Two of my good friends (Anita and Mary Beth) came to visit me last month. Instead of our usual go to lunch or get a pedicure, I suggested we go bowling. They agreed, so off to the bowling alley we went.
I can’t remember the last time I went bowling, but I did remember to bring socks and that I had to rent shoes. So did my friends.
After paying to bowl and ordering food, we found our assigned lane and put on our attractive bowling shoes. Then the search for just the right ball began.
Searching for a ball I could actually carry and fit my fingers in was a chore. Low pound balls were hard to come by, but my friend Anita found an 8 pound medium, which we decided to share, and Marybeth had no problems finding a ten pounder.
Once we had our balls, I entered our names into the automatic scorekeeper and we were ready to begin our bowling adventure.
We all three got off to a slow start with gutter balls, if I remember correctly. Despite the gutters we high-fived and gave fist bumps after every roll of the ball. And we cheered one another on.
Anita commented she had never been cheered on in a sport and how she really liked it. We all liked it. Three friends out for an afternoon of sporting fun, loving and supporting one another.
We barely paid attention to the scoreboard because we were too busy laughing and cheering. Suffice it to say, the professional bowlers have nothing to worry about with the three of us. We don’t care.
What we did care about was being together and doing something different. In case you’re wondering which of us won, Mary Beth and Anita said I did. But who’s keeping score.
The blank page taunts me. The cursor on the page blinks incessantly as I try to reach deep inside and pull out words to write.
Sometimes the words pour out. Other times not so much. Those are the times I stare at a blank page and feel like I have nothing to say.
I actually have a lot to say. However, some of what I have to say is not ready to share in such a public forum. It’s a long, painful story with no end in sight. So for now that page will stay blank.
What I can write about today is having grace; the exercise of love, kindness, mercy, favor disposition to benefit or serve another.
Each of us possess the ability to have grace. Unfortunately, not everyone practices it and many show it by posting on social media.
Everyday I come across a post, a tweet or Instagram story by or about unkind people. Racism, homophobia and just downright meanness are common themes in my newsfeeds and in the media. It’s very disheartening.
Despite the negativity and unkindness, I still believe the world has more people who love, are kind and willing to help others than not.
These are the people I want to (and do) surround myself with. The people I’m drawn to. The ones who lift me up, who inspire, who challenge me in a kind and loving way.
We can choose to disagree on a topic or belief and still remain in grace doing so. I will calmly listen to you with an open mind. In doing so we may discover things on which we can agree. Wouldn’t that be great?!
I choose and try everyday to stand in grace with everyone I know and meet. Myself included.
A few days ago, I was speaking with a friend who was going through a rough time. She cried a bit as we talked then she asked me to make her laugh.
“I bought a new pair of running shoes,” I said to which she responded with lots of laughter. She knows my lack of love for exercise and I knew she would laugh at the thought of me running.
My new running shoes are due to my friend Stephanie who is on the move, quite literally (walking, running, swimming, yoga), and is encouraging others to do the same.
There was a time when I walked and ran every day around a gorgeous lake. Once we moved from the lake I stopped walking as the view wasn’t the same and if you miss one day you’re almost destined to miss two then three, etc. At least that’s how it went for me.
Since Stephanie started moving and posts her daily progress and inspiring quotes on Facebook, my feet have started itching to move too. Hence the new shoes.
As I write this I’m waiting on the shoe’s delivery, which is expected any day. When they do arrive, my plan is to start walking. My husband agreed to walk with me.
The shoes may sit in the box a few days while I get
my mindset right off my lazy butt. I know this about myself and own it. However, my intention is to start walking again and even running once I build up my strength.
I have Stephanie to thank for encouraging me to get out and move and new shoes for giving me something to make my friend laugh.
P.S. – My shoes arrived. They sat in the box after a “try-on” for two days. Stephanie came by Wednesday to take me walking. We walked a mile! Yay, me!!