Ever since the fall when I received a racketball racket as a gift, I've reserved Sunday nights to relax, get some exercise, and catch up with Jenny. I know I don't like to take Sabbaths, but in many ways these racketball dates have served as a wonderful time for me to unwind from the packed weekend.
Racketball Sundays have been a fabulous leisurely activity, but the sport has also revealed things about my character. I had never played the sport before this year so Jenny, given her experience, defeats me 95% of the time. But out of the 95%, a handful of them are times when I was leading most of the game, but suddenly lost grip. I let her get one point, then begin freaking out and the domino effect of losing points begins. Discouraged, I often stop running completely and barely attempt to swing my racket. It's pathetic how much one lost point affects my whole game and I lose complete hope. Defeat is written all over my body, and it is game over, even with much room for catching up and redemption.
I wonder if this alludes to how I respond to sin in my life.
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