As the unofficial end of summer is upon us, it only feels right to wrap it up in a blog. In many ways, it’s been a long, hot summer. And on the flip side, it’s been the fastest summer I’ve ever seen. I blinked and were well over halfway through 2018. How?!?
This summer has been full of highs and lows, and definitely has been one for the books. Why you ask? Because I found a new love: baseball.
I didn’t grow up around it, and I definitely can count the amount of baseball games I’d been to before this summer on one hand. It was never something I was interested in watching, and I played softball in school so I was always busy in spring. My roommate however LOVES baseball. She’s been a Chipper Jones fan since she was old enough to potty train. So summertime is full of baseball scores, RBIs, and the MLB.
Funnily enough, this summer also happened to be 1 of 2 seasons that Campbell University (my Alma Mater) has been hosting a MiLB team, the Buies Creek Astros. After this summer, they will be moving on to their permanent home of Fayetteville, and Campbell will be relegated to quiet baseball-less summers again. So this summer has been full of Astros baseball, with a Durham Bulls game and an Atlanta Braves game thrown in for good measure. It’s been a good summer.
I’ve always thought of baseball as a a boring sport really. It’s slow, even a little lazy? It stops and starts. It takes FOREVER. And the ball is so small you can barely even see it on the TV. But in person? Man it’s been a time. Baseball is slow — but in a “kick back and enjoy” kind of way. Baseball does stop and start – but in a “let’s carry on a conversation and enjoy one another’s company” kind of way. The baseball is small — but in a “you gotta pay attention on you’re gonna miss it” kind of way.
That’s what I’ve learned this summer: that unless you slow down, enjoy these sweet moments of stop and start, and pay attention to this ball called life, you’re GONNA MISS IT. We have to stay focused on the here and now, to be where our feet are, instead of looking so far ahead at the “next thing.” I’m learning to enjoy time spent at home: slow, sweet moments of “let’s stop running around and just be,” or simple moments of “let’s go to the Astros game this afternoon.” I’m learning to live this rhythm and cadence which beats against everything I’ve ever been taught about being a believer. I’ve learned in many ways that Jesus is checkboxes and Sunday services, and this summer has shown me Jesus is rain delays and foul balls sometimes too. Jesus wants me here — and that today means a summer full of baseball.
So, I’m thankful for this summer full of baseball and memories and once in a lifetimes because I’ve been more present this summer than ever before. I’ve lived fuller than most, and I’m going to keep pursuing this “be where my feet are life.”