Today was gorgeous outside yet again!Our Heavenly Father has been so generous lately with this amazing weather, hasn't He?
So I hit up the tennis courts this afternoon for a little game of Love.
It is ironic, really, that the word "Love" should refer to not having scored anything yet. Most people equate "Love" precisely with scoring, although that is an error of judgment, also.
I kinda wanted to keep my score as "Love" simply because this word is much more fun to yell out across the court than it would be to say some silly Arabic number (and this is what I do at my day job, really, and who wants to do more of that when it's the summertime?).
But, really, we didn't keep score at all, and that probably is the way it should go with Love, anyhow.
Of course, Love seems to be the very thing that alludes us all, lately. At least with the people I have been hanging out with, none of us can seem to figure it out -- and we talk about it constantly.
Love is this nebulous entity that is difficult to find. We know that God is Love, and we know that our friends and family give Love, and some of us have experienced romantic Love, but why is it so difficult to find and hold onto?Anyway, I digress.
I'm so fortunate that there's a set of 6 tennis courts within walking distance of my apartment. So I played with my pink and white tennis racket, and we even used my pink tennis balls. I'm such a dork; I even planned a special tennis outfit for the occasion. :-)
Now I have that lovely feeling of having been out in the sun. It's not the annoying kind; it's the gentle kind that makes you feel warm and healthy.
I can't wait to play my next game. And if you wanna play and don't mind using pink tennis balls, just let me know!
