his dream was to make the college baseball team. he felt like God had led him to this particular school. but he was a little smaller than the others. and the coach usually picked bigger boys. sometimes coaches (and this world) define bigger as better. bigger as stronger, faster, more talent. but coaches are human and the world rarely gets things right. the boy was strong and fast and talented but it wasn't enough. he didn't make the team. and so it seemed the boy was overlooked. bypassed. rejected. it seemed as if he was through. it seemed as if the world had taken a look and counted him out. but the boy breathed baseball. his heart beat for the love of the game. and more than baseball the boy breathed God. and the God that he lived for wasn't phased at all by what it seemed in this world. so his dream didn't die with the rejection. his hope didn't die in the disappointment. he worked harder. showed up to
choosing to see God in the unlikely places. it's not about me...it's about Him.