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I held the bow in my left hand. With my right hand, I simultaneously gripped the arrow and pulled the string back as far as I could. I squinted my eyes, zeroing in on the bullseye, the target. I released the string, and with a twang, the arrow went sailing through the air – landing about three feet in front of me.
It was in my 10th grade P.E. class and once again I embarrassed myself with my lack of athleticism. Oh well, at least I didn’t let a team down. Thank goodness for individual sports like archery.
I am the most un-athletic person I know. When I was young, unless one of my best friends was captain, I was usually among the last three picked for a team. My natural reflex to any type of ball heading in my direction was to flinch and cover my face with my hands. I never learned tennis or golf, the games of women my age.
The only athletic activity I am remotely adept in is snow-skiing. Go figure – I’m a native Floridian and lifelong resident of the snowless, mountainless state. Even so, I’m not a proficient skier. Just ask my husband, whom I have pushed off the chair-lift more than once; or my brother, who once skied backwards while holding my ski tips when I panicked at the top of a mountain; or that couple in Austria I plowed down as I tried to make a turn. I’m thankful I couldn’t understand them as they were picking themselves up off the ground – I think it was something like “stupid American.”
So, you get the picture. I am not athletic. At. All. I do well to walk my dog, although I once sprained my ankle doing that. Considering this, I have one simple question.
If children are like arrows, how in the world did I manage to shoot mine off so far?
One child is in the business world in Nashville, 700 miles from home. The other is in graduate school in Edinburgh, Scotland studying Urban Strategies and Design. It is my prayer that wherever they go and whatever they do, they will bring honor to God and help further His Kingdom in our world. Perhaps I should have added to my quiver, I may have had one who stayed a little closer to home.