Our family has recently become infatuated
with Little League baseball. We
have friends whose son is on a team, and so this week, we have gone to a few of
his games. I am not impressed when
a grown man can catch a baseball, but when a five year old does it? That is miraculous! And when they run the bases? Oh my. There they are in their baseball
helmets that are bigger than their entire bodies, pumping those short legs with
all their might, deep furrowed scowl etched in total dedication to get to their
goal.
And there I am in the stands, coming totally
unglued screaming, “Run, Buddy, RUN!!” until I have no voice left.
For kids I don’t even know.
And I realize that I am overly excited
because these Little Leaguers are teaching me something as they run those bases.
You see, I have my second follow up mammogram
this coming Tuesday. Scans for
cancer patients and those who love them are hard on every one. But I am a cancer survivor. Yet it is still a scary thing to
face. And I often find myself
looking for a corner to crawl into rather than run towards that goal. Why?
I think the “why” for me is that I have yet
to achieve full confidence in The Lord’s provision for me. If I knew with absolute certainty to my
very core that He’s got me hedged in, I would be pumping my short legs with all
my might towards Tuesday, confident that He’s in total control of it all.
Praise THE LORD that His
protection over me is not dependant on my perfection, but only in the
Perfection of Jesus who gave His life for me. And you.
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