ATuesday, April 1, 2014
Sunday, March 30, 2014
"This Is The Promise"
The first time I heard this song, its lyrics just connected with me in a deeper level...
Since then,
its message stayed with me.
We all have ghosts, demons and pride; elusive dreams and the taunting uncertainty of tomorrow that we fight everyday. But I believe in faith that the Holy Spirit living in us will get us through every chain, bondage and every tear of pain & grief...Nothing compares to the love of God for you & me.
Just believe in His Promise.
Saturday, March 22, 2014
"Going Beyond A Catapulting/Rolling Ball"
Take Heart...God is in the details & in every thing, give thanks!
The sky was hovered with clouds but no drizzles nor scattered rain. Glory to God. So here we are, playing our first game for the season.
Oddly, I didn't get to play the first inning. I got lost for almost an hour finding the venue. I could have just retreated and headed home but my heart desired to be there. It's not "biggie" for me if I get to "kick" or not. I would have been content just cheering them on and taking mementos.
And, so, I've learned that adrenalin levels rush in the field. Kickball is alive. It is not a game for kids anymore. It's more fun to watch adults playing it with so much zest.
All the images I captured will prove my point. The men in
our group have come through for the team. Catapulted or
rolled, they were unstoppable, relentless in catching the
ball. The women, however, were also up to par playing in
juxtaposed with the men in our team. Remarkable, I
thought...& it was!
My ears didn't hear uncouth cheers--that will definitely throw me off. I just felt sorry for one lady on the other team that got hurt while running to the second base. Thinking about it now makes me think the inevitable circumstances that are unforeseen. We can only hope & pray that her injury is minor and see her play on the next game.
Thus, I'm proud of how we played the game. We lost the first game but the second game in the afternoon has anchored us to a better standing. I also got to kick after which it felt like I pulled a muscle. And I was limping gracefully. Nobody even hardly noticed it till I told a comrade. I couldn't wait to slump
my body on the couch or on my bed at home.
Thank you guys for a great Start...
.Look at us...still with unwavering smiles...
After the Game Photos
Special Thanks to Mr. Brad Crochet, our P.E. & Kickball Coach
Longhorn Kickball "Revelers"
Thirteen devoted enthusiasts whose radiant smiles could mean that
they're ready to kick, throw, catch that red clunky ball and run
around the bases without trepidation.
To be looking so uptight in front of a camera is hard to capture but to
loosen up & just let go of whatever is holding you back, such joy
transcends...naturally.
This reminds me of one of my favorite lines of John Keats:
"A thing of beauty is a joy forever."
So, let our smile be quintessential especially when we get flustered by the
competitors' bouncing or bunting "kicks."
Below, is the moment of truth: the organic, raw & effortless jazziness
that we might have just discovered, an inherent
quality needing to shine--just like this!
Go...Longhorn "Kickers"
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