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Morning at the Ballpark

For years, my career revolved around sports teams, facilities, and contests.  One of my favorite parts of that chapter was the early mornings at the outdoor facilities.  As the sun rises, it bounces off the dew that clings to blades of grass on the meticulously manicured playing surface. A clean crisp breeze pushes across the field as the birds chirp in the background. What would later be filled with athletes and fans was now tranquil and peaceful.

In these moments, I can recall being grateful for God’s creation.  A feeling of awe would overtake me as I realize how small I am in this world. A feeling of gratitude followed as I realized that God intimately knows me and loves me.  Even the hairs on our head are individually known to God (Matt 10:30). Those who love God are known by God (1 Cor 8:3). There is no place we can hide from God (Heb 4:13). We are known by our creator. 

Take a moment to pause. Soak in God’s beautiful creation surrounding you. In all of His majesty, you are never lost. Instead, you are an intimate part of His magnificent tapestry. 

Be blessed and be a blessing,

Matt

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