This past weekend, if you are a reader of my blog, you know I spent it going to a Pirate baseball game. Details here. It was especially tough on him since he is a Reds fan, and for the first time he was attending a game away from Great American Ballpark, the Reds home park. The emphasis was not on the Reds but on the Pirates. Suffice it to say he had a tough time with that, although we got their early enough that he was able to get a practice ball and have it signed by one of the Reds players, courtesy of a man and his son from Virginia. I was rewarded with a walk-off HR in the bottom of the 9th by Andrew McCutchen, the Pirates #1 player. A real highlight of my weekend was also getting to have lunch (and birthday cake) with two of my three brothers and their families.
We made the long trip home on Sunday and I had planned on writing a post, but found my mind (and my seat) was a little mushy. I have tried to process some things from the weekend and finally hit on one of them.
I’ve written about influence before, as I know gazillions of other bloggers have. But I would like to come at this from a different perspective. Living four hours away from Braden doesn’t give me much time with him, to influence him. One of the greatest influences on my life was my late grandfather. He died at the age of 90 1/2 in 1997. I could write a book about how he influenced me, especially in spiritual things. The 3-4 mile walks to church on Wednesday and Friday evenings where we would talk and I would sometimes unload on him about how I felt about my dad. The joking and teasing that would often embarrass grandma. The poems he wrote to me, which I still have. His quiet devotion to the Father. His leadership in the church, which he took seriously enough to step down from when they started living part of the year in Florida. The Roman Meal and ketchup sandwiches he made for his meal as a night shift welder at USS.
Makes me wonder what kind of influence I have on Braden. I missed the boat a number of years ago with my niece due to distance. I don’t want to miss out on this one. As he grows up will he be able to look back and know his grandpa loves him and prays for him to love Jesus and be protected? If Braden is still here and I am gone, will he be able to say, “Thanks Grandpa and I love you.”
This has been asked a gazillion times before, but let’s put a twist on it. Who in your life would you most like to influence and have those words said to you?