I have learned that God’s silence to my questions is not a door slammed in my face. I may not have the answers—but I do have him.
I've come to realize that real growth of character takes place in the valleys of life.
When I broke my arm, I knew there was something a lot bigger than baseball (about to happen) ... I had a sense that God had something for me, something bigger than baseball.
The reality of heaven doesn't take away the pain of or suffering or our losses, but it assures us that our pain is temporary.
Do not deny the impact your life can have on others.
All you have to do is pick up a baseball. It begs to you: throw me. If you took a year to design an object to hurl, you'd end up with that little spheroid small enough to nestle in your fingers but big enough to have some heft, lighter than a rock but heavier than a hunk of wood. Its even, neat stitching, laced into the leather's slippery white surface, gives your fingers a purchase. A baseball was made to throw. It's almost irresistible.
As time passes, my story fades away.
