June 2, 2012

Talking Tennis

Tennis.
Rackets.
Pro shop.
Country club.
US Open.
Have I mentioned that I am a runner?
More familiar with these words:
Trainers.
Spikes.
Steve Prefontaine.
Lactate threshold.
Out and back.
I don't even know what a backswing is.
And yet, at this moment, I am surrounded by tennis balls.
Dealing with a punk kid from the pool.
Looking at an empty schedule for the afternoon and an empty office.
Accepting monatony.
Denying laziness.
Considering an ab workout for the next five hours.
As far as jobs go, I really can't complain.
I believe that this is what they call "easy money".
There are no parades minutes behind me.
No crazy guests exhausted from the heat and demanding water.
But I do feel like a runner and an adventuresome spirit and a "get up a do something" girl stuck in an easy going rut.
Searching for purpose here.
Wearing a new nametag.
Soaking in summer.
A real summer.
A summer like I haven't had in a long time.
A summer where I have time to sit in the sunshine.
To read a bunch of books.
To train.
To catch up with old friends.
A summer to be bored.
And a summer where I have a chance to serve.
To search for something bigger than me.
Want to read something funny?
Something ironic?
Something that will let you get a peek into my heart and its desires?
Well then...look at this blog post that I posted almost exactly one year ago today.
I promise it's one of my favorites, because I've never written words that I meant more than them.


That's my heart cry.
Serving God, no matter what.
In a quiet tennis shop.
In front of a castle.
On a dusty road that my grandpa walked as a kid.
In the middle of Australia.
Wherever I go, whatever I do, no matter where my office view is...serving God isn't a location based thing.
It's a heart based thing.
Something I can do from wherever I am...even if it simply means doing my job to the best of my ability for the time being.
This isn't where I want to stay, but it's where I am located.
So I'm talking tennis right now.
For some reason, this is exactly where I am supposed to be for the time being.
Serving God in a tennis shop with free time to spare.

Colossians 3:17
And whatever you do or say, do it as a representative of the Lord Jesus, giving thanks through him to God the Father.