I’ve always really enjoyed roller skates.  I can remember my first pair of Fisher Price plastic wheels that clipped over my tennis shoes and then the “real” Minnie Mouse set of wheels that carried me through my elementary years.

My first and third grade birthday parties were both at “All-Star Skate” because I really just wanted to beat everyone I knew in a speed skating race.

For some reason I imagine myself to be so much more coordinated, athletic, and graceful than I actually am.  My desire to skate always seems to resurface around the timing of the Winter Olympics… but not this year.

I began training for a half-marathon in October and needed an activity for my cross-training days.  I found the solution in my husband’s rollerblades that were conveniently hiding in our garage.  Once he convinced me to strap on the wrist guards I’ve become more and more confident every day.  I enjoy my afternoon speed skating events at the park.  Mind you, I’m the only one racing.  I love putting on my earphones, heading out after the elementary school is done for the day, and feeling the beautiful Arizona afternoons.

But sometimes….  I feel a little embarassed to be rollerblading… I mean… who really rollerblades any more?

That’s always the temptation – to let the opinions of others control how we live our lives.  How many times have I changed outfits because I don’t think I can pull something off?  Or how many times have I not volunteered myself for something because it doesn’t seem like the cool option?

I’ve put off taking big steps before just because I wonder how other people might perceive my decisions.  I’ve embarassed myself in more ways than I care to count.  But starting this year… I’m done.  I’m living for an audience of One, strapping on my blades, and turning up the music.  It’s time to roll.

Am I now trying to win the approval of human beings, or of God? Or am I trying to please people?

If I were still trying to please people, I would not be a servant of Christ.

Galatians 1:10, NIV