Reflection on Psalm 30
I can’t remember what field it was but the rest of the details remain burned into my brain. It was the bottom of the sixth inning of our Little League All Star game. We had taken the field in hopes of holding on to the lead and securing the victory. I took my customary place at first base and got ready for whatever might come.
On my right hand, I had my almost brand new 1st baseman’s mitt. I had been playing 1st base ever since I started playing baseball. I loved it. This was the first time that my parents bought be a mitt like this. I had been using it for a just a week or so when the All Star season kicked off. The problem was that I never really learned how to break in a glove properly. This glove was still very stiff. Every throw over was a struggle yet I would not give up that glove. I kept putting it on even though I had a well broken in glove with me as well. It simply did not matter, I wanted to use THIS one.
The inning went like the way most of the game had gone. 2 batters came up and our pitcher sent them back to the dugout with outs. The next batter hit a short little pop up right at me. I was so excited, I knew that this was going to be it. It was going to be over. I was going to catch the ball and we would move on. The ball started to come down and it was then that I realized that I had a problem. The glove on my right hand was not going to close properly and I wasn’t sure if I had enough time to use my left hand to assist. I decided to try a basket catch at the last second. The ball hit my glove and rolled out onto the ground. The runner was safe.
Now, we got the next batter out and won the game but that game never sat right with me. I had focused in on the wrong thing. I had decided that my cool new glove was more important to me than winning or my teammates. I messed up and I was nota good teammate that day.
This morning as I continued our journey through the Psalms I remembered that story as I read this words from the psalmist,
You turned my wailing into dancing;
you removed my sackcloth and clothed me with joy,
that my heart may sing your praises and not be silent.
Lord my God, I will praise you forever.