Volleyball Tournament

"Somewhere behind the athlete you've become and the hours of practice and the coaches who have pushed you is a little girl who fell in love with the game and never looked back... play for her." - Mia Hamm


     So Yesterday was my second volleyball tournament with a new team.  It went pretty well.  We one two and lost two.... but it was a major improvement from the last tournament.  The thing that really stood out to me was that... when we were excited and happy... even after our mistakes, we won.  While we were getting ready for our next game, Zozzy and I were told that one of us would be taken to play for the 17 year old team.  Their setter was throwing up, and they were about to have to forfeit.  Zozzy and I were the only other setters and Zozz ended up going.  This really upset me... right before our next game.  I mean my best friend had just left.  I have been playing this sport for two years, and Zozz and I have always... ALWAYS played together.  If you don't play volleyball... you might not understand how much of a big deal her leaving is.  We have certain places we have to be during certain situations on the court... especially as setters.  We both help each other out.  In just minutes I had become the only setter, the new first server, and the new team captain... on top of learning a new rotation.  Talk about pressure.  I went into that game upset.  They handed me the ball to serve and all I wanted to do was cry.  It was then that I prayed, " God,  I can't do this without you."
     That game went GREAT.  I served the best serves I have ever done in my two years of playing.  My sets were good, and the rotation went smoothly.  We even WON!  I know that it wasn't because of me.  I was a mess.  God just gave me the strength I needed to play that game.    .. and for that I am thankful.  We can't do anything without Him.  Without Him... we are worth NOTHING.


Here are some pictures I took at the tournament:


On the way... at 5am.

Waiting to play:

Before we start:

Reffing with George and Mal :)

Mal and Ken :)

On the way home:

HAPPY BIRTHDAY ZOZZ!! :)

“And in the end, it's not the years in your life that count. It's the life in your years.” -  Abraham Lincoln quotes

So Thursday (yesterday) was one of my best friend's birthday!!  Her name is Zozzy and she is soooo special to me.  We met at the middle school volleyball tryouts almost 2 years ago.... I thought she hated me, because she would completely ignore me every single time I spoke to her.  Well... it turns out... we both made the team and we were required to go to a "play-day" in Oxford.   I didn't have a ride that day so her very kind mother said she could take me.  We went to Mcdonalds and had almost no conversation except for looking at her "Scratch-Draw" thing.  We had these nice little car rides a few more times until one day we decided to go to an arts festival after one of our play-days.  It was amazing!!! ......No, no the festival... (I mean I did have a fantastic time!!)... but we actually TALKED! I couldn't believe it! And thus began our great friendship.  If our friendship was a flower... It out grew most other flowers.  It grew fast.... but It also grew quite beautifully.  I know that I can trust her with ANYTHING and I am sure she thinks the same of me ( at least I hope!!).  Neither of us has a sister, but what's crazy is...it doesn't matter.  We have each other.  The day I tried out for volleyball,  I had NO IDEA that I was going to meet my closest friends at those tryouts.  I may have not known what was coming... but God did, and I am SO thankful that he takes care of me each and every day.  I can trust him, even when I can't trust myself.  So Happy (late!) Birthday Zozz! I hope it is (was) great!! Love Fizz :)

So I took some wonderful pictures of two of my wonderful volleyball sisters... oops friends ;)

Zozzy:  (She is soooo Pretty!!)

and Ken: (she is too!)

 LOVE this!

Aren't they beautiful!!?

Love you guys!! :)

Weather

Sunshine is delicious, rain is refreshing, wind braces us up, snow is exhilarating; there is really no such thing as bad weather, only different kinds of good weather.  ~John Ruskin

     Let me just say that I disagree.  Okay, so maybe the first few days... the rain was refreshing and the snow was exhilarating.... but it wore off.  Fast.  I suffered through this for weeks... soggy shoes, humidified hair.... I am fairly sure I was even turned into a snowman a few times too.  Maybe cold and wet climates work out for you Bella Swann but... unfortunately, they disgust me.  Then, one morning I woke up and heard angels singing "Hallelujah!".  Animals were dancing around my backyard, and all of a sudden I was singing opra!! (okay so maybe it didn't happen exactly like that...but you get the picture.)  It was amazing because it was silent... except for the birds singing outside my window.  No rain.  Just the brilliance of the sun lighting up my face.  And It felt delicious.
    
     I can already hear it... "Bethany,  why are you boring me with a post about the weather?"  Well... the weather is the perfect metaphor for life.  I remember towards the end of summer, I was soooo ready for fall, and winter.  I was ready for the painted leaves to drift through the chilly breeze...... for snow to frost the trees.  I wanted anything BUT summer.  What's crazy is, when summer was gone, I finally began to appreciate it.  How this relates to life:  When you are living large and everything is going perfectly.... you sometimes forget to appreciate how blessed by God you are.  It is only when these things are taken, and you have to suffer a little while, that you begin to understand their worth.  You just have to last through these troubles and trust God to get you through.... so that when the sun breaks through the clouds.... you won't take it for granted this time.

Ta da!! Its a blog! MY Blog :)

Hey Reader (or Readette!), my name is Bethany and I decided to start a blog. Why??  Well... (1) I love to write.  (2)  All those people who I never get to see can keep up with my life.  (3)  I would love to share my experiences in the hope that my blog will: (a) make you smile.  (b) inspire you... or (c) entertain you in History class!  Okay so I was kidding about the last one... but the point is.  Welcome to my blog!

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