R has been playing the position of catcher, which honestly is much more exciting to him than his previous position of left field. He gets to wear all the gear--which makes me giggle. He waddles up to the plate like young David heading to take on Goliath in a suit of armor that's way too big.
Because it is his nature to be intense, he squats behind the plate in good form and returns the ball to the coaches pitching with great purpose. Last night, he had his first big play at home. As runners for the other team were rounding the bases the ball came flying in from the outfield. It landed about 12 inches away from R's left cleat. He was so consumed by the action unfolding before him--and most likely overwhelmed by all the yelling--that he missed it. He never saw it. His Daddy & I were yelling his name--the rest of the parents in the stands for our team joined in. He was bewildered. All the runners scored before he even noticed that the ball had been at his feet.
I thought about the temptation in life to get so caught up in all of the emotion, excitement and challenges of life that we miss our big moment. How many times is there a ball lobbed right to my feet that I miss because I become more of a spectator than an active participant in this life?
The second lesson was about recognizing voices over the roar of the crowd. As everyone was yelling--the parents from the other team, the coaches and parents from our team--it all became a jumbled, indistinguishable message. How important to know, in advance, who you should listen to and how to hear their voice in the midst of the rumble of so many others! Jesus, himself, emphasized this when he spoke of the sheep recognizing their master's voice.
Tonight I find myself praying the same prayer for myself and my children. Lord, help us stay tuned in to when it is our moment to play the part in the body you have assigned, but most importantly give us ears that will always be listening for Your voice.