But when I kept seeing the numbers 4:40, 5:40, and 6:40 on the bedside table when I was jarred awake by a relentless sinus headache, I decided that perhaps this was a day to play hooky. (And I just have to say, after working at church for almost 4 1/2 years, it kinda felt like a breath of fresh air to just lay in bed and relax instead of trying to figure out who to call to take care of all the things I would have to do...)
This morning, I laid still and quiet in the dark, the kids silently dashing in and out of my room to see if I was okay. At one point, I hear the low murmur of my daughter offering prayers to God on my behalf. My husband made pancakes for our whole crew and then took the girls outside to practice softball.
Softball was church today.
As my husband gave pointers, encouragement, and his time to his oldest daughter, I caught a glimpse of my own Heavenly Father's face -- a joy-filled face. As Abby practiced her throws and catches, as she shielded her eyes from the sun and chased errant balls, as she laughed at near misses and at her daddy running across the street, I saw my own relationship with God in action.
As someone who believed that if she couldn't get it right the first time, clearly she wasn't meant to do it at all, she saw that maybe the relationship is built on the practice field, or in the front yard, not just when she's up to bat with two outs and two strikes.
I love those who love me, and those who seek me find me.
You will seek me and find me when you seek me with all your heart.
Jeremiah 29: 13
From one man he made all the nations, that they should inhabit the whole earth; and he marked out their appointed times in history and the boundaries of their lands. God did this so that they would seek him and perhaps reach out for him and find him, though he is not far from any one of us. ‘For in him we live and move and have our being.’ As some of your own poets have said, ‘We are his offspring.'
Acts 17: 26-28
Pictures taken at Abby's first softball practice a week ago...