I’m on my way with a friend to their grandson’s Little League game. My heart is full, anticipating these young boys in their clean jerseys all ready to play baseball. It’s not unlike the anticipation of a major league baseball game when your favorite pitcher is starting and your heart is racing, all pumped up for the game with hope and exhilaration. There is something thrilling watching these young, nascent ball players doing their best, the joy they communicate, belonging to a team. The elation they exhibit when they win, the agony of defeat, is felt throughout the crowd. When they trust that they played their best, they are satisfied and look forward to the next contest with hope, course correction, and determination. I don’t know if God plays baseball but I bet He enjoys the human soul embracing teamwork, learning to forgive and let go, and sportsmanship in action!