A silly and thoughtful Christmas gift from a coworker caught me completely off guard this week. Before my injury, we were supposed to meet up with her and her husband to play pickleball together. It was something we had talked about and looked forward to. Then the injury happened, and that plan was quickly taken off the calendar.
Instead of letting it fade away, she got creative. She showed up with a tabletop pickleball game. Yes, pickleball for the table. I can sit down and still “play.” I laughed out loud when I opened it, and then I felt something even better. I felt seen by her.
It may sound small, but being remembered in the middle of a season where so much feels paused means a lot. She did not forget the plan that never happened. She found a way to bring it back in a new form. I should probably bring it back to school so we can play together after break!
Now, if I am honest, I do still want to play real pickleball someday. Even though the doctors have warned me that pickleball is one of those sports where a lot of “older people” are getting injured, but I am young not old!! That comment made me laugh and cringe at the same time. Apparently, pickleball is both fun and dangerous, which feels like a very accurate description of most things we enjoy.
This little gift reminded me that healing seasons do not mean the end of joy or fun. Sometimes joy just looks different for a while. Sitting at a table, laughing, and tapping a tiny pickleball back and forth can still carry connection and hope.
Scripture reminds me of this truth:
“Every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of the heavenly lights.” James 1:17
Lord, thank You for thoughtful people who notice and care. Thank You for moments of laughter in the middle of recovery. Help me to receive joy in whatever form it comes, even if it is smaller, slower, or a little sillier than I expected. And when the time is right, I will trust You to guide me back onto the court, safely.

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