Last year, I swung the bat hard and missed the ball.
I struck out. So many times.
And it was the playoffs. And it was the bottom of the ninth in game seven and I needed my bat to connect with the ball.
At least it felt like everything was on the line.
This could have been really tough.
You see, I spent my entire life trying to hit the ball.
Not just hit the ball. I swung for the fences with every pitch. I needed to hit a home run.
Because if I didn’t hit a home run, who would love me?
If I couldn’t knock it out of the park, who could I impress?
If I couldn’t impress someone, how could I be worthy of acceptance?
Let alone love.
This was tough.
But something changed last year.
Actually, it’s probably been in process for much longer than a year, but last year was special.
It was a hard year. But it was incredible too.
Jesus showed me how much he loves me. There is nothing more or less I could do to earn this love. And it’s incredible.
And after a lifetime of trying to hit home runs to be able to get even a nod of approval from a few people in a sea of people I’ve never met, something changed.
I struck out big time last year, and everyone in the crowd cheered.
You see, the crowd changed.
It wasn’t even a crowd any more. It was a small group of the people who mattered most to me.
My inner circle has been cheering me on my whole life and has never stopped. Every time I came up to bat, they cheered. Every time I swung, they cheered. And every time I missed they stood up and applauded.
Aren’t love and grace so beautiful? And just so incredibly hard to wrap your mind around?
I can’t tell you how incredible it is to have a group of people cheering me on in pursuing risks that come with me pursuing the fulfillment of the purpose I have to accomplish on this earth.
I spent so many years feeling alone. I felt like I didn’t have a friend.
I found a deep well of unconditional love that never runs dry. And I have found my people.
Who are you swinging the bat for? Are they applauding you regardless of the result?