Let me back up...for the past couple weeks, our house has been a Detroit Sports Castle. The Tigers made it to the playoffs this year (thank you Verlander and Cabrera) which means that baseball is still alive and well in the Motor City. But turn your head away from summer and look toward fall - Michigan football and the Lions are both undefeated so far. So right now we're fervently emotionally devoted to three teams - three teams whose every game is crucial, and hence, emotionally exhausting.
So, that being said, last night was a half good night.
The Lions played Chicago for Monday Night Football (go ahead and sing aloud..."Are you ready for some football?! It's a Monday night part!"). Dan watched this game in the living room, while I camped out in the bedroom watching the Tigers vs. Rangers game...we hollered important play-by-plays to each other. The Tigers lost in the bottom of the 11th (that's right, THE 11TH...emotionally exhausting). I'm just throwing this brief message out for Detroit's boys of summer: YOU CAN'T WIN IF YOU LEAVE RUNNERS STRANDED ON BASES IN MORE THAN THREE INNINGS. YOUR PITCHER CAN ONLY DO SO MUCH (shout out to Scherzer, you done well son) BUT WITHOUT OFFENSE YOU GET NO RUNS.
When you really think about it, pitching is one of the most unnatural bodily motions. Dan was explaining the logistics of the wear and tear on a pitcher and the actions of the muscles, tendons, ligaments, etc. go through for each pitch. OW, WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT TO YOURSELF? Oh...right...because you're getting paid millions of dollars.
Sports rant over. Drastic subject change with absolutely no transitional flow.
God has placed me in, yet another, season of waiting. I'm trying desperately not to live my life as a checklist, forgetting about the present and only striving towards the "next step" (or "next check" if you will). All I'm going to say is this: Dan and I want nothing more than to live in God's will. We have a firm and fundamental knowledge that because of this desire, He'll never lead us astray - and that includes keeping us from possible opportunities that could deviate from His perfect plan. I know this. But in my humanness, it's still difficult to stand in front of a potentially awesome opportunity (from my human perspective) and have God gently say, "This is not for you. Not now. Just wait." Because I mean, "Why can't it be Your will? Why can't You bend this for us? Why not now?"
I'm trying to embrace this season. This season of having a full-time job and student loans. This season of no baby and just me and my wonderful husband and the freedom that comes with very few responsibilities outside of ourselves and our own well-being. I'm trying to be happy when I hear that so-and-so is pregnant. I'm trying. So hard. But sometimes a girl just needs a good cry, you know?
God has placed me in, yet another, season of waiting. I'm trying desperately not to live my life as a checklist, forgetting about the present and only striving towards the "next step" (or "next check" if you will). All I'm going to say is this: Dan and I want nothing more than to live in God's will. We have a firm and fundamental knowledge that because of this desire, He'll never lead us astray - and that includes keeping us from possible opportunities that could deviate from His perfect plan. I know this. But in my humanness, it's still difficult to stand in front of a potentially awesome opportunity (from my human perspective) and have God gently say, "This is not for you. Not now. Just wait." Because I mean, "Why can't it be Your will? Why can't You bend this for us? Why not now?"
I'm trying to embrace this season. This season of having a full-time job and student loans. This season of no baby and just me and my wonderful husband and the freedom that comes with very few responsibilities outside of ourselves and our own well-being. I'm trying to be happy when I hear that so-and-so is pregnant. I'm trying. So hard. But sometimes a girl just needs a good cry, you know?
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