My last weekly verse was all about smiles. This week’s verse kind of ties into that theme as well. It’s all about joy.
This past weekend my youngest daughter’s softball team competed in the state tournament. Six games over the course of 3 days on a weekend where the sun shined bright and the temperatures soared well over 90 degrees.
They started the tournament playing well but fell behind in the score several times. Undeterred, they kept their spirits up and fought back time and again.
As a parent, I really appreciated a few things about their coaching and their style of play.
The kept a positive attitude throughout the weekend. They kept encouraging each other and lifting each other up. When things looked a little bleak they worked together to do something to swing the momentum and score back in their favor.
By the end of the weekend, they found themselves in the championship game… something I’m not sure they would’ve thought possible when they started the tournament.
Again, they dug themselves into a hole… but they battled back forcing extra innings and taking the lead by 1 run. They were 3 outs away from winning and they were pumped up!
I think us parents in the stands were more nervous than our players on the field.
One out. Then two outs. The final out was a blur but when it happened our girls erupted on the field and all the parents jumped up from the bleachers and threw our fists in the air. I know this because a friend of the team shared a video of the parent’s reaction on Facebook.
There was hugs, smiles, and laughter as they were presented with the championship trophy. Each player also got a gold championship ring too!
I can only describe the scene as pure joy. Joy for the players. Joy for the coaches. Joy for the parents! It’s in the spirit of joy that I selected this week’s verse! Psalm 118:4.
This is the day that the Lord has made; let us rejoice and be glad in it.
I’ve been thinking a lot lately about steak. If you read my latest “What I’m Into Right Now” blog post, you know that I recently got a new grill. I really want to grill up some ribeyes but our family schedule and the weather haven’t cooperated to make that happen.
It got me thinking back to the way I ate steak when I was a kid and how it’s much different than the way I enjoy steak today.
When I was little I remember having steak with some regularity. It’s probably because there was almost always a side of beef in our deep freeze in the basement. It helps when your family gets together to cut and package the meat together.
My Dad would usually do the grilling on a small gas grill permanently cemented into the patio next to our driveway. It was hooked into the house’s natural gas line so there was no propane tank. Just a dial to turn the gas on and then you’d use a match to light it.
In my memory, the grill was fairly small. About a half the size of the smallest grill I’ve ever owned as an adult… but it was big enough to grill up burgers and steaks for our family of four.
I’m not sure whether is was on purpose, or by accident, but most of the steaks we were served as a kid were well done. No pink in the meat at all. Maybe that’s why I’d alway dip my bites of steak into ketchup.
Now the thought of eating a steak cooked well done… or with ketchup makes me bristle. I’m not sure when the change happened but now I like my steak cooked medium… and as much as I love ketchup, the thought of eating it with steak is just plain wrong to me.
Even though I didn’t turn out enjoying my steak the way my Dad made it my girls certainly have learned to like their steak the way I do. “Make it pink in the middle, Dad,” is a phrase they’d often tell me when they were younger and knew I’d be grilling steak.
All this thinking about steak has me really wanting a ribeye!
How do you like your steak?