The game

The Marlins are here, in Atlanta, playing the Braves tonight.  A large group of us pondered going to Turner Field, wearing shirts that say "Where the heck is Dallas?"  or "Cantu?  More like Can not."  (Kidding) We had several more ideas, but I'd like to keep this a family blog. Mom is the ring leader. She wants to wear a shirt with Dallas' stats.  With his homerun stats. Or one that says "We'd have already been called up by now with the Angels and they have a gazillion dollar payroll."  If you sit and think, you, yourself could easily come up with a few hundred more ideas.  It's entertaining, really.  Especially when your his wife and daughter and the team is playing in your backyard.  That makes you delirious.  But, with all that said, I needed to share my insight.

I was getting a little jittery about why Dallas was sitting in AAA.  I even was borderline annoying for about a week or so.  (Hard to imagine, right?)  Then, on one of my most frustrating days (on a Sunday, not good, I know) I sat in church listening to Bro Al (aka the best preacher in history)  and it was as if they turned the spotlight on me.  The rest of the church went dark.  Just me & Bro Al.  Barbara Walters and Justin Timberlake.  One on One.  Get the picture?  His sermon was on trusting God.  His timing.  His Reasoning.  His Purpose.  During the service I felt myself looking around as if people were whispering (this sermon is meant for Jennifer McPherson, you know, Lynn's daughter) That's how southerners describe people.  By naming their relatives.  Oh, and also with "Bless her heart."  It doesn't matter what you say about someone in the south as long as you follow it with "bless her heart."  True.  Guaranteed someone's said it about you.

Okay, back on track.  FYI:Rambling is also a southern thing.  

He spoke and I listened.  My heart calmed.  Dallas is in Albuquerque, New Mexico for a reason. It may be only something God knows.  Is it the guys around him?  Did he need more time to relax and learn to love baseball again? Is Miami too hot?  We may never know.   But we do know this...God takes care of us.  He guides us and loves us.  As we continue to strive to lead our lives to honor him, he continues to provide.  Look at last season.  Dallas missed all season. I'm sure he would not have chosen to have spinal fusion surgery with the pain and the missed season, but he was able to be with me everyday of my pregnancy.  Every doctor's appointment, the birth of our first child.  Everyday when Reese was little.  He would have missed a lot if he was playing ball. Those first few days were special. Everything works out with God's plan.  I've always been one to want to know the future. I try desperately not to live in it.  I am laying back and letting God control our future.  Sitting in the passenger seat.  Man is it comfy...

By the way, as I type this, Mom has the game on.  I actually heard her cheer for the Braves.  I mean we are Braves fans, of course, but she means business.  Dallas is flesh and blood.  You'll never hear her speak a harsh word about anyone, ever.  Unless it's the Gators.  The woman loves Georgia and it's the only team she gets ugly about that Georgia plays.  I worry that if they don't call Dallas up soon, she may have to add the Marlins.  Look out, the woman has a direct line.  (to Jesus in case your slow)  Don't make her pick up the phone.

disclaimer:  This blog is meant to be humorous.  To let me vent, while adding a little spice, if you will, to the blog.  Please do not be offended even if I mentioned a family member of yours. It's all in good fun.  If your opinion is that the team is just fine without Dallas, I understand. We're all entitled.  I'm sure you're right.

 Bless your little heart.