T-Ball, Mike Holmes, and Angels

My son had his last T-ball game of his first ever experience playing on a team.  We are so proud of the great job he did and saw that he really learned something!  His “baby sister” was there for each game, and  he decided to invite her to sit next to him as he waited to bat.


When it was his turn, he left his mit with her.  She took good care of it and watch him play.  She sat so nicely!!!




This beautiful moment turned into the next morning.

My little angels became partners in crime, turning on each other and myself.  One moment was great, the next one or both were crying.  He was frustrated that we needed to clean up the corn and soybeans scattered across the carpet, as he wanted to continue to farm with them later.  She wanted one thing or another, including insisting that I was supposed to use the toddler potty seat.

I couldn’t get them out of the house fast enough.  I took a lot of deep breaths, prayed for patience, but knew I needed to get them to daycare.

The second they walked into T’s house, they were little angels again!

So predictable.

A change of scenery, people, toys, and removing from the situation.  They, no, we, could go our separate ways for a bit.  We could all get recharged.

That particular week was all ups and downs.  With Daddy on a work trip, the summer heat increasing, fun/exhausting play, and prepping for vacation, we had extra stress on our bodies and minds.

I don’t blame them at all for being extra emotional.

Yet, once I walked back in our door to finish getting ready for pastoral visits, I fell on the couch.  Coffee wasn’t even a comfort!

I turned on the TV and found an edition of Holmes on Homes.  In the midst of the chaos and destruction, he finds ways to move forward.  A physical reminder, but a reminder of many faith journeys.

Mike helped me get off the couch, but I was still dragging my feet.  I needed a hug from a trusted and spiritual soul.  I needed a hug that didn’t need to be asked for, or talked about.

Wondering how I could be present for someone else when my soul was so heavy, I got into my car and turned on the engine.

I put all my hope in the Lord. (Pslam 40:1, CEB)

After a decent drive, I arrived at Masonic Homes and went up to the desk to check-in and be reminded of which room the church member lived in.

No one was at the desk, but I heard voices from the room behind it.  Soon, a familiar person came around the corner.

She was as surprised to see me as I to see her.  I knew K. was working at a senior residence, but it slipped past me at which one.  She could have been working at any of three different locations there, and it could have even been one of her days off.

Yet there she was.

I put all my hope in the Lord.  He leaned down to me; he listened to my cry for help.  (Pslam 40:1, CEB)

I got my hug.

Later, after picking them up from daycare, we were all ready to embrace each other again in love and joy.

Thank you God!  Thank you for sending people to do Your Will and show Your Love!!


About SFriant

I live to walk with others on their journeys - because everyone needs to know that they are loved, that they matter, and that they are doing amazing things. I'm a lot like our two kids: obsessed with learning, and constantly creating.
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