Whoever penned that famous line “there’s no crying in baseball!” has clearly never actually been in baseball. My husband and I have been in this game together for over 20 years, and there have been more than a few times when it broke our hearts. But none was more emotional than when we were nearing the end of the 2019 season and he got fired with just a few games to go.
Losing a job is tough. Having it blasted all over social media and national television (I’m looking at you, ESPN) is tougher. Watching the business side of the game break your kids hearts for the first time is the toughest.
In the months that followed and all the changes that occurred in our lives, one thing kept pressing into my heart…stop being so ticked off (which is easier said than done). But God’s word is clear that it is so important for us to learn to forgive for our sake even more than for the sake of the offender.
For me during that whole off season I had to give it over to God daily, sometimes even hourly. And the more I turned it over to Him, the longer I would go without getting fired up about it.
As weeks turned into months, my daily practice of forgiveness turned into something else. When I would think of promises made by men that weren’t kept, I would remember the promises of our God that have never failed. When I would start to get anxious about moving and the girls starting in YET ANOTHER new school, instead of wallowing in it, I would think of all the good ways my kids have grown simply because baseball life has created the opportunity for it.
No matter our level in the game, or our lives outside of it there’s always going to be disappointment, in people and in situations. John 16:33 reminds us that we are going to have trouble in this world, that’s a guarantee for anyone breathing BUT He has already seen past the trouble. He has already created space for peace. He has already overcome any grief that may come our way. What we need to do to be open to that peace and to that grace is one thing, forgive.