The All American Pastime

About a week ago I had the privilege of attending my 4 year old nephew's baseball game. I was in Kansas City on an overnight for work and he just happened to have a game. Watching that beautiful little boy and his father (my brother, Clint) bond like that over a sport they both love was amazing. I was reminded again just how much God loves us.

See, William LOVES baseball!! He's only 4 but it is really the only thing in life that matters to him. In fact, I don't think I've seen William without a Royals T-Shirt on since he was about 2. And, he's pretty darn good at it, too. He can hit the ball and I don't mean off of a tee. Clint pitches to him and he hits it.....HARD. He can hit it over the fence at Mom and Dad's house. Yes, I'm bragging. It's my blog and I can brag if I want to! But, since he is only 4 they wouldn't let him play tee-ball this year in the Blue Valley Rec league. And, Clint didn't really want him to play tee-ball anyway because it's kind of back-tracking. So, Clint and Megan were at a work thingy (I think) and William was showing off by putting on a hitting display (too much?) and this really cool guy, Matt, who Clint works with was like "Dude, he needs to be on a team." And, it just so happens that Matt helps coach a team of 5 and 6 year old kids through his Church. The coach pitches to them 5 times and if they don't hit it they bring out the tee. HOW STINKING PERFECT IS THAT?!?!?! That, my friends, is how much God loves us. He just handed William the perfect little baseball league. And, if you still don't believe in God or that He loves us, you should have seen the gigantic smiles on both Clint and William's faces when they were out there playing. That is all the proof I need.

This may seem to you like a strange way of proving God's existence but little things like this are what strengthen my faith every day.