Curveball

Roughly about 10 years ago I imagined my life totally different than what it is now…House. Dream Career. Married. Kids. Well-off… What happened? I sometimes ask…Curveball.

Last year around this time I was at a point in my life that I never wanted to be again… Unsure… In doubt… Still finding my way… Broken-hearted… I claimed that I wouldn’t be here again, yet I look around and start to see the same walls closing in on me again… How did this happen? I often ask… Curveball.At the beginning of this year I imagined my life going in a different direction… Career-wise, love & life in general…Now, I’m not even sure if I have a roadmap half the time… Is this even possible? I ponder… Curveball.

I could rattle on for hours where I think life will lead me in the future, but you can probably bet your bottom dollar that what I predict will be quite different than where I end up… How so you ask? Simple… Curveball.

Just when you see yourself on the straight and narrow path to success, that road gets wide and rugged and out of the clear blue sky, LOOK OUT, because here comes a CURVEBALL!

Every single time I get hit in the face by life’s curveball its brought back to my attention that the pitcher is Jesus Christ making me aware that I don’t run this playground- HE does. My position in the game is to submit to His will and follow the rules. I’m hard-headed and strong-willed so submitting is a difficult task to do especially when I think my ideas are so bright! That’s where heavy-duty prayer comes in so that I can be granted a heart of discernment (definition: calling on the Holy Spirit to lead or give direction on a matter.)

Like my sister recently told me, sometimes we go through things and wonder why, then later down the road realize it’s to help someone that comes after us avoid the same situation or get through. So, look out for those curveballs, I’m catching enough of them as is! :)

Be Blessed

Gossiper

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