It's baseball season for Johnny. He loves it. He loves every second of it. Tonight he was scheduled to have a game at 7:00 at Bartlett Field. And for the third Friday in a row right around game time a storm rolled in. He waits every week for this day to finally get on the field and do what he loves to do. It is just so sad to watch him talk us all into the fact that it is going to rain even as the thunder rolls.
This evening before we left he noticed the sky was getting a bit dark. We gathered all of his baseball gear and then came into the kitchen. He said with such conviction, "Mom and Macy, stop! We need to pray." We both stopped, looked at him, and then had nothing left to do but bow our heads. He continued with, "Dear God, Thank you for this day today. It was a good day. Thank you for my baseball team too. They are great guys. They work really hard at baseball too. I want you to help us do our best tonight and most importantly I want to pray for no rain. I just want to play so bad. We love baseball and we really want to get the game in tonight. Please stop the rain. Amen."
I stopped dead in my tracks because he didn't waste a second to ask God for the desires of his heart. He was bold and proud and matter of fact. His demeanor was actually quite different when the game was eventually rained out also. He told me as we left, "It's OK mom. I did get to see my friends and we threw a few balls next to the dugout while we waited. It wasn't so bad."
If you know how the past two weeks have gone you would know this is a vast improvement. He was a great sport and had a great attitude the entire evening. I am so proud of his heart and how unapologetic he his when he wants to talk to God.
Friday, June 8, 2018
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