Have fun. Honor God. Hustle. -- the team motto.
The goal being not only to win - but to train up strong boys to have respect, to love God, and to be role models for others.
He loved playing on the team.
But as time went on, struggles started to show. Self esteem. Confidence. Domino affect of missed balls and fumbled plays.
Traveling on weekends. Finding churches in random towns. Returning home Sunday nights.
Until --- he tells me:
I miss church.
I remind him, we haven't stopped going. Just busy traveling.
He tells me:
I think that's why I've not been doing good.
God is trying to tell me to quit the team.
I tell him - then you need to think it over, pray about it, and let us know what you want to do. It needs to be your decision. But why do you think that?
He tells me:
Church just feels right. Like it is where I am suppose to be.
Because I think I have been thinking too much about baseball.
And not enough about Jesus.
Three weeks later, the last tournament of the season. After a good game. With good performance. He tells his Daddy:
I think I need to tell coach this is my last game.
We have to buy uniforms soon.
And I would rather that money go toward bringing home my baby sister.
Cause that's more important to me than baseball anyway.
I am so proud of my player. Cause I think that in the real game, he stepped up to the plate and he hit a grand slam. And while we will miss the experience and the friendships - the experience of having my son show a maturity and an understanding so beyond his years - that experience will be cherished in this mommy's heart far longer than any trophy gathering dust on the top of a dresser.
Who knows what the future holds, or what battles he may face. But to see the way God is starting to work on him already - I can't wait to see what position he plays on HIS team.
1 Corinthians 9:25 "Everyone who competes in the games goes into strict training. They do it to get a crown that will not last, but we do it to get a crown that will last forever."
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