I reacted without even thinking – jumping up and down,
squealing with delight, amazed someone had gone out of their way to do
something that generous for me, that they had really heard me and did something
about it.
squealing with delight, amazed someone had gone out of their way to do
something that generous for me, that they had really heard me and did something
about it.
It all started two days before at a dinner party where
several friends and I were talking while we cooked. I don’t remember the
context of the conversation, but I confessed to them something I had never told
anyone before: that for years I had wanted a basketball of my own so I could
shoot hoops. I loved trying to make the basket and letting my mind just think
and ponder over whatever was going on in my life. It was my way to meditate but
I only got to do it when I was on my own somewhere with a basketball and
something to put it through – a rare occurrence.
several friends and I were talking while we cooked. I don’t remember the
context of the conversation, but I confessed to them something I had never told
anyone before: that for years I had wanted a basketball of my own so I could
shoot hoops. I loved trying to make the basket and letting my mind just think
and ponder over whatever was going on in my life. It was my way to meditate but
I only got to do it when I was on my own somewhere with a basketball and
something to put it through – a rare occurrence.
I had forgotten about the conversation by the time I walked
into our aerial class the following Monday night when my friend suddenly
pointed at me and shouted, “You!” I wondered what I had done or what
she wanted me for when my eyes followed her pointed finger now directed at the
desk where sat a brand new basketball still in its box. My reaction was
immediate and involved my whole body as I squealed and jumped around –
enthusiasm personified. My wide grin lasted the entire class. She even lent me
a sharpie so I could write my name on the ball, not that I’ll let it far out of
my sight when playing with it. I even took it in with me to proudly share with
friends at a Mary Kay party after class. Even now, that grin has just not gone away.
into our aerial class the following Monday night when my friend suddenly
pointed at me and shouted, “You!” I wondered what I had done or what
she wanted me for when my eyes followed her pointed finger now directed at the
desk where sat a brand new basketball still in its box. My reaction was
immediate and involved my whole body as I squealed and jumped around –
enthusiasm personified. My wide grin lasted the entire class. She even lent me
a sharpie so I could write my name on the ball, not that I’ll let it far out of
my sight when playing with it. I even took it in with me to proudly share with
friends at a Mary Kay party after class. Even now, that grin has just not gone away.
Though I thanked my friend profusely for this wonderful
gift, the best way to thank her was to actually take the ball out and use it.
The basketball would still mean something to me if it sat at home, but that is
not what the basketball was for. If I really wanted to appreciate her
thoughtfulness, I needed to go out, play with it, and live my dream.
gift, the best way to thank her was to actually take the ball out and use it.
The basketball would still mean something to me if it sat at home, but that is
not what the basketball was for. If I really wanted to appreciate her
thoughtfulness, I needed to go out, play with it, and live my dream.
Thus the ball got “baptized” at a friend’s house –
I was so excited to put it through a hoop! I then looked around for a
basketball court near my apartment and found one close by that’s rarely busy.
Tonight I headed there to really break it in. It was everything I’ve dreamed
of! I shot hoops, made some baskets, ran after the ball, pondered, thought,
enjoyed being outside, enjoyed the time alone just thinking and playing and
being. It was bliss.
I was so excited to put it through a hoop! I then looked around for a
basketball court near my apartment and found one close by that’s rarely busy.
Tonight I headed there to really break it in. It was everything I’ve dreamed
of! I shot hoops, made some baskets, ran after the ball, pondered, thought,
enjoyed being outside, enjoyed the time alone just thinking and playing and
being. It was bliss.
But what if I hadn’t taken it outside to play with it? What
if I had left it in my apartment and
didn’t use it? What if I decided that even though my friend gave me this gift,
she had not actually meant for me to use it? That sounds ridiculous, I know,
but isn’t that what we do with some of the gifts God gives us? God gave us each
a human life and we spend it being angry and afraid, fearful and timid,
unforgiving and bull-headed. We don’t take risks. We play it safe. God gave us
each a body and instead of fully living and expressing ourselves in it, we
detest our bodies, find all kinds of faults in them, park it on the couch and
feed it crap. Is that the way to treat a gift? To not only neglect the gift but
abuse it, ignore it, be afraid of it? We are meant to live the lives God gave us, to delight in our bodies! We are meant
to take chances, leaps of faith, to challenge ourselves, and do things we never
thought we could! We are meant to exercise and play, to respect our bodies,
treasure them, and care for our bodies with love. Instead of sitting around, we
need to get out and enjoy what God gives us! I think it breaks God’s heart when
we take the gifts he gives us, the ones he meant for us to enjoy, and we hide
them away or ignore the gifts, doing anything but delighting in the joy she/he
means for us to have.
if I had left it in my apartment and
didn’t use it? What if I decided that even though my friend gave me this gift,
she had not actually meant for me to use it? That sounds ridiculous, I know,
but isn’t that what we do with some of the gifts God gives us? God gave us each
a human life and we spend it being angry and afraid, fearful and timid,
unforgiving and bull-headed. We don’t take risks. We play it safe. God gave us
each a body and instead of fully living and expressing ourselves in it, we
detest our bodies, find all kinds of faults in them, park it on the couch and
feed it crap. Is that the way to treat a gift? To not only neglect the gift but
abuse it, ignore it, be afraid of it? We are meant to live the lives God gave us, to delight in our bodies! We are meant
to take chances, leaps of faith, to challenge ourselves, and do things we never
thought we could! We are meant to exercise and play, to respect our bodies,
treasure them, and care for our bodies with love. Instead of sitting around, we
need to get out and enjoy what God gives us! I think it breaks God’s heart when
we take the gifts he gives us, the ones he meant for us to enjoy, and we hide
them away or ignore the gifts, doing anything but delighting in the joy she/he
means for us to have.
There are also gifts in our own souls we don’t fully
understand; times when we discover things about ourselves that don’t fit with
our preconceived notions of the world, our beliefs, or our own sense of self. A
gift or an ability, a characteristic or thought, rises to the surface into the
light of day and our immediate reaction is to ignore it or run away from it,
condemning this gift as a bad thing simply because it doesn’t fit with the
boxes we’ve known.
understand; times when we discover things about ourselves that don’t fit with
our preconceived notions of the world, our beliefs, or our own sense of self. A
gift or an ability, a characteristic or thought, rises to the surface into the
light of day and our immediate reaction is to ignore it or run away from it,
condemning this gift as a bad thing simply because it doesn’t fit with the
boxes we’ve known.
Is it possible we could step back for a moment away from
those boxes of belief and theology, take in the view of the larger picture,
remember we actually know only a tiny fraction of what is in this world, and
take a risk with the Gift Giver? Can we acknowledge that just because a gift is
beyond our comfort zone, that it could still
be a gift given by God who is calling us to stretch and grow? Can God call us
to let go of what we’ve known before so we can embrace a new thing and
transform? If we truly believe God is greater than all created things, then we
must also acknowledge we do not know or understand everything. We have to be
willing to be taught even when that teaching might be unacceptable to what we and
our friends have known before. Following God’s voice, trusting his gift and the
way he leads us on, we need to understand the gift of who we are is given for a reason, that the Creator does not make mistakes and that if this is
who you are, you need to learn how to live out that gift in the most loving way
possible.
those boxes of belief and theology, take in the view of the larger picture,
remember we actually know only a tiny fraction of what is in this world, and
take a risk with the Gift Giver? Can we acknowledge that just because a gift is
beyond our comfort zone, that it could still
be a gift given by God who is calling us to stretch and grow? Can God call us
to let go of what we’ve known before so we can embrace a new thing and
transform? If we truly believe God is greater than all created things, then we
must also acknowledge we do not know or understand everything. We have to be
willing to be taught even when that teaching might be unacceptable to what we and
our friends have known before. Following God’s voice, trusting his gift and the
way he leads us on, we need to understand the gift of who we are is given for a reason, that the Creator does not make mistakes and that if this is
who you are, you need to learn how to live out that gift in the most loving way
possible.
Whatever your gift is, you need to learn to live it out.
Whoever God has created you to be, dance it in love and joy! God does not make
mistakes and if God created you that way, you are going to have a much easier
time with yourself if you simply accept who you are and learn to flow with the
gift instead of trying to squelch it down. These gifts of ourselves are meant
to be enjoyed, played with, delighted in, and used. God did not give you that
gift if he/she did not mean for you to live
it out.
Whoever God has created you to be, dance it in love and joy! God does not make
mistakes and if God created you that way, you are going to have a much easier
time with yourself if you simply accept who you are and learn to flow with the
gift instead of trying to squelch it down. These gifts of ourselves are meant
to be enjoyed, played with, delighted in, and used. God did not give you that
gift if he/she did not mean for you to live
it out.
My basketball now has a special place in my living room
where it constantly reminds me how much I love taking it out and using it. It
is harder to remember to use the gifts inside myself, the ones God gave me, but
I have learned they are a part of who I am and to be truly at peace with
myself, I must accept them and learn to use these gifts as well in the most
loving ways possible.
where it constantly reminds me how much I love taking it out and using it. It
is harder to remember to use the gifts inside myself, the ones God gave me, but
I have learned they are a part of who I am and to be truly at peace with
myself, I must accept them and learn to use these gifts as well in the most
loving ways possible.
Being true to yourself and who God created you to be won’t
always make the people around you happy, sometimes quite the opposite. Even so,
living out who you truly are will release you in ways you never thought
possible. Once you get a taste of that freedom, that inner peace, staying
inside the boxes no longer matters once you know what it’s like outside of them
where your soul has room to breathe and play and live. Then, you in turn become a gift God opens and gives to the
world. Live the gift.
always make the people around you happy, sometimes quite the opposite. Even so,
living out who you truly are will release you in ways you never thought
possible. Once you get a taste of that freedom, that inner peace, staying
inside the boxes no longer matters once you know what it’s like outside of them
where your soul has room to breathe and play and live. Then, you in turn become a gift God opens and gives to the
world. Live the gift.