Balls and strikes

 Life is like a baseball game. Feels like nine innings of highs and lows. Some days you hit home runs. More days than not you strike out. Life lately feels like a mix of both. High highs and low lows. It’s in the lows that God is teaching me to appreciate the highs, because the lows are inevitable. In this season, the lows are teaching me how much I need Him. 

I need Him

To guide me

Hold me

And reassure me

As He continues

To humble me

In a way

I never

Thought 

He would

God is surprising me

In each and every day

How to soar

How to fall

And thank Him

For the gains

And the pain

I never thought I would thank the Lord for the pain, but the valley has brought me more wisdom than ever. It has realigned my thoughts. My hopes and dreams haven’t changed even as the timing has been delayed more times than I can count. There is a purpose in this. I don’t know what it is. I’m not asking that anymore. The more I ask, the more I don’t like the answer. This is my humanity showing for you all. So right now, I’m headed back to watch playoff baseball. Life is a game of balls and strikes.