5.30.17
Today we had our second to last frisbee game. It started pretty late, about 9:15pm. Scott picked me up and we drove over to the game. As soon as we got to the field I jumped out of the car and jogged over to check in. I hid my arm half behind my back as we were doing the preliminaries, hoping they wouldn't find my Fitbit. I was blessed, because they didn't see it;)
The game went well. We had seven players, so we had a full team but we didn't have any subs so we were all on the field for the entire hour, which gets tiring. As usual, the team was killing it. There was also a girl I hadn't met before named Lacey who was amazing! I spent almost the entire game on defense, just trying to block whoever I was assigned to. I did pretty well, although the other team had fast girls and subs. At the end of the game I passed the frisbee maybe twice, although other than that I just did defense and ran a lot.
We all did our best, although the score near the end of the hour was 5-11. They only needed one more point to win. Somehow we managed to score two more points before they got us:) I was really proud of the team, although I've noticed that I'm all smiles and cheerful until the end of the game. I get super competitive, and being beat is harder to swallow than I'd like it to be. However, I was more conscious of it this time. Something to improve on.
As Scott and I were heading back I felt pretty frustrated. I had been open many times, but not passed to. I just didn't feel like I was needed. The girls I guarded were either never thrown to or too fast for me to catch. I was mostly frustrated with myself. If only I had been faster or more willing to throw myself into other people or into the ground like everyone else.
However, God really does know our needs. He knows my needs. After getting cleaned up I went to do some scripture reading while waiting for my hair to dry (which takes forever and which has conveniently given me time to write this.) I was reading in Corinthians for my "Jesus Christ and the Everlasting Gospel" class when I came across the part that talks about the many members making up the one body. I was dutifully reading and marking, until the scriptures became very personal and relevant.
I read in chapter 12 verse 22 these words:
"Nay, much more those members of the body, which seem to be more feeble, are necessary."
In that moment, that described me perfectly. I had been so focused on the successes of others and my perceived failures, that I had forgotten what comes next.
Verse 26 says,
"And whether one member suffer, all the members suffer with it; or one member be honoured, all the members rejoice with it."
Each one of my team member's successes was part of My success. It wasn't about me at all. Whether or not I touched the frisbee, or got a point, or ran fast enough. It was about the team, and doing our best. Together. I didn't see that today, until God blessed me with some verses that opened my eyes, and, quite frankly, humbled me. Even as a "weak" member, I am still part of the team. And all of us are needed.
It's the same way with God. To him, we're all weak and feeble. We can never run fast enough, or throw far enough, or make enough points. In fact, on our own we can't make any progress. It's only through the Savior that we pull through. And I will never complain that he "always gets the frisbee." Only He can win the game. I'm just thankful I get to play at all, and be on His team as one of His players.
Funny how something as small as a BYU intramural frisbee team game makes you think about the Savior and your relationship to Him. Must be all those religion classes I'm taking right now;)
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