…were words our grandson did not want to hear. All week-end long he anticipated the baseball game that would take place at Warren Park on Monday night at 5:30. Sunday night before he went to bed, we laid out his clean baseball uniform of pants, t-shirt and socks. His helmet, shoes, glove and water bottle were right next to them. Everything was ready for Monday’s game. We were all eager for this game as the prior one had seen his team win twenty to zero. Rowan glowed with the memory and was anticipating the next game. He truly seems to love baseball in a way our sons never did.
It had rained the day before and it rained earlier in the day on Monday. By the time school let out, the rain had stopped. We picked him up with the news that the game had been canceled. I was not prepared for the response. Even after we explained that though the rain was no longer the problem as such, the wetness and mud of the field was a problem and the coaches had canceled the game. That did not seem to matter. “Stupid” was the summation of his opinion on the decision. And as only children can, he continued to whine and want his way even if it was not a good and logical way. Over and over he struggled with the cancellation-decision that neither he nor anyone else could change.
We had our grandson’s best interests at heart. We took him to a grassy place and played ball with him for an hour or so. We then walked several blocks to “Lickety Split” for ice cream. Things our grandson was too preoccupied to come up with. His grandparents out-loved his disappointment. By nightfall he had experienced a good outcome
Then it came to me. I am a ‘whiny, baby’ before God more often than I really want to say. Something is over and done and I want it recalled back. Something is not yet done and I want it to happen now. It is called discontentment. “Actually I don’t have a sense of needing anything personally. I’ve learned by now to be quite content whatever my circumstances. I’m just as happy with little as with much, with much as with little. I’ve found the recipe for being happy whether full or hungry, hands full or hands empty. Whatever I have, wherever I am, I can make it through anything in the One who makes me who I am.” (Philippians 4:11 The Message) “Thank you,” Apostle Paul and “Thank you,” Rowan.
Maybe God canceled the game to show me how like a child I can be and how I need to learn even more about being content in my circumstances.