Last week I was blessed enough to experience temperatures in the 70's and even 80's, allowing my mind to finally accept that perhaps spring had sprung and winter was over. With thoughts of spring came the idea of green grass, flowers growing and as always happens around this time of year, the return of baseball. Baseball is unique to me, because unlike any other sport that I am aware of it is an everyday event. 162 games, that is almost double the length of a professional basketball or hockey season. The length of the season always leaves me feeling that at the end we will certainly have the best team, who has built together the best body of work throughout the long season of 162 games. Above everything else, what I enjoy about baseball is that on opening day every team has the same thing. After a long cold winter everyone from the Houston Astros to the New York Yankees, they all can cling one thing, hope. They all can begin their season with a sense of hope.
For professional baseball teams their hope can be in the length of a new season or perhaps a new play or two, but as Christian we can rise every morning feeling energized because we also have hope, only our hope comes from the Lord. Thing do not always go as we plan and at times we might feel lost, at times like this I turn to Psalm 39:7, "And now Lord, what do I wait for and expect? My hope and expectations are in you." So if we lose a few games and feel knocked down, not sure where to turn, we can always turn to Lord and put our hope in him. Whether we remain aware of it continually or not we can always come back to the truth that God will never leave us nor forsake us and that provides a great deal of hope to us all. We are never alone.