God Can’t Make You But You Can Let Him

by | Apr 24, 2017 | On Writing | 7 comments

P_20180226_121608.jpgJust when you think there’s going to be a breather between some professional sports championship or another, a new season starts. Remember the Sweet Sixteen in basketball? Done. Now we have baseball to think about. Our Seattle Mariners have already played several games—they’re about even for wins and losses—but I still can’t get used to it.  In my mind baseball is a summer sport, but the April weather in the Pacific Northwest says anything but summer. No matter; our M’s are used to the rain and sunshine so they travel here and there, swinging at pitches, throwing, catching and striking out. It’s practice, practice, practice.


Little League baseball wasn’t around when I was little, we just had our neighborhood match-ups, usually boys against the girls. I’ll never forget that fateful day when my head collided with a bat. I was playing catcher; my friend Colleen was up to bat and when she swung through her pitch, I ended up getting knocked ‘thwap!’ in the head. I fell down unconscious and the next thing I remember was sitting in the front seat of our station wagon, a rag held to my pounding head, my mom frantically driving to the hospital. We made it to the emergency room where I received a multitude of stitches. I still have the suggestion of a mild lump right above my left eye and a very, very faint scar. That’s a fun story to tell but there is nothing fun about being in the wrong place at the wrong time.

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   God’s not using a bat these days but he is budging me ever closer to playing my own position in the correct game in the season where He’s called me to practice. Because, boy, can I get in the wrong place. The field of Christian bloggers is a big one, the voices out there are many and the messages come thick and fast. I fall prey time and time again to wondering what all the other players are doing.  I don’t want to just be outstanding in my field, I want to be outstanding in everyone else’s field—looking at the uniforms, admiring the bright colors, noticing the cheer of the crowd when a star player is up to bat.

Then I hear the voice of The Coach hollering at me from the dugout, “Keep your eye on the ball!”

“No, your own ball, not that one!”

I am prone to want to be everywhere else instead of exactly where God has called me to be.

I want to sound and look like the homerun hitters, the crowd pleasers. I imagine the cheers and attention of onlookers applauding my brilliant plays. Wouldn’t it be grand to have all those followers?

And there He is again, an aside this time, just He and I standing at the edge of the grass as the sun goes down.  A whisper, “You weren’t made for the big crowds, the nameless faces. You want a personal touch when you swing your words out into the world, connecting with people one at a time. That’s who you are.”

The reminder rings true deep down.

I wasn’t called to be playing the field out under the lights, waving to the fans in the stadium. I’m more of a snack bar conversation kinda gal, chatting one-on-one with the folks in front of me in line waiting for their hot dog and coke. You know, where we can talk about the weather and our kids and our week.

I come alive when I’m sharing in an intimate group around a living room or kitchen table, talking in a small chapel or chatting with friends on a front porch. I feel the pleasure of God and the most like myself when what I have to say is welcomed bit by bit, little by little, one friendship and one connection at a time.

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When a principle or phrase is being drilled down into our spirits, don’t we often say God is really “driving it home?” Maybe it’s because He knows how many times we have to run the bases to come around again and again to what we know is true. And I’ve been running the bases a lot.

I know my propensity for distraction, the mixed-up desires I have to be like everybody else, but I’m turning again in the direction of the dugout early and more often. When I consider the corner of the world where I’ve been given a chance to bring light to others, when a bat goes swinging and a ball comes my way, I’m learning to stand my ground and yell, “not mine! Not mine!” and let another player catch it.

If I start complaining about my position on the field, or glance at the scoreboard to see who’s ahead, I remind myself to stay tuned to the Coach. My prayers are changing from, “God please help me hear you,” to, “God, I give you permission to speak. As many times as you need to, remind me this patch of grass, right here at short stop, glove in hand is where I need to stay.”

“And if you need to, yell like all good coaches do.”

I’m keeping my eyes on the ball, and if it connects with the bat and gets knocked out of the park, I’ll let God decide who sees it. I’m just going to keep on swinging.


  1. Jody- Such a timely reminder, as I embark on my dream of writing fiction. It’s so easy to compare myself to others, and that just deflates my enthusiasm and wastes a lot of energy. Thanks for the reminder to listen to the Coach, and I like how you give Him permission to yell at your like coaches are known to do. Sometimes I’m so distracted, He does have to yell to get my attention. LOL!

  2. Absolutely perfect post to read this morning because I am praying about whether to take on “something” or not. Your words were God’s today for me. As I was praying, I heard the old words, “the need is not the call.” I wondered, though, if it was just me talking. Then, your post. Sweet.

    • Oh, don’t you love God’s ‘sacred echoes’? (to quote Margaret Feinberg). “The need is not the call”–so good! So glad these words ministered to you.

  3. A back-swing from my youth just replayed itself: my brother once coshed me with a nine iron. It probably explains some things to this day! 🙂

    I love this post. I need this post. I’m saving this post to re-read.

    And I’m rejoicing with you as you fully inhabit your God-given turf, Jody. It is lovely to witness. And inspiring.

    • Not sure if I should hit the ‘like’ button here, Laurie; ouch! I appreciate your affirmation–I’m so grateful to be on the same team!

  4. This is absolutely right on, Jody. I had a few blessed years where I was comfortable where I was and with what God has called me to, but I’ve discovered that I’m quite susceptible to the loud voices that call my attention away from that, whether those voices originate from my life or inside my head. That is often what I talk to God about, that I would keep the voices in my life at their appropriate levels, so I can actually hear His. (Also, it isn’t bats I have to watch out for, it’s balls. I am a magnet. My head is a magnet. When our family goes to a ball game and a player pops a fly, my husband and son automatically position themselves to shield me with their bodies.)

    • oh, Natalie, that makes me smile…..your son and husband shielding you from flying baseballs. Thanks for the high five; yours is a voice I appreciate.


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