The Baseball

One day a friend of mine asked if I would like to join him and a few others to see the Detroit Tigers play one of their last games at their old stadium. I didn’t even have to think about it. I had only been to a Tiger game once, when I was a little kid, but I remember that I really enjoyed it.

As we headed out on a bright sunny day, everyone was excited and eagerly talking baseball. I noticed that they all had brought catchers mitts with them. It hadn’t even occurred to me to bring one and the more I thought about it, the more I whined to them that I hadn’t brought one. I hadn’t even gotten to the game and already I had lost out on a chance to catch a ball. Eventually however, I got over it and settled in for a long ride and an enjoyable day out with friends.

We got there fairly early and had taken our seats to watch the pre-game warmups. Everyone else sat there poised with their mitts ready, but it really didn’t bother me anymore. I was just excited to be there in the atmosphere and enjoyed soaking in the sights and sounds at a professional ballpark. My friend made the comment that he was enjoying watching me take it all in, sort of like seeing it again for the first time. As we watched the players prepare for the game, I was chatting with him, but suddenly was interrupted mid-sentence when I noticed a big commotion in the stands near us. It all happened so fast, but I looked up behind me in the direction everyone was sort of gawking,  just in time to see a baseball bounce from rail to rail as it headed down toward me and then it plopped on my foot. “Ow” I declared as I looked down at it. Time stood still for a moment, as I just stared at it, dumbfounded and was amazed to see everyone in my row sort of poised looking down at it too, but just waiting for me to pick it up. Which I did, but it was kind of surreal as I looked down toward the field and held the ball only to realize that everyone in the area was looking back at me, waiting expectantly. This guy then threw his hand up in the air, like he was signaling a taxi, indicating to me that I should hold it up and declare my prize; I complied and everyone cheered.

My friend then leaned over to explain what had happened. He said “I knew that ball was headed for you when it went that way, (as he gestured, he pointed in the direction away from us), but then it turned around and came back.” he then went on to explain that a guy had hit a foul that headed up the sidelines away from us; the ball then turned around, headed up the stands above us and bounced on each rail on the way down, landing on my foot. True story–I kid you not! I still have the ball and had trekked down and gotten it signed, but now the signatures are kind of stained and it has aged a great deal, but then so have I 🙂

When I told my hairdresser about it, she said she just knew that there was something special God intended for me with that ball. Yep, He intended to show me just how much He loves me and cares about the little things that are important to me–to all of us. He delights to give us the desires of our heart!

“Take delight in the Lord, and he will give you the desires of your heart.” Ps. 37:4

 

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