For the first time in my life, I was in a book club this past year. I loved being in a book club. I read more than ever before. The other members introduced me to topics and genres that I had never considered. I am a better person as a result of that experience.
In 1995, my husband and I decided that we no longer wanted to live in Southern California. There were many factors that contributed to our dissatisfaction with life in Orange County. The first was crime. We had been broken into twice and it’s such a vulnerable feeling knowing that there is little you can do to protect yourself.
When I was 17 and a new college freshman, I moved into the dorms of the college I had selected to attend, which was located nearly 2,000 miles from my home. I was excited, nervous, anxious, feeling pretty lost, and unsure. Fortunately, I knew my roommate; she was from my home church back in California and we’d been friends since sixth grade.
I have shared some wonderful, heartwarming, and special stories in Tribal Tales through my Sustained Momentum blog. The story that I am sharing with you today, however, is not one of those stories. Honestly, it is quite the opposite. White Water Catastrophe is one of the more terrifying days from my life.
According to the Bible, we are to “train up a child in the way he should go and when he is old, he will not depart from it.” We have always believed this to be true. We were intentional when the kids were young in finding out what God-given talents and gifts with which they had been blessed, and in trying our best to encourage activities which would help them to develop their gifts. All three kids were athletic, so one of the things we trained them up in was baseball/softball.
In the mid-80s, I was looking for a job. I was in my early twenties and had not finished college yet, so I was not really looking for a career, but a place where I could work, perhaps as an administrative assistant. I had applied at dozens of companies. I was getting quite discouraged. We had just had our first child three months before and I desperately needed an income.
In May of 2003, David faced Goliath on the baseball field. I was there to witness it.My son, Beau’s high school baseball team had an incredible, memorable season his senior year. Beau played for the Fairview Yellow Jackets. They were undefeated the first 10 games, and only lost a few games over the entire season. What a ragtag bunch of ball players!