I am a Cards fan. I admit it. I have been since around 1981 or so. I don’t really follow baseball as closely as I used to, but I was glued to the TV for the last few innings of the Nationals-Cardinals game.
It was 6-0 after 3 innings. It looked hopeless. I wasn’t too optimistic.
But something happened. Inning after inning, the Cards chipped away at the lead, scoring a run here, 2 runs there, and suddenly, we’re in the top of the 9th inning with a 7-5 ballgame.
Even then, I wasn’t overly optimistic. I may not win Fan of the Year, but I’m just being honest. I figured that the magic was about to run out.
But I was never more glad to be wrong. The Cards scored 4 more runs in very dramatic fashion and ended up winning 9-7. Yeah, it was awesome.
But the little gears in my brain started whirling and got me to thinking, “What else in my life have I given up on? What dream have I all but discarded and resigned myself to the fact that it won’t ever happen?”
I think the reminder for me and everyone else reading this is to not give up. If Jesus could find a way out of the grave, he can surely find a way to give you the desires of your heart. If not, he’s bound to give you something way better.
So take it from this baseball equivalent of Eeyore. Don’t give up. Don’t throw in the towel just yet.
Trust that what seems impossible to us isn’t even remotely difficult for God (yep, I stole that one from Crosspoint Church). Trust that God is able to do what he promised.
Even when you’re down to your very last strike, it’s not over. Not as long as God is in charge.