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Archive for May, 2011

Old Traditions, New Traditions

Every year, for as long as I can remember, my whole family from my mom’s side has met in Seattle for a Mariners’ game. It’s one of my favorite family traditions. Besides being a mini-family reunion, there is just something special about the Mariners and going to the ballpark as a kid. I had the privilege of watching Jr., Randy, Edgar, Joey, Buhner, A-Rod, Lou and the rest of Seattle’s baseball greats way back even when they were in the Kingdome. Oh, and Dave Niehaus was there too. In my opinion, the only sound sweeter than the crack of the bat, was Dave yelling “My Oh My!”

If you’ve never been to a game in Seattle, you really should go! Maybe I’m a bit biased since I grew up there . . . I mean,  haven’t been to too many other stadiums, but I can say that the experience doesn’t compare to the ones I have been to. The fans do the wave at every game. And it doesn’t just fizzle out after one time around. It goes around at least 3 times strong, and even longer if they are winning. The crowd is loud and Seattle fans are loyal. You don’t see a lot of people sporting jersey’s from the opposing team. They go to the games even if they have a losing season. And who doesn’t love a big, happy, Moose?  In case your still not convinced . . . they have a retractable roof and the Mariners were born the same year that I was. Coincidence? I think not. Oh, and they have Ichiro. Enough said.

I’m not really a fan of rap, but this is nice tribute to Dave and the Mariners. I love the line that says “My city, my city, childhood, my life, watching Griffey right under those lights.”

Now that we live in San Diego, I’m not able to go to the family baseball games anymore, and I was a lot more sad about it than I expected. Plus, the only Seattle games televised here are the ones against the Padres (3 games here and 3 games in Seattle) and a few preseason ones since they train in Peoria with the Pads. Since I can’t go home for the game, we’ve started our own tradition of watching the Mariners when they come here. And since we can’t be with our family, we usually go with someone from our small group, our church family.  That’s how we are turning old traditions into new ones!

This year, we were blessed to go to two games! I felt like a little kid, I was so excited! At the friday night game, we went with friends and sat on the Mariner side in left field. Several other people we knew were there that night too. I guess everyone loves the Mariners! 😉 Mariners win 4-1.

Us with the Becks

This was taken with a cell phone, so it doesn’t do it justice, but this was one of the best fireworks displays I have ever seen!

A friend of mine gets Padre tickets through his work and was so sweet to give us his tickets to Saturday night’s game since he knew I liked the Mariners. The seats were AMAZING. 2nd row, off first base. I could have leaned over the wall and grabbed infield dirt and thrown it at the ump if I wanted to, we were that close. The guys next to us heckled James for marrying a Mariners fan, but that’s ok. I got the last laugh. Mariners won 4-0.

Our view

My love

I’m thankful that the Mariners come here each year and that we are able to go see them play. It makes being away from home a little bit easier!


The Power of Prayer

. . . and doing what God is calling you to do.

I have chronic pain in my neck and shoulders from a car accident I was in over two years ago. Some days are better than others, but I’m in some level of pain and have headaches almost everyday. I’m not complaining.  It is what it is, and I know other people who live with far worse pain than I. I’ve tried several types of treatment – Physical therapy, chiropractic care, physical therapy again, and now I’m in massage therapy.  The massage has been helping. I still have a ways to go, but I haven’t had a migraine for almost 4 months now! That’s progress 😀 But that’s not exactly what this blog entry is about.

Our church offers a prayer time after each service. I’ve thought about going up and being prayed over for my neck and back, but just never have. Why? Well, I already have people praying for me like my small group, and some friends & family. And I truly believe that God will heal me when He feels it’s time.  Whether it’s tomorrow or 10 years from now (hopefully he won’t wait that long!). But mostly, being prayed for by someone I don’t know makes me really uncomfortable. I’m not sure why exactly . . . could be pride, shyness, or not feeling worthy of a stranger’s time.  Probably a little of each.

Our church started a new series called Revolution a couple weeks ago. At this weekend’s service our pastor spoke about when Jesus washed his disciples feet. This story is always a hard one for me because I don’t like feet, and the thought of someone having to wash mine . . . wow. But, the point he made that really hit home to me is that it’s not only important to serve others, but it’s also important to let other’s serve you. I have a hard time with that. Pastor Darrel went on to say that when we don’t allow others to serve us, we are robbing them from the blessing God gives when they serve. I had never though about it that way.

When he said that, I knew that I had to go up and get prayer. That’s their ministry, to pray for people. And God has been whispering that I need to do this for awhile.  A very nice man from our church sat down with James and I and prayed over us and asked for healing on my back and neck.  He seemed to really understand how chronic pain effects people. I wish I could say that I walked out of there healed completely. But, the next best thing that could have happened did. 

You see, about a week ago, I slept on my shoulder wrong and my neck locked up and I could barely move it.  My shoulder became really inflamed and it was pretty painful.  This happens every couple months or so but it usually starts to get better after about 3 days.  A week later it still hadn’t gotten much better.  When we walked out to our car after receiving the prayer, I could feel my shoulders start to loosen. We got in the car and I could begin to move my neck.  By the time I got home, I had normal post-accident range of motion again. It was truly amazing! In a strange way, it made me really thankful for the amount of pain that I live with.  Not to have it, but thankful knowing that it could be a lot worse. Thankful for answered prayer. And for peace after doing something God had been putting on my heart to do for a while, but wouldn’t step out of my comfort zone to do. Thankful for the reminder of what can happen when you do what God asks of you. I’m praying that it blessed the man who prayed for us at least as much as it has blessed me. And I should clarify that I know he didn’t heal the kink in my neck, but he answered a calling from God to pray for others, allowing God to give me healing through him. 

Have you been avoiding anything that God has been calling you to do?