When we explain the year we’ve had to others, it’s typical to get the response, “Wow, what a roller coaster you’ve been on!” This year has not been a roller coaster. We’ve been hanging out in a freaking Amusement Park riding every roller coaster in site! Screaming for excitement, hands in the air, throwing-up, then moving on to the next ride to do it all over again. This morning I ACTUALLY put a pre-packed suitcase in my car JUST IN CASE plans change again and I got on the flight I booked a couple weeks ago. Yes, I’m still dangerously and hopelessly hopeful.
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Often times people associate 'a test of faith' with trials and tribulations. We received some great news recently and I very quickly found that 'a test of faith' comes in all situations. With the way life has been throwing us around lately, I've been hesitant to plan too far ahead or commit myself to anyone or anything.
While staying optimistic, I've found myself feeling a tad bit hopeless. Not because I don't have hope for the future and God's plans, but because I have no control of what's going on around me. I'm hopelessly hopeful. Beyond that, I have become hopelessly devoted to trusting in God and committed myself to remembering that this life and its' successes are temporary. God has tested me through bad news and good news, finding ways for me to feel undeservingly blessed. He is challenging me to remember that it's not the good news about baseball that matters, it's the good news about Jesus Christ. We love this baseball journey and the opportunities it provides for us to travel together, meet incredible people and watch dreams come true, but there's only one kind of good news that is permanent in this life. That being said, we have had an exciting and fun past few weeks! Here's a short update: Waivers: a secret list created to make players and their families go crazy for a full 72 hours sitting by the phone waiting for a call from 1 of 32 major league teams that have the option to pick you up off that list from your former team. At least, that’s how I’ve come to understand it. There we were, counting down the days to the next Rangers’ homestand… I was on the road to Houston for a dear friend’s wedding and I got a call: “I’ve been Designated for Assignment” “What does that mean?” – said me (it’s a recurring question in my life when it comes to baseball). {First of all, Logan was drafted in the Rule 5 draft back in December. You can read about that process here.} That being said, we were under the impression that the typical DFA rules did not apply to him, as that would give the Rangers control to trade him. With everyone around us being confused too, we were convinced that he had been placed on Waivers. Why I ever thought Logan's debut would be on any day other than April 8th is beyond me. Eight has always been a favorite of mine. My birthday is on the 8th, my shoe size is 8, and I got my braces off on December 8th, 2004 (that was a great day, obviously). As I've grown up, I've taken the number 8 as a sign that God is using me and I'm in the right place. A date, jersey number, running bib... This can be by way of adding, subtracting, dividing, multiplying... however I need to make the number 8 work for me in that moment. Logan's doesn't think much of symbolism like I do, but he's always liked the number 4. This is of course because the great baseball player Lou Gehrig wore this number and just so happens to share the same birthday as Logan. So if we want to get weird, I’ll go ahead and say that 4/2 is when the Rangers called. 4 x 2 = 8 Hopefully you understand my obsession with this number and why I’m so mad at myself for not realizing that his MLB Debut would be any other day than four- eight. |
Erin Verrettwife of a pitcher. mother of a golden. daughter of the lord. FOLLOW @erinverrettCategories
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