Baseball Pant Mishap

The other day, I have to admit, I lost my marbles at my sweet son.  Why?  Well, he is in that lovely adolescent stage, with the simple teen-age brain that is reformatting and I just couldn’t believe that he was reacting the way he was.  It was all over baseball pants.  I know, I know!  It sounds juvenile of me to get upset over baseball pants, but it is what it is, and it just seems to be a constant battle in my house to get these simple, white baseball pants clean.

It all started on a Sunday morning, when he was getting ready for his game.  His uniform is all white so you know whoever decided on this color scheme obviously is not a female, nor do they do the laundry in the home.  Since a baseball field is full of grass and dirt, and famous for its hotdogs and hamburgers drowned in Ketchup, you can imagine what a challenge it is to keep this uniform white.

We are trying to have our son be responsible for his own uniform, but that is not working out quite the way we had envisioned.  Somehow his white ball pants, all six pairs of them, end up in his hamper and not in the pile that I ask him to form in the laundry room so that I can soak them when I know that he is getting low.

Sunday morning while he was getting ready, I was in my prayer room doing my meditation, and when I come out, I find him sitting on the couch with old dirty baseball pants on.  I couldn’t believe my eyes, and instantly questioned why he would have dirty pants on.  How disgusting!

Immediately his response was that there were none clean.  This is when my marbles went flying!  How could he be so irresponsible?  How could he not follow my instructions to form a pile in the laundry room?  This of course made my blood boil, and as hard as I was trying to stay calm, I just couldn’t.

When I asked him where all the rest of his dirty pants were he responded with that lovely adolescent, “da-no,” that is more of a mumble than an answer.  This made my blood pressure elevated even more than it already was.  He supposedly looked for seven minutes, but this pair was all he could find.

Now, I will admit, my son is no Sherlock Holmes and wouldn’t find his nose unless it was permanently attached to his face, but guess where every pair was?  Yep!  In his hamper.  Did he look very hard?  No.  Did he follow my instructions to always have nice white baseball pants?  Not a chance!

How many of us are exactly like this with our faith?  We know what is right and wrong, but don’t always make the right choice.  We stog our baseball pants in our hamper, even though we know the right choice would be to put them in the laundry room.  It is more work to put the ball pants in the laundry room, so we choose to take the easy way out.  We all know that there are great instructions for our life inside this amazing book called the Bible, but how many of us take the time to read it.

Do you think God loses his marbles at us when we make the wrong decisions about our life?  Absolutely not.  He is patiently waiting for our still adolescent brains to finally transform to the brain he knew we could have and for the day that we can’t wait to dive into his word and become all that he has created us to be.  He’s waiting for us to realize that selfishness is not the kind of heart he wants us to have.  He’s waiting for us to let go of our egos and become selfless children of God.

1 John 3:1-2 ensures us, “See what kind of love the Father has given to us, that we should be called children of God; and so we are. The reason why the world does not know us is that it did not know him. Beloved, we are God’s children now, and what we will be has not yet appeared; but we know that when he appears we shall be like him, because we shall see him as he is.”

As hard as I prayed that day to be patient and understanding and have a heart like God, I just couldn’t.  I need cooperation from my children.  God wants us to cooperate too, but he is waiting for us to be what he has made us to be. He is patient and he is waiting for you to form the relationship with him like you would want your son or daughter to have with you. Don’t keep him waiting any longer.  Spend time with him and watch where he takes you!

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