The Pace of a Victory Lap

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Swing away.

I love baseball. A lot. It’s my favorite sport. I really love baseball.

I hate surprises. A lot. I do not appreciate being caught off guard and feeling unprepared. I really hate surprises.

The beauty of baseball is its’ impressively slow pace. You can get up, go to the bathroom, take your time walking around the stadium as you look for kettle corn and still not miss an inning by the time you get back to your seat.

The problem with surprises is the adrenaline rush that comes with them. Your head is spinning. Your heart is racing. Your palms start sweating. Your vision blurs and you suddenly lose your hearing. So even if the surprise is meant to be pleasant, your senses are so compromised, you aren’t able to take it all in.

Have you ever noticed the pause a batter will take before he begins to round the bases when he knows that he has just hit a home run?  The combination of solid contact with the ball and a full swing launches the ball high over the field and beyond the fence.  It’s obvious it will not be caught. It’s long gone.

And the batter knows before he begins running that the run will be counted; the point is already promised. He doesn’t need to rush his run. He can take his time rounding each corner, gently stepping on each base.  He has time to take in the moment, enjoy the view, and come home without wondering whether or not his ball made it to the other side.

He knows because every other player watches and their shoulders drop. They no longer man their bases and they all ease out of their defensive stances.  There’s really nothing they can do but watch.

He knows because the stadium erupts with cheering. Onlookers rise to their feet, clapping, and yelling. It’s clear from their view, in the stands, that no one will catch that ball.  Most of the time, they know before the players.  Why? Because their perspective is different.

Here’s the point– the life of a believer is like a home run hit. Everyday.

The end result of our lives has already been determined; what happens “next” is not a surprise. Our salvation is sure and our destination secured. Every breathe we breath is victory in and of itself.

So if we know Who’s we are, running the bases of life shouldn’t be a panicked scurry.  It should be a steady jog.  The stadium of Heaven is cheering us on because they know just where our souls landed on the other side… safely at home.

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About mndunn26

I recently realized that my life is somewhat of a beautiful mess. A "pollack-type-picture" if you will, of colors, experiences, and people that, despite the seeming disarray, is captivating & confusing; patterened & yet unpredictable. But most of all, it is mysteriously designed, purposed, and appointed. For what? I don't know yet... but I'm learning as I go.

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