Microsoft insisted on doing an audit of our PC’s so here it is 11:51 PM and I am trying to stay awake. The IT guys seem to be handling it well enough so let me muse about sport. Tomorrow morning’s squash appointment at 6 with my daughter is becoming more and more daunting every minute.
Yes, besides running, I have taken up squash again on popular demand. @Francois (my brother) if you read this, let’s make a game whenever we meet again. He has been playing squash pretty consistently over many years now. It was my other brother, Nicolai, who taught me to play. In those days we were fast. Our shots weren’t that good, but we could reach almost anything.
Now the tables are turned. I am the one with the relatively accurate shots and the younger ones are scrambling to get there.
Another player in his mid-twenties asked me why I am so good. (It’s all relative, mind you…) Is it my genes? So I told him no, it is my hard work. Later, I started thinking about that. Yes, I should give credit where it is due. God made me the way I am. The Psalmist says it well:
“For you created my inmost being;
you knit me together in my mother’s womb.
I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made;
your works are wonderful,
I know that full well.”
So yeah, genes. DNA. That comes into it and I want to acknowledge that here on my blog. Interestingly the guy asked me the same question a few days later and then I told him the truth. Praises to God for the unique way He made me. (and you)
That is the starting point. We then work with what we have been given. We work hard, we develop skill and stamina. And hopefully, we have fun while doing so. And still, God does not abandon his creation. He works in us, motivating us, loving us, giving us peace. Even the hard work we do would not be possible without Him.