The last couple of days, I've been teaching Brooke how to throw and catch a softball in preparation for her first season this Spring. When I throw the ball to her, she tends to hold her hand and glove pointing down, even if the ball is coming in higher, towards her shoulders or face. I've been telling her that she needs to catch it with her glove and hand pointing up, as if she's waving "hello" to someone, and that this is is for her safety and protection. Of course, she's afraid and doesn't trust me so the ball keeps rolling up after it hits her glove and hitting her in the chest or the arm. She ended up in tears today. I tried to explain to her,

"I'm not trying to hurt you. I'm trying to teach you something important."

Then I had an "aha" moment-- that must be what the Lord feels like when we are going through something hard. We resist Him, maybe out of fear. We don't want to trust that He knows what's best. I am hoping to become better at trusting God. I'm sure that Brooke will come around in softball, too. I mean just look a this little cutie! She can do anything!