The last few weeks I have been working on the deck and carriage house. With Byron and the other Gabeharts help, we were able to repair and revise the existing deck. Yesterday the deck project was completed. I am pleased with the result.
Two men on and two out. Jerod Crockett comes up to bat. He is determined and focused. Will he he get a good pitch? The crowd is calling for a hit. The third base coach reminds him of what is already swirling in his head … we need a hit! Come on Jerod! Team, Blake, Mom, Dad, Mimi, Meredith, Grayson …come on Jerod, get a hit!
The pitcher is struggling to find the strike zone. Then the proverbial “one you’re waiting on” pitch comes to the plate. There is that special moment that is frozen in time. Everything comes together. In a ballet of slow motion, the ball comes toward the plate. There is such clarity that you can almost count the stitches on the ball. Mind and body merge as all the hitting instructions and techniques are for a moment a natural reflex … there is no thought about how, it just happens. The ping of the aluminum bat. The ball is met with the heart of the bat and is sent high into the outfield. Run! run! Keep going! You can make it! Come on Jerod! GO HOME, GO HOME! SLIDE! SLIDE! SAFE! HOME RUN!
Celebration. Hugs. High fives. Good job. Way to go. JEROD JEROD JEROD!
Game ball awarded to Jerod.
A dream of every ball player who steps up to the plate has now become an experience that will live in Jerod’s dreams. A priceless moment never to be forgotten.
Let the morning bring me word of your unfailing love,
for I have put my trust in you.
Show me the way I should go,
for to you I entrust my life.Psalm 143:8