Tuesday, July 26, 2016

I think I'm still learning forgiveness.

I can actually remember many times where I've hesitated to say the word "hate," but few times that I have actually felt hate. I don't like to toss that word around loosely. I even find guilt abound whenever I do dare to say the word "hate" - especially while directed at someone else. I'm sure this guilt comes from some part of my upbringing - that Baptist, southern guilt that tells you hating is just above murder on the scale of inner sin.

I'm stuck in a place where I recognize the feeling I have as forgiveness, or reconciliation, but the actual act that is being forgiven I shouldn't want to forget and let go of. Sometimes people make it really hard to just give them a second chance.

Anyway, I say all of this to say, I hope you aren't living with hate in your heart. I hope that you have love and forgiveness. Truly. 

Wednesday, July 20, 2016


I really, really missed baseball.

I used to attend Braves games back in Atlanta a lot. And when I wasn't doing that, I was attending nearly every softball game that my best friend Melody was in. And when I wasn't doing that, I was playing baseball and softball recreationally through programs at school, church, in my backyard and with the neighborhood kids. It's always been a huge part of my life. One of the first things my dad taught me how to do was pitch, catch and hit. We spent hours in the backyard playing.

I love the atmosphere of baseball - people getting into the spirit of the game, spending time outdoors, eating hot dogs, drinking beer, doing the wave, stomping across the bleachers to make more noise, and cheering when there's a double, triple or home run. Summer days watching baseball games always puts me in the best spirits. There's something so relaxing and calming about being in a place, enjoying a good sport, as the sun gets softer and sets and the air gets cooler. I wish I could bottle those moments up and never let them go.

This is only 1/3 of the group, but it's the only picture I have and I stole it. Yes, I was trying to look grumpy. The frontman, Tristan, is my play-nemesis.

We had a morale event with our coworkers Tuesday night. We headed to Safeco field in Seattle and watched the Mariners take on the White Sox. We lost 6-1, but it was still a great game. I was probably bound to feel that way, anyway. I just enjoyed every second of being there. I can finally cross off a Mariners game from my list of things I have yet to do in Seattle.

Now I just need an excuse to get out there more often and find someone who will go with me.