Baseball, a metaphor for Life.

“For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the LORD, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.”‘ Jeremiah 29:11

Baseball, once an island of competence, now an outlet for grief it seems. I’ve always thought that we pick comfortable, trustworthy spaces to vent our angst because they are safe. The eternal hope is that we will be loved even if we are unhappy. 

I can only pray this is so for Joe. I suspect baseball is a way to work out his feelings of what is fair in the world. His dad’s death could easily be translated into the injustice of life. Some see baseball as a metaphor for life; books have been written on such, here we are living it.

This grief thing is not for the faint hearted though it sure has a way of making me want to faint away. But You, Lord, You offer me hope and a way through.  I am confident You will defy all my expectations with Your mind-boggling beauty as You work in my family through this incredible time of dread.

Anne
Monday: 3/22/21