At work I use my breaks to bounce my rubber band ball around outside. It’s almost as big as a tennis ball, so it’s light entertainment. The rhythmic beating of the ball hitting the pavement is soothing. The echoes are a nice trade from the keyboard clicks.
Today, I went outside alone. I bounced around and tried to avoid hitting any cracks, so I wouldn’t have to sprint after a runaway ball. I only played with my right hand because my left hand wasn’t as quick. Naturally, that started some internal debate.
“Why not bounce it with your left hand?”
“It’s not quick enough. I’ll lose my ball.”
“How will it be as good as the right if you don’t train it?”
“I could lose my ball.”
“Bounce low. Pay attention.”
“These aren’t my rubber bands.”
I gave it a try, and I tossed my ball at an angle. For that half a second, I thought about myself searching through the patch of trees for lost office supplies. I watched the ball bounce and land right in my left hand. I would be lying if I said I wasn’t excited. I expected the ball to richochet off my shoe, never to be seen again. I walked and bounced. I wasn’t as bad as I thought.
I strolled around the parking lot avoiding the cracks, catching with both hands, and occasionally chasing after a stray ball. I enjoyed myself more than I care to admit. I even stopped worrying if I would lose something that wasn’t mine in the first place.
Although my break is over, I wonder if in 15 minutes my hand did get faster or if I believed that it did.
Belief has the power to completely transform our perspectives if we allow it to. One moment I was okay with bouncing a ball with one hand and catching with one hand. I knew the result–a ball caught every time. No mistakes and no effort. The next moment I was okay with losing something that provided such comfort to me in 15 minute intervals if it meant I could be better all around.
“Consider it pure joy, my brothers, whenever you face trials of many kinds, because you know that the testing of your faith develops perseverance” James 1:2 NIV.”
After all, what is faith, if not the belief in the power of the unknown?