Tuesday, September 10, 2013


I don't know about you, but I don't like curveballs.  At the batting cage, I can hit the straight ball - even in the fastest cage.  But don't give me a curveball.  Whiff.

Reminds me of that big guy on Major League.

As in life too, the curveball that comes (because they always do) leave me reeling, back on my heels, bailing out, and all sorts of other phrases.  Whiff.

But the one thing it does do.  It does make me dependent.  It does drive me to prayer.  It does change my perspective on God's bigness and my smallness.  It does make me trust rather than try.

Sound familiar to you too?

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