MomminginMinistry

I love late November. I love the relief we finally receive from the blazing Arizona heat of the summer that lasts almost until winter. I love pumpkin spice lattes, favorite sweaters and lists of blessings. But every so often around this time I get hit with an unexpected moment of melancholy. It passes almost as quickly a it came, but it tends to sneak up on me. I wake up with that un-nameable feeling of having forgotten something terribly important. And then I remember our Eleanor. In November of 2012, two days before Thanksgiving, we sat in our doctor's office waiting for that strong, healthy heartbeat. And nothing. My own heart pounding out of my chest, and I remember begging the doctor to try, "just one more time" to find her. God has healed my heart since that horrible, awful, no good week. And a whole lot of life has happened in the six years since then. But there are moments, like when I pull out the trunk of sweaters and jackets out of the garage, and I remember...

I started my next ordination class this week, Teaching the New Testament. I am in love. I am once again the nerdy person who's word count is way over on every assignment because "every thing's important"! I can now tell you about the Maccabees, the New Testament canon and the important differences between a Sadducee and Pharisee. In addition, the kids have a quiz meet this weekend, so we've been attempting to immerse ourselves in the book of Acts as much as possible while waiting for flu shots (yes, we do that...), driving to the allergist, and getting ready for baseball. Which brings me to the point of this blog post. This is about baseball. On top of everything else this week began fall ball playoffs. Fall ball has been fairly low key but playoff schedule has been anything but that. Whoever made up the brackets must have thought themselves quite funny because these things happen for us about every other night at EIGHT O'CLOCK AT NIGHT! In the freezing...