Bottom of the Ninth

Dear Faithful KC Readers,

Some of you will heave a huge sigh of relief to hear that I am planning on scaling back the posts to this blog. When I started, they were nearly daily. A year in, they became a 3 times per week practice. God and I have been talking and we agree that the first fruits of my day should be given to the Fit2Finish blog and website ( where I will be generating energy for my soon to be published book, Fit2Finish: Keeping Your Soccer Players in the Game (from Morgan James Publishers). This means that posts to the KC will have to take a backseat.

Currently, they total nearly 400 posts (including about 65 drafts that have never been fully explored). If you have enjoyed reading the KC these many months, perhaps you’ll tip toe around the blog and read some past posts that will speak to you in a new way. God does that.

Rest assured, the Kinesthetic Christian is alive and well. She’ll still be traveling her days in motion with God. She just won’t be working it all out here, but she is trusting it will work out. It just needs to move from here. God’s like that. Never get too comfortable where you are. He’ll have somewhere new for you to be in the blink of an eye. About this fast…

In the time it takes to get from pitcher to catcher, from the mound to home, we live our lives. Our merciful and loving creator has stretched it out over a diamond, four base paths leading us on our way.

We get to first base, finally! Our first job, first boy friend, first article published.

We reach second, maybe on a steal or a ground out to first, maybe on a single back up the middle. Halfway, thank goodness. It was tough but we made it and learned a lot about ourselves in the process. The new us takes a big lead because what’s ahead is so worth it and no one gets picked off second!

We sprint for third on the comebacker to the mound, daring the pitcher to throw wild. And OMG, he falls for it. The ball sails into left field. We’re rounding third, heading for home.

We look straight ahead and run like we’ve never run before. Could be a bang-bang play at the plate. The crowd is on its feet. Here comes the throw. We slide. Dust and cleats and catcher’s mask and chest protector. Safe!

The bench empties. Cheers and hoots, back slaps and high fives. Pandemonium in the stands. Every spectator on his feet. The run counts. We win.

Wait. Who is that in the on deck circle? I didn’t see him before. Big guy. Big bat. Bet he would have launched a sacrifice fly to get me in from third.


To my dear friends who are rounding third and heading for home, may you experience the Peace of the Promise, the assurance of the Sacrifice Fly Ball. He’s on deck. Been there since the opening pitch. Thanks be to God.

About wlebolt

Life comes at you fast. I like to catch it and toss it back. Or toss it up to see where it lands. I do my best thinking when I'm moving. And my best writing when I am tapping my foot to a beat no one else hears. Kinesthetic to the core.

Posted on June 10, 2014, in Body, faith, In Action, Life, writing and tagged , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 4 Comments.

  1. davecaroline7

    I’ll miss reading your very well written thought provoking posts… God bless you Wendy. I’m so thankful to have reconnected with you after all these years

  2. KC will be missed by many. I have saved and bookmarked several posts. We proudly look forward to your book. Much success, dear one.

  3. Thanks Melanie. It’s funny, I don’t really know how many people read my posts. I’m glad you’ve enjoyed them and I hope folks will continue to stumble upon them – or perhaps I will return to them after a hiatus. Heaven knows I have sticky notes and colored tabs galore marking fertile ground for writing.

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