The Spirit himself testifies with our spirit that we are God’s children. Now if we are children, then we are heirs–heirs of God and co-heirs with Christ, if indeed we share in his sufferings in order that we may also share in his glory.”
We headed out for the double-header on Saturday. The first game we missed because of a church work day in the morning. The men cleaned out the garage, trimmed bushes, and raked leaves outside, clearing the landscaping of autumn’s remains. The boys stumbled upon a nest with nearly a dozen eggs. They’d scared off the mother, who came back soon after the distance between humans and hidden places was restored.
The women vacuumed the pews, brought the palms out of storage, and shined the altar and communion ware. I stayed for nearly half the morning, before snatching my daughter for a trip into town. The goal was to find a dress for Easter or Palm Sunday. She has a dress leftover from last year that she wants to wear again for this year. I found a dress I didn’t love, but could wear if I had to, along with yellow sandals to complement.
The ride was beautiful with sunny skies. We’d had pancakes and bacon for lunch, with homemade syrup. The first game they’d won 14-9. The next game called for the mercy rule, which is when the game is ended after three innings if one of the teams is down by 15. At the end of the second inning we were losing 19-0, so we weren’t at the game as long as we’d planned to be. We packed up the blankets and chairs and headed home.