I remember, quite vividly, in elementary school playing kickball in PE. You've got this large, bouncy red ball bowled to you, and then you get to kick it at the other kids. Pretty great idea for a game. Not too much skill required to kick that sucker, it was a big target. Being on the receiving end of the kick however, struck fear into my second grade heart. It's big, it's coming fast, and it's coming hard. Most girls in the field would either half-heartedly attempt to catch the ball with eyes closed and arms extended blindly, or simply flee the ball in general. I can remember our PE coach yelling, "It's just a kickball, stop being afraid it will hurt you!" And he was right. If I stopped to think, that big red ball was pretty squishy. What was the worst that could happen if I tried to catch it? I would get hit with a big squishy ball. It might hurt a little, but it sure wouldn't kill me. So man up, right?
I told you to bear with me, so here's the relevance. Andrew and I are waiting to get our transmission to get fixed on the car we bought out here by the mechanic we bought it from who we really don't know all that well. And I have yet to find a job. I started to worry about the car, and what could go wrong next, and what would happen if something else breaks, or I take a while to find a job. What if, what if, what if? But really, if I stop to think about it, all that will happen is we decide to keep fixing it, or we get rid of it. Simple as that. And maybe it won't break at all. That's all up to the Lord, and if the car keeps running after this or not is up to Him. Do I believe He will care for us in this? So, it made me think of kickball, and how I was really afraid of that flying object that really couldn't do all that much damage. And who know, if I was not so afraid of it, maybe I would have enjoyed the game more.
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