Running the Bases Hearing the Right Voices.
I often feel uncertain about whether I hear clearly the direction I need and lack the confidence to know what I am supposed to do.
Today I read a post on Chris Fabry's blog that I found significant and timely. He tells the story of his 12 year old son returning to first base at a little league game because of confusion and inability to discern the voice of the umpire. You may read it at: http://chrisfabry.blogspot.com/2013/10/base-path-voices.html
This is my comment regarding how it touched me:
Thank you for sharing this. I so often lack the confidence that I clearly hear the voice of my umpire. Just as your 12 year old son felt a need to return to first base, the voices of self-doubt and fear often cause me to retreat and not make progress toward goals or aspirations. Your post is quite timely. I am currently in a season in which I recognize a pattern in myself of doing and undoing. When I attempt to swing at a hope or longing and take a step forward, I am bombarded with noise in my soul. I question whether I even deserve to be in the ball bark much less dare to dream. Oh how I desire the joy of running the bases and hearing that grand declaration SAFE!
Today I read a post on Chris Fabry's blog that I found significant and timely. He tells the story of his 12 year old son returning to first base at a little league game because of confusion and inability to discern the voice of the umpire. You may read it at: http://chrisfabry.blogspot.com/2013/10/base-path-voices.html
This is my comment regarding how it touched me:
Thank you for sharing this. I so often lack the confidence that I clearly hear the voice of my umpire. Just as your 12 year old son felt a need to return to first base, the voices of self-doubt and fear often cause me to retreat and not make progress toward goals or aspirations. Your post is quite timely. I am currently in a season in which I recognize a pattern in myself of doing and undoing. When I attempt to swing at a hope or longing and take a step forward, I am bombarded with noise in my soul. I question whether I even deserve to be in the ball bark much less dare to dream. Oh how I desire the joy of running the bases and hearing that grand declaration SAFE!
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