West Cocoa Chat

I was proud of my boy last night but don't stop here. Please read on. Steven was a bit frustrated last night at our game against Palm Bay. It was the third game that he did not get to play other than pinch-run. But what a pinch-runner he was as Steven, my son, my boy, scored the game winning run in our come-back win against Palm Bay! We were down 9 to 4 in the bottom of the 7th and rallied back to win 10 to 9. A freshman got the game winning hit and Steven slid head first across homeplate. Both the boys were picked up by the rest of the team and carried around the field. It was a heart-warming sight. I was proud of my boy.

Later that evening, around 10:30pm, my wife came into the living room and motioned for me to come into Steven’s room. We always pray with Steven at night and I thought this was my obligatory summons. Then I realized that she was giving me the sign for “come over here quietly and peek in his room.”

What did we see? We saw our soon to be 16 year old reading a “Teen Devotional Book.” Right next to him in bed was his Bible. That was the proudest moment of the entire day! We told him that we were so proud of his faith. I told Steven the game winning run he scored tonight paled in comparison to the positive, long term effects of his desire to grow closer to God through the reading of His Word.

Steven looked at me and said, “Dad, that’s weird. I was reading a selection about patience and it pretty much said what you just stated.”

I’m proud of my boy. Thank you God.