A little boy cried. His mother told him not to cry.
The score had been close going into the last inning. Little League baseball at its best. A hot summer day, an opposing pitcher who could throw a curve ball, excited parents rooting on their son and his team. The Senators verses the undefeated Pirates.
It’s one thing to lose to an undefeated team. It’s another thing to lose to an undefeated team on whose roster is your best friend and cousin who live in your neighborhood. Bragging rights is serious business, but not serious enough, according to my mother, to warrant tears, which according to her, indicated bad sportsmanship. It was the first and last time i cried over a sports loss.
I learned an important lesson that day: in the grand scheme of life some things are not that important.
What events in your life have not been as important as you made them out to be?
In the grand scheme of life – let that be your perspective. And when tears are warranted, cry a river if you need to, knowing that God surely sees your tears and wants to bless them.