Spring sports. Anyone who knows me well knows that the only sporting functions I like to attend are only those in which my kids are playing. And even though all my children are now young adults, two of my sons are still active in sports. And I am still their biggest fan.
Last Friday Cory came home with a sprained ankle from playing football with his friends. He went ahead and worked the next day which left his ankle even more swollen and discolored with a brilliant rainbow bruise.
I asked Cory if he planned to play in his softball games this week. As the team pitcher, he told me he would pitch, and that when he got up to bat that he would just hobble to first base and then replace himself with a pinch runner. I expressed to him that, as a pitcher, I pray for his safety at every game. God help him if he took a line drive to the head.
Turns out I had a meeting Monday night while my boys played their co-ed game without me in attendance. Consequently, Cory missed my prayer for his safety. And it was only the second inning when Cory got nailed by a line drive. Where did it strike? The exact same ankle that was sprained, taking him down writhing in pain, and this time causing a fracture.
Apparently, according to my sons, “guys” can place the ball wherever they want it to go. How nice. That must take talent because, for me, I can barely even hit the ball, much less place it. So both Scott and Cory were furious at the batter for what he did. And when Scott took over pitching and dodged a line drive from the same batter, he got even angrier. Scott held his cool, yet he walked that player for the rest his times at bat.
Forgiveness is something we do internally. It is a refusal to hate, resent or desire revenge. It is an act of the will, not a feeling. –Making Room for God by Susan K. Rowland
Thankfully, Cory has already forgiven his perpetrator. Let’s just hope that player learns how to properly place the ball somewhere other than an opposing player’s flesh. And as for me, I must learn to delegate my motherly prayer duty to someone else should I ever need to miss another game.
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