Ok, I said that my next post would be about the adventure of bringing Joshua into this world, but I'll have to save that for another day. God gave our family a kiss on Monday and as I was praying this morning, I couldn't help but share it. Of course, it may not mean much to anyone else, but it was special to me.
Joseph, our 5-year-old is playing coach-pitch baseball. He really loves it, but he's not very good. But I think the most encouraging thing for me is to see that he improves every week. This week, we bought him a different bat. He has a Tee Ball bat, but now that he's getting better, when he hits the ball, it vibrates and hurts his hands. So I was thrilled to find a baseball bat that wasn't too heavy for him for $20!
He had a game on Monday and I had prayed for him to be able to hit the ball. The kids get 5 pitches. He hit a couple of solid foul balls, but nothing into play. Then his coach told him he had one pitch left. I prayed that he would get a hit, but he completely missed the ball. They told him "Good try" and he was walking off the field when the coach from the other team said, "Coach, give him just one more." (I felt like it was the voice of God. Kinda reminded me of "Facing the Giants" when the team lost in the tournament, but got a second chance.) Joseph went back to the plate and got a hit.
In the whole scheme of life, it really doesn't matter if he got a hit or not. But for me, it felt like a kiss from God, like God was saying, "I am in control of everything, even a 5-year-old's batting average!"
Joseph, our 5-year-old is playing coach-pitch baseball. He really loves it, but he's not very good. But I think the most encouraging thing for me is to see that he improves every week. This week, we bought him a different bat. He has a Tee Ball bat, but now that he's getting better, when he hits the ball, it vibrates and hurts his hands. So I was thrilled to find a baseball bat that wasn't too heavy for him for $20!
He had a game on Monday and I had prayed for him to be able to hit the ball. The kids get 5 pitches. He hit a couple of solid foul balls, but nothing into play. Then his coach told him he had one pitch left. I prayed that he would get a hit, but he completely missed the ball. They told him "Good try" and he was walking off the field when the coach from the other team said, "Coach, give him just one more." (I felt like it was the voice of God. Kinda reminded me of "Facing the Giants" when the team lost in the tournament, but got a second chance.) Joseph went back to the plate and got a hit.
In the whole scheme of life, it really doesn't matter if he got a hit or not. But for me, it felt like a kiss from God, like God was saying, "I am in control of everything, even a 5-year-old's batting average!"
3 comments:
Great post! You sound like a proud mommy and believe it or not your post gave me chills! Dont you love those small "gifts from God!"
That is a very handsome picture might I add...
Is his rookie card available yet? He LOOKS like a baseball player!
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