always wanted us to take our swings. I can remember how intimidating standing in that box was, closing my eyes and swinging for the fence, hoping to make contact.
But now 30 years later, as a spectator, everything seems so slow. I see the ball more clearly as a 40 yr. old than I ever did as a player.
I can’t help but wonder what’s different? Maybe is that now, I have been through and experienced real fear, maybe it’s that I know the worst pain is usually emotional. Failure is only momentary, a new at bat is inevitable. Maybe it’s knowing success can’t be kept on a scoreboard. Maybe I just took the time to slow down, opened my eyes, and actually saw the ball.
People keep telling me, time moves faster the older you get. I don’t buy that. Time never changes, only your perspective.

Hello God

Hello God 

Hello God, I called tonight 
To talk a little while.. 
I need a friend who’ll listen 
To my anxiety and trial… 

You see, I can’t quite make it 
Though a day just on my own… 
I need your love to guide me, 
So I’ll never feel alone. 

I want to ask you please to keep, 
My family safe and sound. 
Come and fill their lives with confidence 
For whatever fate they’re bound. 

Give me faith, dear God, to face 
Each hour throughout the day, 
And not to worry over things 
I can’t change in any way. 

I thank you God, for being home 
And listening to my call, 
For giving me such good advice 
When I stumble and fall. 

Your number, God, is the only one 
That answers every time. 
I never get a busy signal, 
Never had to pay a dime. 

So thank you, God, for listening 
To my troubles and my sorrow. 
Good night, God, I love You, too, 
And I’ll call again tomorrow! 

Author Unknown

Be Habitual

As I approach the big “40” I am realizing that advice I received once upon a time was correct.
Now, working in youth ministry, I don’t know exactly what it is that makes a person think they know more than someone twice, or even three times their age. With age knowledge is acquired.This truth, even at 39. I consistently have to remind myself to form good habits.
As I work with youth I am always reminded of the habits they pick up from family. Especially when it comes to the big things. Priorities, saying I Love You, Discussing our faith, not only learning to treat others with respect, but more importantly respecting ourselves. Appreciating the way we are made, appreciating our unique qualities and realuzing all of God’s creations are equally beautiful.
Habits are things we do unconsciously. But we can change them. But it takes persistent work and a desire to rid yourself of those habits we may have learned that bring us down and keep us from being the person God intended us to be.
Also be conscience of what behaviors you are passing along. Youth learn by watching not by listening. Do as I say not as I do is a lazy persons way of shirking their responsibility as a role model and parent.

Words helping others

Words That Will Help Others

by DIONNA SANCHEZ on JUNE 23, 2013

“ When you talk, do not say harmful things, but say what people need – words that will help others become stronger. Then what you say will do good to those who listen to you.” Ephesians 4:29

Well, He couldn’t have instructed us any plainer, could He? We are not to say harmful things about others.

How often do we complain? Especially when it comes to others? We gripe about things they do that irritate us. We don’t speak in words that help those people become stronger and better. We only grumble.

We can protest and say that we don’t put others down and we don’t speak badly of them – at least in public. But what about at home? Do you talk to your husband about your feelings? Do you speak while your children are within earshot? Do you express frustrations about family members?

We all do. We all have people in our lives who rub us the wrong way. People who let us down. People who disappoint and frustrate us. People who probably DO need to make some changes in their hearts or lives. But how are we helping them by simply complaining?

We each have a choice. We can keep our thoughts to ourselves and take them to the Lord in prayer, or we can take action and do something to help the person who is the subject of our irritation. We can do or say something that will motivate them and encourage them to become stronger.

I want others to do good in the lives of those around me. I want others to respect me enough to listen to me. But it starts in my own heart and in my own home – with me doing good and with me being respectful.

I can make a difference. I can try to help someone else be better. Or I can complain. One might actually have a chance at impacting a life – the other one doesn’t even come close.

 

~ Dionna Sanchez (http://beautyinthestorm.blogspot.com)