Right now there is so much I could say about the election, especially as a follow up to THIS discussion (and I love when there really is a “discussion” and not just people being mad at each other because that’s where the growth comes in my opinion). I learned so much from all the insightful comments, thank you! And I’m going to carve out some time today to make some replies over there. Yes, much to be said about it all, but since I’m not a political blogger, I’ll just echo what president-elect Joe Biden said in his statement this past weekend: “with the campaign over, it’s time to put the anger and harsh rhetoric behind us and come together as a nation. It’s time for America to unite. And to heal. We are the United States of America. And there’s nothing we can’t do, if we do it together.” Amen.
All that political stuff aside, we’ve got a missionary to send out in two days.
This home MTC has been a pretty great experience I have to say, and I will talk more about it when I can get my brain and heart wrapped around it, but for today let’s talk about tennis and being “in the position.”
We had a song leader in primary in church years ago who the kids adored. She was so spunky and fun and made those cute primary kids’ eyes gleam with excitement when it was time to sing. And she was magical because she got those kids singing so beautiful and filled up with love for what they were singing, often teary-eyed the “felt” that music so much. One thing that I remember about her is that when getting kids ready to start singing a song, she would remind them to get “in the position.” She had taught them well what that “position” was: sitting straight up, lungs ready, eyes on her.
I think about that often, because for so much of life, if we want to get beauty out of it all, we need to be “in the position.”
One of my very favorite things about having Grace at home for her mission prep is that we’ve had the opportunity to play tennis practically every day since she started her MTC experience eight weeks ago.
And I’m not going to know what’s hit me on Wednesday morning when she’s gone.
Each morning we have headed over to our neighbor’s tennis court for our standing date at 10:00 after her first online class and have played our hearts out.
We started this little deal in the heat of the summer, sweating our guts out there on that court, imagining with relish what it would feel like to be there on that same court near the end of her MTC experience when it would surely be cooler.
And now it’s hard to believe that day has come, and we are actually wearing sweatshirts out there.
Sometimes we have added her siblings in the mix:
And sometimes with her dad (who dunked us in the pool when we were done one of the days since it was so dang hot):
We’ve played in the mountains:
And always, always have followed up our games with a green smoothie (Grace has mastered the green smoothie):
You may think all this tennis would make me a better player.
Yes, that would make sense, right?
But I have to say that as the weeks went by, I continued to take a dive in my tennis skills.
I was always a step behind, making my swing off kilter, a lot of errors. Sure, we had some great rallies, and we loved it all, but I lost. And lost. And lost again.
But you know what I realized? What I needed to do was to be “in the position” when Grace smacked that ball to me. I needed to be facing the right way, feet in the right spot to step into the swing, “in the position” so that I could catch that spin or run wherever she would hit it.
And gradually, gradually (because being “in the position” often isn’t easy), I started to be able to hit that ball back better. And harder. And I’ve even beat that girl a couple times with all that work.
The reason I bring this up? Because there are so many things to be “in the position” for in life. It means being in the position to reach up to God, to let Him into our lives. In the position to notice when someone might need a little encouragement. In the position to lift and to understand and to listen.
Learning to be in the position isn’t always easy, and takes work. But as I’ve learned to mold myself better into that position in so many things in life, I find so much more satisfaction and love and happiness.
So there you go, my thoughts on a Monday morning as I get ready to send my tennis partner off into the wild blue yonder of Texas and beyond.