Wednesday
the work day. Chris dug in with her
quilt. I started work on the Easter
sunrise service that we have on the beach every year. I got the gifts ordered that we give the
attenders. Did some preliminary work on
the sermon for the service. Even printed
out a few advertising fliers.
On
the truck front …
More
of the parts we ordered came in. Two of
them were wrong. Two others should
work. Apparently we ordered for a
Chevrolet truck. Ours is a GMC. Made by Chevy, but not the same thing back in
1992 when the truck was manufactured.
The biggest oops involves the grille that we have to send back. The thing is not so heavy, but it is
big. And bulky. And has to be re-boxed and resent. Not a fun project at all. I’m hoping that the packaging store just
around the corner handles FedEx shipping as well as UPS. They do their own repackaging as well. That will be helpful.
Last
night we had “Get Cailyn to her softball game” duty. She had a late game. Started at 7:20. I’ll tell you up front, the good guys won
again. Fairly handily, too. Cailyn was a speed demon on the
basepaths. Her first at bat she hit a
soft liner to the first baseman. The
fielder couldn’t handle it and the ball skirted away. Cailyn took off for second and slid under the
tag. On the next pitch she stole third
with no problem, once again easing under the tag. And when the very next pitch went wild, she
scrambled home. 1-0 good guys, and they
never looked back. Her next time at bat
she walked. Another successful steal put
her at second, but the ball trickled into the outfield, so she took off for
third. The ball was recovered. The throw was in the air. Now at this point time seemed to stop. Well, at least for Cailyn it did. One of those invisible infield ogres that
live underground chose that exact moment to make an appearance. I guess all the pounding of feet above his
lair was keeping him awake. He reached
up for the first thing he could grasp.
And it was Cailyn’s foot. Like a
football running back tripped up by the last possible defender on his way to a
touchdown, she flew through the air in what could, in other circumstances (read here, “closer to the base”) have
been considered a daring, head-first slide.
She toppled face-first into the dirt and lay stunned for what seemed a
much too-long few seconds. The ball
skirted past the waiting fielder.
Parents and coaches and teammates were all screaming for her to get up
and make her way to third base. Was she
hurt? Would they tag her out? Oh, the suspense of it all. Finally she managed to awaken from her groggy
state and locate the base, just a few scant yards ahead of her. She struggled to her hands and knees, shook
her ankle from the grasp of the offending ogre, and bravely crawled to the bag,
arriving just ahead of the now-alerted defenders. And when she scored her second run of the
game, she danced a rather unique victory dance back to the dugout, laughing in
the face of the scowling ogre, who slinked back into the ground, never to
return for the rest of the game. But
beware … the good guys play again tonight …
Romans
8:39 says, “Neither height nor depth, nor
anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God
that is in Christ Jesus our Lord.”
Father,
keep those little girls safe and warm tonight in their next game. It’s gonna be cold out there. Amen.
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