The Ice and Me

Today I stepped on the ice.  I haven’t skated in over four months.  I made excuse after excuse not to go.  “I’m too busy,” or, “I don’t have the energy.”  Every moment not on the ice was a moment wasted.  My heart is at the rink.  I love the smell of a rink, the feel of taking those first strokes on the ice carry me to another place, a place of freedom.  On the ice, I have no responsibilities.  My primary task is to remain vertical, the rest matters not.

We all need our space that provides sanctuary.  There needs to be a place that lets us soar with the wings of eagles.  For me, it is the ice. One would think that I skated all of my life, but that’s another story.  I should have been allowed to skate, but instead, I was forced to play sports for which I had very little enjoyment.

The irony is, I am an athlete.  I just didn’t participate in the right sport.  I had to play football and baseball.  These endeavors were not to my liking.  I prayed that I could leave the field unscathed and simply talk with my friends.  I always thought that something had to be wrong with me.  I found no joy in these things.

Discovering skating provided me the opportunity to shine in a sport that matched my heart with physical expression and joy.  I found a home when I stepped on the ice.  I would never be able to train for the Olympics, but who cares?  I could train to be the best that I could be.  My commitment to the process is the center of my joy.

Today, I am grateful for the reminder of where I find joy, for it is where I continue to mark the spot and keep returning.  I leave the ice with a new found confidence, ready to tackle any obstacle in my way.  My space is a frozen patch of land that invites me to create and connect with my deepest inner self.  Praise be to our God, who continues to lead us to a place that connects us to our passions.

Published by joekmac

I am a pastor in the United Methodist Tradition. I am the Pastor of Hamlin Memorial United Methodist Church in the New Mexico Annual Conference. I am married to Cazandra and have two sons with hemophilia.

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