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Frisbee and a 'holy day'
One Monday night, I was playing indoors with a large group of people, and I was barefoot. The game was fun; there was a lot of spirited and joyful competition between the two teams, and I was playing fairly well. Overall, I was having a great time. My day had not gone as smoothly as I’d hoped, and I’d been looking forward to frisbee as a way to burn off some steam.
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Partway through the game, I was sprinting down the court and had to stop suddenly, reacting to the path of the frisbee. I landed on one of my bare heels with all my weight, and the shock was extraordinary and quite painful.
My initial reaction was frustration that I wouldn’t be able to play anymore. I wasn’t ready to quit for the night—I’d been doing so well! Almost immediately, I decided that I would continue to play, and just push through the pain, ignoring that “still small voice” of God (see I Kings 19:12) telling me to be still. I’d been taught to rely on God, but in that moment, I was stubbornly insisting on relying on my own fallible strength.
My stubborn desire to handle this without God vanished, and I was grateful for His presence.
Taking a step forward, it became clear that “pushing through the pain” wasn’t a smart option, since putting any pressure on my foot was almost unbearable. My frustration increased; I felt it wasn’t fair that such a great time be interrupted by this issue. As the game continued around me, I walked slowly down the court. I was watching the harmony everyone else was expressing and the hymn that begins “I walk with Love” came to mind (Minny M. H. Ayers, Christian Science Hymnal, No. 139).
I walk with Love along the way,
And O, it is a holy day;
No more I suffer cruel fear,
I feel God’s presence
with me here;
The joy that none can take away
Is mine; I walk with Love today.
—Minny M. H. Ayers, Christian Science Hymnal, No. 139
I could only remember the lines “I walk with Love along the way, / And O, it is a holy day.” So I started humming that to myself over and over again, affirming that with every single step I took, I was walking with God, divine Love. That despite feeling like I’d had a rough day, it had actually been a “holy day” because God had been in charge. My stubborn desire to handle this without God vanished, and I was grateful for His presence.
Almost immediately the pain began to recede, and I was able to jog again. I began playing once more, but was still experiencing discomfort every time my foot touched the ground. Then, the thought came to me that I needed to let go of the frustration about my day. I began really focusing on the idea that I’d had a holy day, rather than a rough one, and found that I was able to recognize and remember the good. Moments later, the pain was completely gone, and I was able to run and play with ease again.
About the author
Emily Clarke is a junior in college. She is pursuing a major in English and a minor in studio art. She loves to read, write, play frisbee, and cook.
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