I’m not a baseball fan. It bores me. Such long intervals between pitches leave me itching for something else to do.
I do understand, however, that there is art and athleticism to the game, and if you love it, then you’ll understand why I’ve chosen a curve ball as an analogy for this post.
Curve balls are tricky. They catch you off guard.
Life tossed us a curve ball this week. I’ll spare you the details, which are really private and personal. Just–to extend the analogy–understand that we weren’t sure how to bat it, and we’re still learning.
One of the things we learned is that we’d have to depend on the rest of the “team.” That would be legal and professional people, as well as family, and people we may never meet who have extended a hand of help toward us.
Never overlooking the teammates who are supporting us in prayer, we are also looking to the Coach, Who has promised to “uphold us with the right hand of His righteousness (Is. 41:10).
We’ve never been dealt this particular “pitch” before, and it did take us off guard. But as we began to makes contacts, gather information, get the help we need, we realized that there are many kind, helpful people out there who are willing to direct us and be on our team. It has been delightful, also, to reach out to people we’ve never met and find that they are believers, and so can understand more deeply how to help us.
It is just past 7 a.m. here, and I happened to glance out our front living room window. It faces north, and the sky is just cloudy enough to be an intense pink-orange shade fading to pastels as the sun rises east of us and paints the sky with glory. It’s as if God is saying, “Good morning, Dear One! I’m here, I love you, and it will all be well. Trust Me. Always trust Me. If I can control the universe, I can certainly control this curve ball you’re dealing with. Besides, I knew a long time ago that it was coming. Don’t be afraid.”
Life goes on. There will be other curve balls, fast balls, strikes, balls, outs, and home runs. Our job? Keep working, and trust God.