Bareness, plain, not-extraordinary, naked, a feeling of exposure, shame

These things hurt!

They makes my heart ache, hurt

Memories of playing baseball

Right field, maybe there won’t be a ball hit there

Oh no, fly ball, it is going to him!!!

“Catch it, Catch it, Catch that ball!”

Running  kind of fast.

stumbling   falling   tumbling   reaching out   stretching-my-arms   down I go 

sprawled out in the grass

“Did he catch it!?!?”

Getting up slowly

Embarrassed

checking my glove

“Wow, it’s there, I caught it, I CAUGHT it!”

Jogging back to the dugout

I hear the voices . . .

“Man, he is clumsy”

“Why does he always stumble”

That guy always falls down, what a klutz

Glad he is not on our team

So many eyes on my stumbling

So many eyes on my fall

My clumsiness in close view 

Bare-ness

Ouch!

Then, I hear my coach say

Great catch Terry, you never make it look easy

But you always make the CATCH – You are amazing!

His words make my heart beat again

I smile, 

Sit down on end of the bench

And I am okay for a bit

Until the next clumsy catch

Prayer – Lord, may I listen to the true voice, listen to your voice, that says “You are amazing!

Thank you, coach!