Baseball, Socks and the Red Dirt Road

Baseball, Socks and the Red Dirt Road    

 

I gave up a long time ago on trying to keep all the socks together.  This I think went out the door about the time I realized I can’t please everyone.  When our kids are younger we can control what they eat, who they see and yes, the socks that come off their feet to match up when we do the laundry.   Socks, we all have that basket of socks with no matches or the wall art with “looking for a mate”.   Pinterest came along a little too late or I would have had that, hanging in my laundry room, too cute.   You buy a brand-new pack of socks; each child has their own color or type- I will be able to keep up with the socks now.  Nope, this did not work either.  One sock never seemed to make it to the laundry room.   Then you buy all black socks, same kind, they are all older and wear the same size, including me.  I will be able to handle this.  Weeks later no!  Where are these socks going?  Here is another.  I buy me a different brand.  I hide them or attempt to.  This will work.  OMG! I am down to two pairs.  How do these socks disappear then miraculously show back up?  This happens with beach towels too.  

          The missing socks can be a lot like your anxiousness and worries that create fear.  I could have let this control my emotions and become angry, worrying about finding the socks and fussing about all these missing socks. No, I chose to buy two baskets and throw all those socks into them and not stress and fret over all the missing socks.  One for the matched socks and one for all the socks with no mate.  Why worry about this? It seems to be out of my control.  The issue of socks is simple compared to larger life issues of illness, safety of your children as they walk out the door, finances, etc.  This is how God wants us to treat Him. Throw your socks his way.   He is to be the one who we give all our worries and fear to.  

1 Peter 5:6-7 Humble yourselves, therefore under the mighty hand of God so that at the proper time he may exalt you casting all your anxieties on him, because He cares for you.

          Give God your problems, your worries, your fears.  I am learning and growing in my faith daily.  I struggle at times to be able to trust that I am doing the right thing.  But like all other times when I start questioning what I am doing or saying, God is putting people and situations in my life that are the works of the Holy Spirit.  I didn’t have time to write before church today, because I was having technical difficulties launching onto my website.  I didn’t get angry, just kept on going with my morning.  Leaving for church I’m having a conversation about worry and faith with my husband who is just listening, not really saying anything.  I say I just need to talk to Tracey, she will know.  I’m doubting answers I am giving someone.  I was struggling with explaining faith and worry.  How can you have faith when you are consumed with worry. I guess I don’t have faith was the response from the person. I didn’t know what to say.  I felt guilty for being blunt, but when the same problem, same concern is over and over I am at a loss.  Because I can not pull the scripture from my head to back my faith or answers He has given us.   I believe it and know it, I can’t recall it from the bible.

          Church today: Bam in my face Pastor started preaching this.  Anxiety and worry are fear.  With this worry going on in your head you are creating a world that is not a reality in your mind.  When your worry and fear are high, your faith is low.  This led me to looking more into this as I start writing about socks. You are probably wondering about socks, it will come once the baseball game starts.  How does our faith conquer fear and allow for us to wake up each morning with a joy and peace in our mind, with thankfulness and a smile on our face?  Romans 10:17 “So faith comes from hearing, that is, hearing the good news about Christ”.   As your faith grows so does your relationship with your heavenly father.  I have a picture in my kitchen that was my Granny’s and it took a beating with those socks.   I finally found out who to give credit to this saying.  I always thought it came from the bible.   Sam Storms “Joy is not necessarily the absence of suffering it is the presence of God.”  This is from the bible.  “But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, Galatians 5:22.  

I must learn and work daily to mature my faith.   James 1:6 If any of you lacks wisdom let him ask in faith, without doubting, for the one wo doubts is like a wave of the sea that is driven and tossed by the wind. 

So, claim daily Mark 11:24 “Therefore I tell you, whatever you ask in prayer, believe that you have received it, and it will be yours.”  Matthew 21:22 “And whatever you ask in prayer, you will receive, if you have faith.”  

Saw this on a friends FB page.

Let Go! Let God! 

 

Play Ball!! 

     Our three-bedroom, white wooden house- with red shutters, sat bout 50 yards off the red dirt road.  You could smell the iron ore in the air, from the dust that blew into the unsealed windows. This small house had wooden and laminate floors.  Wooden walls with peeling, cloth wall paper and paneling.  The living room and dining rooms were in the middle of the house.  The kitchen and mom and dad’s bedroom were off to the right.  The bathroom, granny’s room and our bedroom were off to the left. This wooden house that sat on cinder blocks was surrounded by towering cedar and oak trees and one beautiful wisteria tree. 

     Granny’s house you always feel welcomed, she always has coffee or tea in a bowl and she makes sure you have food to eat.  The living room has our black and white tv with our 3 network channels, a large green sleeper sofa, that we spend many of nights sleeping on and making it fold up on us. This always causes Granny to laugh.  A matching green chair is on one side of the room.  This big ol’ chair is the time out chair.  On the other side of the room is a large brown recliner and a john deer heater. Standing in the living room you see directly into the dinning room.  A large doorway with French doors that are always open, come to think about it missing. A large dining room table that seats 8-10 people is the center piece of this room, along with a black upright piano.  You can see your reflection on this dinning room table.  We must look at this table secretly.  It is covered with a padded table protector, a plastic spill protector table cloth and finally the regular table cloth.  In the window at the far end of the dining room is our air conditioner.  A huge window unit.  The window above the a/c/ is covered in aluminum foil. 

     Today is not your ordinary day.  We have chicken pox. We being my sister and brother.  I am the oldest.  My sister is the middle child and brother is the baby.  At this point of our life we are 5, 7, and 9 years old. We moved in with Granny when I was going into the fourth grade.  I have been assigned to the big green chair, brother is assigned to the brown recliner and sister got the couch.  She is chicken pox free for the moment.  Brother and I are covered in this pink powdery lotion that is supposed to stop the itch.  One good thing I am not having to do laundry. Sister is having to do laundry on the big green couch.  Mom has left to go to town.  Town is thirty minutes down the road.  This is where the big grocery stores, library, clothing stores and fast food restaurants are.   Our town or community only has a school, post office, four churches and an old country store.   We have one paved road that runs through our community.  Most everyone lives off red dirt roads, in the woods.  Granny is at work, so, this left me in charge.  I am sitting here bored in the time out chair.  Brother is bouncing up and down in the recliner and sister is sorting all daddy’s white socks.  A kid can only sit still for so long.

Brother stands up in the recliner and jumps to the couch.  He nails his landing into the middle of all the clean clothes.  T-shirts, underwear and socks fly into the air.  Every action usually has a reaction. Sister is not happy. She throws the pair of socks she was folding right into his face.

 He screams, “Your out, I caught it”.  I start hollering, “Get back on your chair”!  He does not listen. He bounces to my big green chair, landing right beside me. He hollers, “Safe”!

 Sister then dares him. Telling him he can’t get back to his chair without touching the floor.  All floors are hot lava, right?  She begins to throw another sock at him.  He swats this sock with his hand and takes off into the air. He makes his landing on the green couch and with one swift bounce plops onto his recliner. He is rolling, laughing and telling us he has hit a homerun.

Light bulb went off in our heads simultaneously! BASEBALL!

     This starts our planning- BASEBALL- indoors.  I pull my notebook out from the cushion and turn to a fresh new page. Sister is sitting on home plate, brother is on first base, the dining room table is second, and the big green chair is third.  We gather up the clothes and put them in the laundry basket against the front door.  We must keep the laundry clean. Sister takes two socks and rolls them up into a ball.  These socks are the long white tube socks that come up to your knees.  Home-runs we decide would be the aluminum window.  If you hit the window with the aluminum foil on it, you automatically get to take a trip around the bases. 

     Brother is first to bat, I’m pitching, sister is in left field.  Left field is by the piano.  We did not have much of a field, because the dining room table is taking up all of center field and partially left and right. In field is wide open, but no one wants to play small ball today.  We want to hit home-runs!  The pitch is overhanded, flying as fast as I can throw a sock baseball.  The bat is our open hand. There is no sound when brother hits the ball, only screams and laughter. The ball flies from his hand and lands on the dining room table. Sister grabs it and runs towards him.  He is safe.  Sisters turn to bat. She swings and sends the sock ball flying right above my head.  I jump up trying to catch it but miss.  This miss allows for brother to get to third and sister to be  safe at second. We stop and realize we don’t have another person to bat.  We start talking and trying to figure this one out. Ghost runners.  Brother comes to the plate and his ghost runner is on third. His next sock ball flies to the aluminum window. Home-run!

     I finally get a turn to bat, sister is pitching.  The ball is coming in slow, I pull back to swing and I send it sailing.  I take off to brown recliner.  I am full of excitement and so proud of how far and high this ball is going.  I turn to second and see sister covering her eyes. I see brother’s mouth open, but no sound is coming out.  I stop. Where is the ball?  Frantically searching, I find it way in left field.  The ball is crashing into the only picture on top of the piano.  We all watch the sock ball plummet towards the picture.  You would think the crash would have been soft and quiet as it hit this only picture; sitting like a fan in the upper decks! The picture tumbles down behind the piano.  I am thinking we will never be able to get this from behind this large piano. We all run to the piano.  Brother is the smallest, he will have to go back behind there when we move this monster.  We start to push and pull, oh thank you Jesus it has wheels. Brother squirms back there and pulls out a wooden picture.  It is not broken.  Again, another quick thank you prayer. We put the picture back on the piano, but we lay it down, so we don’t have to retrieve it again, if the sock ball hits it.

     This indoor baseball game came to life quite often when we were home alone.  The large dark upright piano became our big green monster, during these days. Sometimes when we didn’t have clean socks, we would use the aluminum foil to make a baseball.  These balls flew and stung a little if you got tagged with it.  Yes, our baseball rules evolved into dodge-ball – baseball.  Baseball games, hot lava floors, and turning our living room into a cave was some of the many crazy creative games that kept us busy growing up on our red dirt road.  The wooden picture that took a beating with the sock baseball had the saying of, “Joy is not necessarily the absence of suffering it is the presence of God”.  This wooden picture eventually moved to the kitchen.  Not sure when it was moved.  It was about the time Granny started teaching us to cook.  Or allow us in the kitchen to watch her cook.  She never measured anything, always a pinch, a little bit, more than a cup, but always made with love. We could see joy and love while working with her in the kitchen.   I guess she knew what she was doing.   As a child I never fully understood the saying that was on this wooden picture. You can believe in God and know Jesus died for your sins, so that you will have everlasting life with Him.  To believe is to have faith.   We all start out our faith in infancy learning to crawl before you can run.   To have joy and happiness in the middle of life’s problems you pray and believe God is in control.  This becomes easier as you grow or mature in your faith.   Just because you are a Christian does not mean you will not have problems, sorrow, or turmoil, it does mean you have someone bigger than you helping you through those hard storms.   

Here is another one of my favorite songs. https://youtu.be/zkDv6GQcpOQ

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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