To be good, you’ve got to have a lot of little boy in you. ~Roy Campanella, Brooklyn Dodgers
Spring is coming. The crack of the bat. The smell of fresh leather. Sitting by third base, seeing how big a mound of peanut shells you can amass. Making a fool out of yourself in the bat spin game between innings, just to win a prize. The slap of the ball as it hits the catchers glove. Baseball.
Cole is ready. The boys each got $10 for Christmas as a gift from a family member. Logan got superheroes. Cole got baseball socks. He wore them around all day on Friday, his sweatpants hiked up to his knees to show off the stripes. To school to have lunch with Logan, to the store and ultimately to bed. His tribute to the hope that is Spring, and baseball.
In Spring, everything is new. The slumbering death of winter is washed in new life. In baseball, there is hope, new dreams with a new season. If your team lost 80 games last year, that is forgotten, with opportunity to rise anew. Spring is coming.
And so it is in life.
And the God of all grace, who called you to his eternal glory in Christ, after you have suffered a little while, will himself restore you and make you strong, firm and steadfast. ~1 Peter 5: 10