Last night I had the best softball game of my life, which isn’t saying much. I hit 2-2 and caught a fly ball in the windy outfield. On my last hit, I made it to second on a single from the guy hitting next. With two outs, the next batter hit a slow grounder to third and I took off hoping to beat him to the bag. Sprinting full steam to third, I felt a pop in my left hamstring and quickly slowed down as the throw to third beat me. In the dugout I tried to walk around but every movement was met with sharp pain. A call to my doctor-in-law confirmed the worst. It was a hamstring injury and I would have to rest for 3-4 weeks. The marathon I had been training for is out of the question.
Yesterday I read this verse to one of my staff leaders, “This resurrection life you received from God is not a timid, grave-tending life. It’s adventurously expectant, greeting God with a childlike ‘What’s next, Papa?'” It is from Romans 8 in The Message translation and it is the chapter that I have been reading every morning for the last month or so. It describes the life that I want to live and experience with Christ. I want to look at each event that happens in my life as a way to trust and follow Christ in a real way.
So how does this affect the way that I look at my recent setback with the injury? The only option is to respond positively and view it as a sort of sign from God to slow down. I am a pretty active person on a daily basis. I even stand up at work and quickly move from place to place. I am a high “D” on the DISC test and have a driving personality. It is hard for me to ask for help. It is hard for me to slow down. But this hamstring injury changes everything. I have to slow down when I can’t even put on my own socks in the morning. It makes me rely on my wife Hillary and on other people. The only option I have right now is to slow down and try to see this setback as a growth experience. Maybe I am an eternal optimist but I can’t allow myself to simmer in my misery and get discouraged. It’s just not worth it.
My prayer today is “adventurously expectant, greeting God with a childlike ‘What’s next, Papa?'”