This glove is unique to my hand…I have been placed in a position. My Father is playing with me. We have been playing for years, learning the game, enjoying each other. I haven’t had a glove because I haven’t needed it yet. I had to grow into it. The glove was being specially fitted for me. My Father has been teaching me how to care for this glove and move it properly. I had to learn when to raise it up and when to squeeze it. I had to learn how to care for it so that the softness and flexibility would still be there. It was made of fine leathers that were very supple and I didn’t want to mess them up.
I now have taken my position, I have learned to trust my Father, and I am equipped to play. The game is about to start and I get a little bit nervous. I don’t know if I needed to practice more or if I learned all the rules. I look into my Father’s eyes and I know that I have everything that I need. He has faith in me and I have faith in Him. I am ready to play any position but He reminds me that He only needs me to play the one that I am in right now. I need only remember what I’ve learned and enjoy the game. He throws me the ball and I squeeze at just the right time, the glove wraps around the ball and holds it until I am ready to pick it up with my other hand and throw it wherever my Father tells me. My palms are still a little sweaty, I am nervous that I might ruin my glove that is so precious. I am afraid to get it dirty but my Father assures me that it can withstand the pressure of the game as long as it is on my hand. He has carefully created it so that it will never fall off and will always be ready to go.
I start to realize that the point is not me or the glove but the game and being able to show everyone how incredible my Dad is. I have the coolest Dad around and other people see the game going on. They want to join in and play. They see us laughing and running, never stopping but constantly with each other. People begin coming from all over to play in the game that my Father started. I realize that I used to be on the sidelines where they were, or running around the concession stand getting snacks and other things but realized that the game was so much more satisfying. I realized that I couldn’t have a relationship with my Father if I was over eating candy.
He was calling out to the people at the concession stand all the time, “Come” and play over here. There’s room on the field, there are positions open…He would stand at the gates and tell them, “Come and follow me”. I’ll show you how to play. Don’t waste any more time, there is a game going on and I want YOU to play. I remember being at the concession stand and constantly running back for more…but now I’m with my Father…
…and I’m playing.
