Yeah, I like that a lot! Maybe it's our corner of the world, but at family gatherings, conversations frequently roll around to how the lack of swinging for the fences seems to have seeped into school, workplaces, sometimes even relationships and worship. Tom and I were talking the other night and I told him the saddest part is the ones who don't consistently do their best are teaching their kids to settle for mediocre, too.
We get pretty exasperated at the lack of attention our new neighbors give to their yard, and our adjoining fence. (Their insanely loud dobermans don't help either.) Our previous neighbors kept their yard looking like something from a magazine. I didn't think it was possible, but the new couple seem to know even less than Tom and I did when we moved in about landscaping.
But the other day I noticed these delicately beautiful rosebuds hanging over their ratty fence into our yard. Really, it almost took my breath away. It also made me think about the parade of parents that drop off and pick up their tiny ones every day at their front door. If Kelly (the neighbor) wasn't swinging at fences, those parents probably wouldn't keep depositing their precious cargo with her every day.
Time for an epiphany: WE DON'T ALL HAVE THE SAME FENCES TO SWING AT! Tolerance and acceptance towards those in my world, that's a couple of things I should be swinging at the fences for . I'm learning that's a lot more important than what my yard, or my quarterly report, or my car, or anything else so menial show the rest of the world.
What do you swing at the fences for? How do you know when you've made a home run?
17 And whatever you do, in word or deed, do everything in the name of the Lord Jesus, giving thanks to God the Father through him.