Sunday, September 4, 2011

God in Softball

We had every intention of going to church today.

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 thought God's only reaction to her errors and sideways-lobbed tosses was anger and disappointment, she saw that maybe He could also react with sweet words of "good try."

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.
As someone who believed that God was just about the performance and the to-do list, she saw the joy on His face even when she wasn't performing, when it was just she and Him, dancing in the breeze, casually bantering back and forth about the mundane, the everyday, the mystical, and dream-filled.
God is in the midst of everything -- in church, in softball, in laughter, in tears, in friendships, in contentious relationships.  When we seek Him, we find Him.  Just as He promised...

I love those who love me, and those who seek me find me.  
Proverbs 8:17 

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...


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16 comments :

  1. Thank you for sharing this verse from Acts. I know God intended for me to hear it.

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  2. Jen, Hope it was indeed a restful day for you. Sometimes we just need to "lay low" and let the Lord just bathe us in His glory. So good to stop by, I've been so out of touch the past 3 months since my Dad's illness. Hugs to you!

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  3. I love how church can be found literally anywhere, how God created people who could find him in any activity! I'm inspired by softball now :)

    p.s. i've switched blogs but this is still me from patrianoceu and I'll still lurking around your spaces.

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  4. We did the opposite today...usually when we're on vacation, we intentionally play hooky, but this weekend we visited two different churches while out of town. ha.

    Thankfully, God can bless us in times of rest and times of activity. I hope your headache is much better!

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  5. What a wonderful, loving father your girls are blessed with. Praying your headache is soothed.

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  6. Hope you are feeling better. Love it when you share a little piece of your girls' world with us.

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  7. This is part of God calling you to rest, don't you think? If you are too sick to get out of bed, feel no guilt for skipping church. Rest!

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  8. I've been in a weird, skittish sort of spiritual season these last couple of weeks. Last night I felt the Lord impress that verse in Jeremiah on my mind. Thanks, as always, for blessing me with your story!

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  9. Beautiful words God spoke to you! Hope you're feeling better!

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  10. Hope you are on the mend, Jen.

    Fondly,
    Glenda

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  11. Love the softball pics! And the verses were for me, too...as this has been my heart - seeking Him. Glad you had a rest yesterday, praying it continues today :)

    xoxo
    Shelly

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  12. Those verses from Acts are among my favorite in the whole Bible, because I now believe God placed me right here in Nebraska so that I would find Him.

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  13. Did your girl really pray for you? Love that. What sweeties you have. I do hope you are feeling better. Glad you found Him in an unlikely place. But, Jen? I think you could find HIm anywhere :)>

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  14. Love that - finding God on the softball field. Today I found him riding in the car with me and my four daughters to take my sweet hubby on a "man" day. Putting someone else's needs first draws Jesus closer to my heart.

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  15. I so enjoy your honesty and your lovely way with words. I am always encouraged when I stop by.

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  16. Just read this tonight. Brought tears to my eyes. Abby reminds me a lot of you, by the way. The same joy in life (I'm talking about your heart, here - the truth of who you are), generosity in friendship, burden-bearing spirit, and grab-the-bull-by-the-horns never-give-up never-back-down attitude. Love you!

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