The evening was an exercise in space and time.  Too much space to cover and very little time.

Three kids to pickup from two locations, followed by feeding and drop-off for baseball at two separate diamonds.  All within 45 minutes.  Nearly impossible.

I could feel the stress building as I headed for the first pickup.  I nervously scanned the radio and soon I heard, “Pressure pushing down on me…” I smiled.  It was as if the good Lord was teasing me, saying, “David, take a deep breath.  It will all work out fine.” I smiled.

One child picked up.  Checked the phone, one ballgame would be in the park by our house.  Second and third boys collected.  Sandwiches distributed in the car.  It was going to be fine.  Hard to believe, but we might just do it.  Pressure?  What pressure?  Almost there.

Arriving at the ballpark, I looked at the clock.  5:29PM!  We had done it, with one minute to spare.  Success!

I proudly pointed at the time and said to my son, “Look, one minute early!”

Turning to head out of the car and join his teammates, my son replied, “Coach likes us here early.”

The dear Lord picks us up; people push us down.  At least, I had a minute remaining to consider the thought.