A Baseball Life · Faith

Truly Home

In just a few weeks, in just a few mornings, I’ll be waking up in Chattanooga. Back in my nice, comfy Rice Bed feeling like I never left home. The fact is, we haven’t been in our home since February.  Six weeks of Spring Training then five months of ballgames and life with a Baseball Family. Seven months of a grind. Believe it or not, it is a grind and there are some days when I find myself thinking of home. Seven months of victory, defeat, happiness, disappointments, and the hope for reward after all of the hard work put in. Every day with pretty much the same ballplayers supporting each other through it all. You see old friends, and if you’re lucky some family, then always making new friends over all of those months and BAM!, you’re back in your house, waking up in your own bed. You leave the baseball world that a lot of the time isn’t the real world and are popped back to reality. Like a time traveler almost. I’ll wake up that first morning in our Chattanooga home and at first wonder where I am. Then I’ll wonder if I was really gone because it doesn’t feel like it. Yeah, it takes some time for the mind to adjust. It’s like waking up from a really long dream and you’re exhausted. Some people wonder why we even own a home. I tell them you always need a home to go back to, even if it’s just for a little while.


Living on this earth is a lot like living the baseball life. We’re only here for a little while, just passing through and then we’ll move on. We have our families. We have our friends, old and new. We have our positions in life, the victories and the defeats. It may sound odd to some, but sometimes the feeling comes over me that all of this isn’t the real thing, like I don’t really belong here. I’m in this world that isn’t the real thing and it’s only a temporary grind. I’m just a time traveler trying to get to my destination with the hope of my reward. There are some days when I see what is happening around us, that I find myself looking forward to my destination. It will be kind of like all of a sudden waking up in my comfy ol’ Rice Bed after baseball season, only much better. One day I’ll wake up from this dream that life is and realize that I truly am Home.

Love, M

 For this world is not our home; we are looking forward to our everlasting home in heaven.—Hebrews 13:14