TS 1 wrote the following essay for the Writing Class he is taking through our local homeschool group. The assignment was to write a five paragraph essay about an autobiographical incident, which included a moral lesson. He immediately knew what topic he would share. He is graciously allowing me to publish his essay on my blog :) I post it not only to share what he is learning, but also to give glory to God who taught him the lesson he describes here. As a mom, I do my best to impart God's truth and wisdom to my children in the circumstances of their lives. I often fail and fumble my way through it, but God never fails.
God on the Diamond
By TS 1
Before I became a good hitter, I had to learn an important lesson. The lesson
was to persevere through things which I had never experienced before. I also
learned to trust God in everything, including baseball. I had to learn an important
It was Spring 2010, and I had just started the “minors” in my league. The
minors is kid pitch, with 3 strikes, 3 outs, an umpire, and a game played under
Little League conditions. My team was the A’s, and my league was AYYA, which
stands for All Yonkers Youth Association. Whenever I put on that green A’s
jersey with the yellow “Athletics” fastened on the front, I felt prepared for the
game. Although it didn’t really seem that way because I was having,
unfortunately, a slumping season with no hits going into the last game. In Spring
2010, I needed to get a hit in that last game.
On that hot, sunny day, I had to accomplish something that I really needed to
achieve: a hit. The game took place at Cook Field, a remolded soccer field
converted for the Spring to 3 Little League fields, in Yonkers. The three baseball
diamonds were set down in a valley with grassy hills for sides that we had to
climb up and down to get to the fields. I was extremely nervous when I stepped
up to the plate. With a 2-2 count, I saw the ball, and I swung hard, I heard the
“ping” sound on my bat, the one you hear when you hit a homer on a metal bat.
As I heard the fans’ loud cheers on that hot day, I wondered, “Had I done it?”
As I saw the ball flying through the blue sky over the infield, I felt very
shocked. It whizzed into left centerfield, and the runner, who was on second
base, scored easily. That was a feeling of amazement to me! As I rounded third
base, I took a quick glance into left field, and I saw the outfielder still sprinting for
the ball. I knew that I should attempt to score. As I easily scored, the fans went
wild. My heart was pounding after an exciting 13-11 victory. Even almost two
years later, I can picture the homerun in my head and still feel proud.
In the Spring of 2010, on the baseball diamond, I learned to persevere
through hard things, and to trust God. I had to pray a lot and trust God to know
that He is doing everything right. I was, at many times, discouraged. My mom
and dad told me many times that I had to trust God’s plan. I had to believe even
when my prayers weren’t being answered the way I wanted them to be. Of
course, it also took many hours of batting practice. I practiced at home with a
very useful hitting machine called the Swing Away, which is an adjustable ball on
a rope that you swing at, and you don’t have to pick up any balls. I also went to a
hitting clinic in Pelham, which helped me with my swing. I persevered through
this slumping season because I kept on going. During my slumping season, I
had to learn an important lesson, which was to persevere and trust God.