Little League baseball games are more boring than watching grass grow. But, of course, I go and support Michael.
Much worse than boredom, was telling Justin he couldn’t play this year.
Justin will need to have both legs casted for up to six weeks due to extreme heel cord tightening and recently developed deformities. His feet have unnaturally turned outward, causing more pain and discomfort when walking.
We could say no to this. But, for a kid who’s loves to play sports, it’s the best option. There’s a chance it may not work, but I am not too afraid of failure. It happens and you can’t always control it. But I wouldn’t be able to tolerate looking back and knowing we didn’t try everything to give Justin a chance to play baseball again.
This is hard for me. Not gonna lie. This is another punch in the guts. Because I KNOW that in the big picture, Little League baseball doesn’t mean much, but to my seven-year-old little boy, it DOES. What can I do except turn to the power of Truth, and do my best to stay grounded there while torrid seas continue trying to take me away.
So we do not lose heart. Though our outer self is wasting away, our inner self is being renewed day by day. For this light momentary affliction is preparing for us an eternal weight of glory beyond all comparison, as we look not to the things that are seen but to the things that are unseen. For the things that are seen are transient, but the things that are unseen are eternal. 2 Corinthians 4:16-18