Be still, and (and NOW it's a ball? You have GOT to be kidding.)
Be still, and know (you know what? I'm going just post these pictures of Jono batting on Facebook)
Be still, and know that I (I need another water. Does Jono need a Gatorade? Where is the Gatorade?)
Be still, and know that I am (I am on 15% battery here. I hate it when that happens.)
Be still, and know that I am God. (Um, God? I am trying to watch a game, here.)
But I wasn't. And that verse, my very favorite, was quietly inching its way to the front of my brain. Now, I know that God and baseball (and cellphones and Facebook) might not intertwine for most, but for me, they go hand-in-hand. What was meant to be a peaceful morning, relaxing in the beautiful sunshine, watching my son play his favorite game, was being overshadowed by the unimportant details.
So I put down the phone, and relaxed into my chair. And there, with God and baseball, with the sun on my face, enjoying the boy I love playing the game he was born to play, I was finally still.
I was even thankful for the umpires. . . and that says a lot.
Be still, and know that I am God. Psalm 46:10
