For we are His workmanship [His own master work, a work of art], created in Christ Jesus [reborn from above—spiritually transformed, renewed, ready to be used] for good works, which God prepared [for us] beforehand [taking paths which He set], so that we would walk in them [living the good life which He prearranged and made ready for us]. (Ephesians 2:10)
I hate balls flying at me. It’s probably why I never played sports outside of what PE teachers made me do. To this day, if someone throws anything toward me, expecting me to catch it, I duck. And if someone wants me to throw something to them, I almost always miss the mark. Why don’t we just hand each other stuff? I did have a brief successful stint with volleyball. Probably because I could hit the ball, not catch it.
I always loved observing the sport of swimming. No balls involved, but a graceful dance with water. I worked for a short time in an aquatic center and watched swimmers find their lane, dive in and glide back and forth between the lane markers. I am not a great swimmer myself, but I dream of taking on the water someday.
Lane markers are important to the swimmer. If the athlete stays in their lane and watches the markers, they can tell how many breaths to take, how many strokes until the lane ends and when to duck to flip off the wall. Getting outside of the markers would throw everything off. It would cause chaos.