Have you ever been looking forward to something, but that day never seems to come?
This spring I though I would try something new. Well, “new” might not be the right word, more like try something I have done in the past.
Back in March, Lily saw an ad in the paper for senior’s slow pitch softball. Wow, I just realized how old that sounds, and how that makes me feel.
Anyway, I can’t tell you what it’s like because it hasn’t happened yet.
After seeing the ad, I thought about it, remembering the days I used to play in a slow pitch league. It was a fun time so I responded to the ad.
I was told they play on Mondays, which is good because that’s my day off. During the winter I play hockey on Mondays at noon so this would be a great summer replacement.
I got my glove out in anticipation that we would start in a week or so. I noticed that some of the lacing had given way, so I took the time to replace a portion of the leather lace. That got me a little more exited to start playing.
I left my glove on my desk in the family room. When I go by it, I sometimes pick it up and throw a ball into it for a few minutes, just to get the feel of the glove on my hand and the ball getting squeezed between the webbing.
However, it seems that when each Monday rolls around, either the weather is bad or the previous few days have been so rotten that the field is in no condition to play ball on.
It’s now getting near the end of May, the Blue Jays are trying to climb out of the worst start in the club’s history, and all I’ve done is throw a ball into my glove a few times.
It’s Monday as I’m writing this post, and I will still have to wait at least one more week until I get to play!
… Lily and I had been looking at our schedule and figured that the long weekend was the only time in May we’d be able to get to our cottage. We decided to go after church on Sunday and come back on Tuesday.
It wasn’t until two days later that I realized I was going to miss the first day on the diamond … and it would be my fault, not the weather’s.
Well, right now sitting on the couch at my cottage, I understand that it is raining in Kingston … they won’t be playing today anyway.
It’s not looking good for me and baseball this year.
I remember when I was a kid and we would save the box tops of our Alpha-bits cereal to send in and get some prize.
We always had to wait 46 weeks for the thing to arrive. It was actually 4-6 weeks but it felt like 46!
Well, baseball this year, it feels like I’m waiting 46 weeks.
Here’s the thing: When you ask God for something, it’s easy to act like you’ve put in your order and are waiting on God. God is not an order desk, however, and you will receive your answer when He decides it’s best. When that time comes, it’s instantaneous, not 46 weeks.
That’s Life!
Paul
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