The Ball Field

I didn’t want to pray. I didn’t want to be with anyone. I just wanted peace. One morning on the way to work I decided to pull off the road and park beside the old ball field. I looked out over the field and began to reminisce over the days when I used to coach my son’s baseball team. It seemed like yesterday but it was more like 10 years ago. I found myself stopping at the ball field every morning for a little quiet time. I would stop and have a daily conversation with myself. I loved it. I did this consistently for over a month.

One day my conversation drifted to include someone else. I began to share my sense of loss and discontentment with the Lord. I continued to go to the ball field and my conversations with the Lord became more and more intimate each day. I started bringing my Bible and began reading from the book of Psalms. I soon found myself in deep fellowship with my Lord. I did nothing to deserve this attention from Him. He came to me and met me where I was at the time. He met me at the ball field.

That experience gave me a new heart felt appreciation for His words in Matthew 11:29-31.

“Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy and my burden is light."

The Lord is there and waiting. He really is.