We had another pretty good day at church
yesterday. Forty or so people, only one
of which was a first time visitor. That
is pretty unusual for us. He was a great
guy, though. He is building a house in
Jamaica Beach, so he thought he would check us out. Always room for one more.
After church and a quick leftovers sandwich
for lunch, we rushed into Texas – Santa Fe, to be exact – to watch Cailyn play
in two softball games. This Fall league
is more instructional than competitive, and it sure showed. I managed to do something I haven’t yet in my
career. I fell asleep on the bleachers
during the second game. Yep. It’s just that the other team’s pitcher
literally never threw a strike. Our
girls were either walked or hit by a pitch or had to bat against their
coach. There is some obscure rule in
play where if there are three walks in a row, the last one who walked has to
receive up to three pitches thrown by her own coach. How many pitches she gets is determined by
the count at the time of the walk. If
she had two strikes when ball four came across, she only had one pitch left
from the coach. If she had no strikes,
she had three chances against the coach pitch.
Confused yet? Very odd rule, if
you ask me. Especially if the coach is
not all that great at getting pitches over the plate. Needless to say, Cailyn’s team won both games
quite handily.
We got home just in time to watch the
Astros game. We didn’t know it when the
game started, but by the time it ended we realized that we were actually at a
watch party. We received texts from Sam
(of course) and Lauren (She had to let us know whether Ed was doing
his World Series dances after home runs.
And we had to let her know that I was quite actively participating in
said pursuit as well). We heard from
two different friends in the Arlington area.
The winners, however, were our friends who live in Missouri who let us
know they were watching and rooting for the Astros. It was fun to bounce our cheers over the
airways. The Astros cooperated as well,
winning big and hitting three home runs in the process, giving me and Ed plenty
to dance about. One more win to go …
Galatians 4:6 says, “Because you are his sons, God sent the Spirit of his Son into our
hearts, the Spirit who calls out, ‘Abba, Father.’”
Father, thank you for that Spirit you sent
to us. It is hard to believe that you
see us as you little kids. Help us learn
to love you like a child loves his Daddy.
Amen.
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