by Lisa B on July 22, 2010
“What we have here, is a failure to communicate.” – Cool Hand Luke
This pretty much sums up how I’ve felt the past 2 months. Good grief. I just logged in here and it was exactly 2 months yesterday the last time I posted here.
Mom must be mad with me because she hasn’t even called to see if I’m still alive. This blog was her way of keeping up with what was going on in my life.
The truth is, I haven’t felt compelled to write here. Whether it’s Satan attacking me (no one reads your blog any more) or just too much softball (never being at home), I just haven’t written here.
I have been keeping busy lately helping some of my favorite Proverbs 31 Ministries ladies out with different techie issues. Did you know Lysa TerKeurst moved her site to WordPress? It’s beautiful with a capital B! I didn’t design it but I’m helping maintain it and handling hosting issues and such. I helped LeAnn launch She Cooks which is totally hilarious to me because I’m the Queen of Drive Thrus. There are others I’ve been helping and another site I’m trying to get up and running before next week. Because next week … is She Speaks.
Ya’ll. I can’t believe it. Seven days from now I’ll be in Concord helping behind the scenes to get prepared for She Speaks. I just ordered my business cards. Oh yeah, that reminds me. I’ve got another site to get up and running before next week – mine.
In preparation for next week though, I figured I’d better log in here and write something no matter how much choppy it is 
There’s some stuff I want to share with my She Speaks buddies for next week but instead of rewriting stuff, I’m just going to link to my old posts. Still good info
Maybe you click. Maybe you don’t.
She Speaks Tips
This could be the most important one you read. If this is your first time at She Speaks, DO NOT MISS the Prayer Room!
I’ve started a She Speaks 2010 page for you to link up your blog and your Twitter profile if you are going to be at She Speaks next week. This will help you get to know some of the other gals going and possibly make some connections beforehand.
If you’re there, come visit me at the She Seeks table or find me. If I look like a deer caught in headlights, just give me a hug and say “bless your heart.” Give me a minute to process what you say — especially if you talk fast. I’m a true southerner … slow brain and all!
by Lisa B on May 21, 2010
All day I had been planning a speech — a pep talk for my women’s ball team. We were 2-10 (that’s won 2 games, lost 10 games). I was going to share much of my revelation from yesterday’s post — we’re blessed to be able to even hold a bat and run the bases. Just being on the field is a blessing. We were playing the first place team (again!). Each time we’d played them, they’d run ruled us — some games more than others. I wanted to tell my team that my goal was to make them play 7 innings of ball!
Before the game, all I could get out was “I got new balls!”
We started off scoring first. Runners got on before me and I hit to right field. She missed the ball. I ran to 2nd — they threw home. I ran to 3rd. She overthrew 3rd so I ran home. That’s how crazy most of the game was. We played hard — every single one of us. When someone made an error, I made sure to yell as loud as I could to shake it off — good stop if it was a bad throw — try to find something positive about the situation. Of course I had one hit over my head. I turned towards the fence and let out a scream and I was over it.
I never asked what the score was and I was thankful I never heard it. I didn’t even know what inning it was. I just knew we had to get 3 outs. That’s what I concentrated on. I bobbled a fly ball and ended up pinning it against my stomach — out! Yes! I jumped up and down. Probably looked like an idiot
We got the last out (bases were loaded). We were walking to the dugout. I thought I’d heard the ump call ball game but I had to ask someone else. Was that ball game? Yes. Did we win? Yes. WUHOO! I whooped and hollered like I didn’t have any sense. But you know what? It was awesome. Simply awesome!
When we got into the car, Doodle asked me if we’d won the championship game. “No,” I replied, “it was better than the championship!”
Congratulations Luther’s Angels! We’re now 3 and 10 playing the #3 team in the championship game Tuesday night! {insert long, jumpy, happy dance here}
by Lisa B on May 20, 2010
If any of you know me in person, you know I’ve been playing a lot of softball lately. It seems to be winding down as our co-ed team is in tournament play and Tuesday night my ladies’ team finished the last regular season game.
The game Tuesday? Was frustrating and painful. We played the first place team. Please don’t get me wrong – I wasn’t frustrated with anything anyone else on my team did. I was totally frustrated with me. I hit to the first baseman twice and made it very easy for her to get outs. Then I hit to the pitcher but somehow managed to beat out the throw. I was mad. I was determined to get there. And when I did beat out the throw? Something I never would have been able to do before I started to workout? I was still mad because I hit it back to the pitcher. I couldn’t even give myself credit for running hard.
Wednesday morning came and I was still down. I really tweaked my quad muscle and it hurt to walk. Our co-ed team was supposed to play our next game in the tournament and I didn’t feel like going. Duck’s group (which I run sound for) was supposed to be playing at a church service. He wasn’t going to the game which was disappointing because we were missing a few other players too. We had decided the group could do without me so I could go to the game, but the way I hit Tuesday, I didn’t have any confidence to go play.
Then the wonderful news came. Ball game canceled. I could let my leg rest. Our players would be back for the make-up game Monday. This was great news.
So I got to go to the church service. And. Oh. My. Did God show up and give me a reality check. See, this was no regular church. At least, not like you and I know it. This church is part of an intermediate care facility for the mentally retarded – profound, severe or moderate mental retardation.
Many were escorted in wheelchairs. Many were just escorted. I fought back tears as I realized how amazingly blessed I am to have 2 fully functioning arms and 2 fully functioning legs (even with a pulled muscle!). How blessed I am to be able to hold a bat, grip a ball or run the bases. I realized softball is just a game and it’s supposed to be for fun.
The biggest realization came when Duck’s band played “He’s got the whole world in His hands” — because it was then that I realized how truly mentally handicapped I am. Here were many who were doing the hand motions and singing as best they can — and they were truly worshiping God. They weren’t worried about what anyone else thought. They weren’t worried about what anyone else was doing. They just sang and bounced and had a grand time! I should be like that when I worship God! A child-like faith.
I thank God He had us right where He wanted us to be last night.
Tonight my ladies’ team plays the first place team again as the first round of the tournament starts. My prayer is that I will realize how much I am blessed to even be out there on the field and win or lose, have fun playing the game.
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