Baseball Blessings
He hit the ball....Logan finally hit the ball. He moved up this year and he has been struggling a lot. All season long when Logan would put on his helmet and grab a bat we would just sit and hold our breath. At the first of the season he would stand there and hope to be walked, but that only happened about half of the time. The first time he was up to bat last night...once again he struck out. I could see the disappointment all over his face as I peeked into the dugout to see if he was ok. It was soon to be his turn again and I just bowed my head and told the Lord he needed to hit the ball. First pitch...swing...strike one....Second pitch....swing....strike two... I couldn't watch him strike out again as I pleaded with the the Lord.....Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, please help him....this isn't just about baseball anymore....Logan is so down on himself...he needs your help. All I heard was the crack of the bat I lifted my eyes trying to find where the ball went....I spotted it flying through the air...past the pitcher....in between first and second base...way in the outfield..... Oh My GOD!!!!!! He hit the ball. All the parents in the stands and the kids in the dugout went wild. Keep in mind this had been a long night it was the second game of the double header, fifth inning. Words can describe how I felt at that moment. A parent ran over to me and started yelling...call his mom...call his mom....
The team won the game. After it was over, as usual, the coach called the boys back to the dugout. I usually don't go over and listen, but this was an unusual night for our family. The coach was encouraging the boys and then talked about their upcoming game on Friday night. Then the coach said to the boys I have one more thing to do before we leave. He said....I have yet to give out a game ball this season.... I usually don't give the ball away...however, there is a young man here tonight that really gave us something to cheer about.......all the little boys (and one girl) started chanting....logan...logan ....logan....logan....The coach said.....Logan Weil, come here and get your ball as the kids cheered on once more for my boy, my Logan.
As we walked away from the the field last night I stopped and asked the coaches wife to tell him thanks. Then I looked up in the sky again....this time not to find a baseball but to find.....to find, a Heavenly Father...who cares about this earthy fathers son....a boy named Logan.....as I looked up into the night sky, I said.....Thanks God........and we went home.
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Love you bunches, Liz and family