Blast from the Past

This past weekend I took a group of girls to see one of my college teammates, Trena Peel, play in a pro softball game. It's always so good to see people you went through the fire with; the challenging times in life, the laughs, the cries, the hillarious times! That girl has not changed at all :) Same attitude, same Tre :)

During the game, this young boy, who I would say was about 10 or so came running up the bleachers with tears in his eyes. We couldn't figure out what he was doing, because no one was sitting behind us. We were at the very top. He was just balling looking over the railing. I decided to go see if he was ok. "What's wrong man? I asked." "I lost my Daddy and I can't find him." Zach's little lips were quivering, as alligator tears rolled down his face. I took him to the press box, where they made an announcement for his Dad to report to the specific area. I still have a lump in my throat to what I saw next. After about five minutes or so, Zach pointed and yelled, "THERE HE IS!" He bolted off running down the bleachers, weaving in and out of people. His Dad in the meantime, was doing the exact same thing. When they embraced each other, his Dad held him oh so tightly, as if he would never let go. Zach sunk his head in to his Daddy's chest and just wept and wept.

Needless to say, no one in the group I brought had a set of dry eyes either. It was interesting though, because I think we were all crying for different reasons. I immediately thought about Jesus. I thought about how we get lost at times, how we may stray away unintentionally, yet Jesus is there with His arms wide open ready to embrace His child. However, I also noticed our girls in the group whose father's aren't present in their life. I couldn't imagine what was going through their heads. Abandonment, maybe? I wish my father would care that much, perhaps. I don't know, but my prayers at that specific moment was for each of them to come to know a Father who never fails. A Father who stays in pursuit. A Father whose love is perfect. A Father who wants them to come . . .

Love Deeply