Last week after showing houses all day, I sped home for a little league baseball game. Poor Little Man had an error -- a hole between his legs. Yip. A baseball went straight through 'em. He made up for it in the games to follow with good throws from the outfield and great hits at bat, several doubles and RBIs, but that error outfield caused some stir by Dad and Sister.
Next game, Sister sitting in Mom's lap, Mom said, "Say a prayer real quick that Brother does well today -- no errors." Sister quickly put her hands together and dramatically prayed, "Dear God, please let Brother have another goofy play today!"
We laughed. And then the game started. Talked to another Dad beside me about houses in Keller and then Little Man was at bat. Wouldn't you know it? He got hit with the pitch! Dads around very impressed he didn't wine or rub it, just ran to first. Sister looked at me with big eyes and WoW face full of "I'm a believer." Shameful believer! She believed her prayer caused this and she felt for Brother. I teased her saying that bruise he has will probably have her name on it! She went over to see if Brother was ok, and to tell him sorry she said that prayer! I could see Brother laughing about that from the dugout...
She came back and said, "Mom, I'm hungry. Can I have something to eat from the confession stand?"
Well. Sure. The confession stand is full of surprises today. Perhaps food and faith are both served.