Sports was my world when I was young.
I dreamed of being Tom Seaver, the star pitcher of my New York Mets.
In my imaginings, I could get my knee dirty just like he did after every pitch. I had his wind-up and delivery down. I knew his statistics.
No one dared tell me I was slight of build, lacked the muscle to deliver a pitch that fast and certainly didn’t have the discipline or mentor to even keep me from being cut from the high school freshman team.
When sports didn’t work, I tried my hand at politics and discovered I was very good at it. Never lost an election. Thought about changing the world. I discovered there were more aggressive cut-throats than the sensitive part of me wanted to spar with.
Next up: radio. I enjoyed it and discovered my audience enjoyed me. But it wasn’t meant to be.I had always loved senior citizens. Nothing short of God’s hand led me into senior social services and then into hearing health where I “found myself” for thirty years. I could never have imagined myself in an exam room when I was dreaming about The Mets. In fact, I don’t even have a picture of Tom Seaver in my office. But like The Mets, God pulled me out of the cellar.Some seemingly find their careers as they come out of the womb. Others of us are not so lucky and there is some pain in the path.Unfulfilled desires do hurt. On the other hand, broken dreams can wake us up. There can be a lot of meaning in reality.
PORTAL TO HEAVEN: God dreams alongside of us. The challenge is for us to dream alongside him.
We can make our plans, but the LORD determines our steps.
Proverbs 16:9 NLT