Not Perfect

  



     My life isn’t perfect.  Far from it.  I am, however, quite content with the road the Lord has me walking; and I cannot help but be joyful when I see His hand, even amidst the imperfection.  And maybe most especially because of the imperfection.

     Will went out the other night to toss the baseball.  He’d toss it up and then he’d catch it.  Most of the time he caught it, but not always.  Toss, catch.  Toss, catch.  Toss, drop. 
    











After a bit, Copper went into the garage (which is pretty messy)  retrieved his own glove and played catch with Will.  I was so proud of my husband for doing this!  Will really isn’t too great of a catcher, but he has a pretty good arm.  There aren’t too many evenings like this.  My husband works very long hours on the days he works.  Those 12 – 12 1/2 hour shifts, combined with his commute, keep him away from home for 14 hours on work days.  When he comes home, he’s tired.  Bone tired.  He usually falls asleep in his chair 2 minutes after sitting down.   Evenings spent tossing a ball are rare. 
    
That’s our goofy dog running around with her big red Jolly Ball.  She has taught herself to keep one of her own toys in her mouth in order to resist the temptation to chew up the sports equipment.  Smart dog!









    
     The evening was beautiful, and so was the moment.  I enjoyed my spot sitting on the grass, camera in hand, watching the guys.  I was so thankful for the sweet time they were having together.





















     After he finished the evening feeding and securing animals for the night, Aaron joined the action.  Dixie, our dog, continued “chasing” the baseball, all the while keeping herself from falling into the temptation of chewing up the boys’ ball. 













     My boys’ don’t even own the proper footwear.  Will was barefoot and Aaron was still wearing his muck boots. 

     The guys continued their triangular game of catch, enjoying themselves immensely.  I’d like to say that only good natured ribbing went on between our sons; but the good natured ribbing turned into something a bit more mean spirited which had to be addressed.  Like I said, we’re not perfect.














     Ducking a wayward pitch.  It was accidental.  I think. 


     A few poorly thrown balls resulted in cries of, “Watch out, Mom!”.  Moms who park themselves on the grass just outside the line of play take their lives into their own hands.

















     One wayward throw resulted in retrieving a lost ball from the ditch.  I’m not sure why it was a better idea to climb the fence rather than to simply open the gate.  Do you see the dead grass?  We get these lovely patches of dead grass every year as soon as the first 100* day hits.  It gets plenty of water.  We don’t know why.














     Will has an earlier bedtime than his older brother.  He was told to “hit the showers”, but the play continued in his absence.  The distance between Copper and Aaron was extended and the harder pitching began in earnest.  The sound of the ball as it smacked into their gloves was pretty impressive. 







    
     Eventually the sunlight faded, and we headed in.  My son made his way over towards me.  I asked him where he was going and he said, “I came to help you up”.  Wow.  Yes it was sweet and wonderful, but it doesn’t happen everyday.  That’s why, when it does happen, I rejoice and thank the Lord for the small, promising glimpse into my son’s future that I was given. 

     My life isn’t perfect.  Far from it.  I am content.  I can’t help but find great joy in evenings like this one, all the more because I know how rare they are!  Embrace the little moments.  Recognize them as the beautiful gifts from God that they are, and let your mind dwell on those things rather than the imperfections of life.  

“Finally, brothers, whatever is true, whatever is honorable, whatever is just, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is commendable, if there is any excellence, if there is anything worthy of praise, think about these things.”
Philippians 4:8


God bless you as you look well to the ways of your household!
Proverbs 31:27
 

For even more baseball fun, this time involving my grandbabies, check out Dani’s blog!

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6 comments to Not Perfect

  • Thank you so much for sharing the sweetness of watching your boys as well as the honesty of your “conversations” with those of us who stop by. My only child just graduated Homeschool high school and is getting ready to leave for college. I am always encouraged by reading your posts. I feel like you are one of the most realistic people in regards to kids, homeschool and living the life God calls us to live. I bought the book on contentment that you recommended and hope to start it soon. I so appreciate your willingness to share and look forward to reading your posts as they come. Have a great day.

  • Philippians 4:11   Not that I speak in respect of want: for I have learned, in whatsoever state I am, therewith to be content.

    1 Timothy 6:6   But godliness with contentment is great gain. 

    1 Timothy 6:8   And having food and raiment let us be therewith content.

    Good post today Cheryl!  I love all the pictures of your place!  What a blessing you have.

    Is your husbands throwing arm sore today?

    Have a good weekend!

  • @betheelou – Isn’t Scripture wonderful?  Surprisingly, my husband’s arm was not at all sore!  

  • Beautiful, wonderful, inspirational post!

    Thank you for this!

    Many Blessings 🙂

    Ace

  • Thanks for a great post.  Since Aiden was born I have been lax in posting and reading.  This post was just what I needed when I needed it.  Those small little moments sure are precious.