As we sat at family Bible study tonight amongst numerous players from different teams and their wives, God put something into perspective for me.
We went around the room with the typical weekly introductions and I was taken back by how many last names I recognized, how many faces seemed familiar in my mind — none of which were through acquaintance. Daniel and I were sitting in a room filled with seasoned pro ball players. Like guys who have jerseys with their names on the back in mass production.
I think it’s natural for us, me included, to have a predisposition in our heads when we think about pro players and their wives and say “they’ve made it.”
And why not, right? Isn’t that why we’re here? To make it to the bigs? To go all the way and make all this struggle worth something?
I got a big dose of clarity. We’re all running the same race. You never “make it.” The joy is in the journey. No amount of money will ever be enough. No title or uniform will ever be enough to sustain you.
Sure I would love to watch my husband in a Dbacks uniform at Chase Field, but it cannot control who we are and how we operate our lives.
So why not enjoy the struggle? Take time to honor the long journey you’re taking instead of being laser-focused on the only conceivable end result in your limited scope.
I am not suggesting that D shouldn’t do anything possible to achieve his dream. I am also not suggesting that I am not going to give everything I can to help him get there. I am simply saying that despite the end result of his baseball career, baseball really has nothing to do with the overall picture.
We were all sitting in the same chairs, breathing the same air. Sure there is a difference in zeros on the paycheck, but what does that really amount to in the end?
God will use each and every one of us if we’re willing to be a platform for the promotion of His kingdom. This is true whether I have only 450 twitter followers or 20,000 people wearing my name on their jersey.