April 5 – “From The East Wall to Third Base”

Once again Chris got a jump on me, a head start in the painting the house game.  I was working on the Bible study for Thursday night while she tackled some more of the trim outside.  I did finally join her, though.  I ended up with the responsibility of painting the east wall.  Sounds rather ominous, doesn’t it?  East Wall.  Like there is something of extreme value on the other side.  Or like we’re determined to keep something - or somebody - out.  But it’s just that … a wall on the east side of our house.  And now it’s a completely painted, ready to go, looks somewhat better than when we began … east wall.  Chris’ job is harder, though.  She has to do double coats around the windows and doors.  Then once she’d done, I come back with the little brush and do the touch-ups.  Are you bored yet?  I could paint that for you.  Get it?  Bored … Board.

Last night Chris went to the last meeting of her ladies’ Bible Study until sometime in June.  Since I wasn’t invited, I went to Cailyn’s softball game instead.  I think I got a pretty good end of that stick (You know I can’t officially say that a softball game was better than a Bible study, right?).  The game was a good one, though.  The Barracudas (Cailyn’s team) were playing the Sharks, probably the best team in the league.  Most of their girls are on the eight year old end of the spectrum.  Most of the Barracudas are still just seven, or maybe recently turned eight.  The difference in one year of experience is mind-boggling.  In spite of the difference, however, the Barracudas fought their way to just a three point loss.  They even had a chance to win at the end, but a nicely turned double play snuffed out their hopes.  Cailyn did a great job at shortstop.  She fielded a grounder smoothly (she couldn’t throw the runner out because the first baseman wasn’t on the bag in time).  She almost caught a pop-up as well.  I told her she needs to trust her glove the same when the ball is in the air as she does when it is coming to her on the ground.  Her hitting, though, was the highlight reel of the night.  She smacked the ball into the outfield on a line drive every time she came to bat.  One of the hits even got past everyone and ended up a triple.  That’s my girl. 

2 Timothy 4:2 says, “Preach the Word; be prepared in season and out of season; correct, rebuke and encourage — with great patience and careful instruction.”

Father, keep those little girls safe when they play softball, and help them always remember to have fun.  Amen.