Have you ever noticed when at bat, sometimes players accidentally let go of the bat with their swing? It makes me laugh when they stop, and quizzically look at their hands. Like, hey, who just let go of my bat? Then they go get more rosin or clap their hands, and shake their heads, wondering what happened. (Note: in this picture-the bat was just thrown in frustration. Not what I mean.)
Or I'm walking along and trip. I frown and look at my feet and stare at the smooth concrete, like how dare you make me trip. Then glance around to see if anyone saw me. Snicker...
"Watch over your heart with all diligence, for from it flow the springs of life. Let your eyes look directly ahead ,and let your gaze be fixed straight in front of you. Watch the path of your feet, and all your ways will be established." Proverbs 4:23, 25-26
Why, when I goof up, I first tend to blame it on circumstances, others, or "just couldn't help it?" Why, when I know my heart, head, mouth or focus was not in the right place?
May I hold tight and concentrate on the bat at hand.
Photo: Seattle Times newsource. (B. J. Upton)
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