I’ve never been very good at tag.
At family reunions, I was the cousin who was usually “it.” At elementary-school recess, I found myself desperately “frozen” during games of Freeze Tag.
So, it’s no surprise that the slowpoke is just now participating in this game of virtual tag, where the one who is “it” lists seven random facts about herself then tags seven others.
I was first tagged by Sarah Lopez a few weeks ago. And in recent days, I’ve been tagged by Billy Coffey, Chris Godfredsen and Carol.
Now here I sit: Mrs. It.
The rules of the game go like this: Share seven random facts about yourself, and then tag seven other unsuspecting victims, er, I mean, friends.
Life has been pretty heavy lately, so I appreciated the invitation to join in this light-hearted game of tag.
Here are my Random Seven:
1 — Despite the fact that I’m not athletically inclined (you heard how I fared at childhood games of tag), I joined the boy’s baseball team in the sixth grade. Our little town didn’t have enough girls to fill a softball roster. So, to my little brother’s horror, I joined his baseball team. During one game, the opposing team’s pitcher (on whom I had a hopeless crush) left me in tears when his fastball slammed into my scrawny arm.
2 — I had the biggest ’80s hair in a tri-county area. Check out those bangs, girls. And remember the acid-wash jeans?
You fellas might not know this, but it’s true: Eighties hair is an art form. To complete the look, only two tools are required: a sturdy comb and an aerosol can of AquaNet. With this hairdo, I could could have deflected oncoming fastballs during my baseball days.
3 — I was a sorority girl. I have three greek letters on my right ankle to prove it. I know what you’re thinking. And the answer is NO. No, it was not a hazing ritual. And no, I was not intoxicated. This was a premeditated act.
4 — I’m left-handed and come from a family where four of the six of us are left-handed. I married a left-handed man and we have two left-handed girls.
5 — I can make great sushi rolls, but fail every time at homemade sugar cookies.
6 — I earned a minor in Portuguese in college. I find it the most romantic language in the world, but can hardly speak a lick of it today.
7 — I have lived in the depth of doubt. For most of my 20s, I would go weeks without giving God so much as a thought. My belief that my childhood faith was a farce frightened me. Ashamed of my doubts, I kept my disbelief a secret.
Now a believer, I still have lots of questions. When those questions come, I write them on slips of paper then tuck them in a folder marked “Mystery File,” which sits on my desk. When I show up in Heaven one day — the day my faith becomes sight — I plan to lay my Mystery File before God, and at last have all my questions answered.
But The Answer Man didn’t make me wait to find out the most important Truth. Today, God is my constant companion — as close as my heartbeat.
On a sidenote, I used to think my doubts were character flaws. But now I know that God uses our questions and our doubts to drive us deeper into our search for Truth. He reaches down to us in times of deepest doubt to strengthen our faith — even when our faith is as small as a mustard seed.
He did that for me. He still does….
I won’t tag any others at this point. A few of the friends I would have tagged have already played. Besides, I’m plumb worn out from this little game of tag.