So I woke up this morning at 6 am. Caught one of those 25,000 sunrises on my way to the ball field. We won, it was a beautiful day, driving home with the top down in the Viper and The Fray on the box. I was communing with God…
This time of the year, the weather in Florida is perfect. Making it even better, it was the middle of a three-week stretch where I would not be flying on any airplanes. Since it is the only three-week span like that all year until December, it is a moment to savor.
But God had other plans…
So now I’m writing this in seat 4C, on my way to Salt Lake City. Tomorrow is a funeral for Matthew Bradley. Matt was a son, a brother, a cancer survivor, a community activist, and a Paralympic athlete who died way too young. And I've been to way too many funerals lately for people who died way too young.
So all this has me reflecting on a couple thoughts to share with you…
I don’t question my coaches - softball or God. I trust them to put me in the best position to help the team. Sometimes they put you in a position you don’t understand, or send you to a place and you don’t know why. Sometimes you don't understand why you’re dealt challenges or detours. Embrace them anyway, knowing that they are stepping stones or lessons on the path to your highest good. And yes, sometimes you just have to take this on faith.
Live a life of adventure every day. Be bold. Be vulnerable. Be loving. Be real. Be epic. You probably won’t know when it is your last day. So live each day as if it is.
Share love. You also don’t know when it will be the last day for someone you love. Make sure they know you love them. And remind them again, often.
And speaking of that – thank you to all of you who come by the community here, join the discussion, challenge our thinking, and share your insights. Just want you to know I love and appreciate you guys!